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We talk about how quickly Vimes had it down bad for Sybil, but can we also appreciate that five foot nothing of scrawny alcoholic turned up at Sybil’s door and she was immediately like “help me with my dragons. let’s have tea. did you know my ancestors fucked severely? gosh you’re a captain, how dashing.” When Vimes was injured she could have had him put in her spare bed but nope, she put him in her bedroom. And then she slapped his arse. Lady Sybil knew what she wanted.
she took one look at that shaking pathetic, angry rat of a man, so like her feeble yet explosive swamp dragons that she was all like “oh gosh! Well I simply can’t not fuck him!”
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