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Mom fell last night and wouldn't go to the doctor. 'I only fell one step' Yeah I did too and BROKE my ankle when I was 40. You're 75 with two artifical knees and were so worried about being sleepy because you hit your head you wouldn't sit down but you won't go to the ER? Dad made her go today.

Luckily Mom is okay, just some bruising. Hopefully my brother had food poisoning and not a stomach virus because he went to check on her and got sick. He was still on the bathroom floor when she and dad got back from the ER.

This week needs to end.

I have no idea what the hell they're using to preserve the dissections this year but it's killing me. I spent 2 hours in it today and 4 hours tomorrow but all those chemicals pickled my muse into talking. I wrote nearly 5K today. I only need 3,500 tomorrow. This, unless something even more horrible happens, I can do.


[personal profile] notasupervillain asked to see the villain and I was going to post that tonight but since it's 130 AM and that scene is a mess of insert name here, have a little of Zvon and Caeles after Zvon gets back from his first crime scene.


He followed Marin to the first of their many interviews. It was hours before he finally managed to make it home. Dawn would break shortly. He'd only have a few hours between the sheets before he'd have to return to the station. Already he was wondering had he made a wise choice in this new job. Zvon slogged up the massive main staircase to his bedroom. The room was dark except for something glowing under the covers.

He rolled his eyes. Caeles learned to read under the covers as a child, trying to hide from his governess's watchful eyes and he kept up the habit even though he could have had a gas light on all night since Zvon wasn't around to keep awake. He wondered what he'd see when he jerked the covers down. Would his lover be awake lost in some other world captured in the pages or would he be asleep on book, a glow orb still resting on the pillow, gleaming into his shuttered eyes. Knowing Caeles, he'd bet on awake.

Zvon yanked the covers back and Caeles yelped, nearly dropping his book. He fumbled on the night stand for his glasses, settling them half askew on his face.

"Zvon! You scared me."

"How exactly didn't you hear me clomping up the steps?" he asked, shucking off his jacket, tossing it back out the door. It smelled too bad to leave in the bedroom. He'd need to do that with the rest of his clothing.

"I was reading," Caeles said as if that explained everything and for him it did. Something moved near his feet under the covers and Zvon assumed it was one of Caeles's cats.

"It's nearly dawn."

Caeles blinked then craned his head over his shoulder to look at the curtained window. "Really? And you're just getting back."

"Unfortunately and I'll have to leave in a few hours but I need a shower. I have blood caked on me." He held up his metal hand. "Not mine."

"Oh. You have to be exhausted. Anything I can do?"

"No but thank you. Other than to put out that light when I get in bed."

"Of course."

Zvon figured Caeles would read up until the minute he crawled into bed and he wasn't disappointed. He showered quickly, trying not to think of Imke as he washed her blood down the drain. After drying off and pulling on his night clothes, Zvon climbed into bed. At least there was no cat on his side, yet. Kea his magic eater roosted on the bedpost to sleep even though Zvon suspect Kea had been asleep for hours in his pocket.

Caeles curled up with Zvon, resting his head on Zvon's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Zvon's chest but didn't press him for any details. Zvon appreciated being given silence and darkness so he could sleep. In spite of all he saw tonight, he was out within moments of his head touching the pillow.




46425 / 50000 words. 93% done!

Date: 2018-11-30 12:08 pm (UTC)
ysilme: Wooden door handle shaped like a sperm whale on a red barn door. (Default)
From: [personal profile] ysilme
Good gracious, what a bunch of things to happen! Best luck for finishing NaNo, though, I keep my fingers crossed. (On a side note, did you change something about your style? The window I'm typing in is the sice of a stamp, an inch wide or so, and I'm on my desktop with the large screen...)

Date: 2018-11-30 01:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sylvanwitch
I hope both your mother and your brother recover quickly and that you avoid any illness yourself. I also wish you MANY MANY WORDS! :-). You can do it!

Date: 2018-11-30 08:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] spikedluv
I'm glad your mom is okay and I hope your brother feels better soon. Vomiting sucks.

Date: 2018-12-01 11:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] spikedluv
Double suckage. How much of an issue is it for him to miss a dose or two?

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