agh i missed an update

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i was so busy on Friday I didn’t even post an apology about it. it’s been, well, kind of a stressful week. though i should state for the record that the week before last i was absolutely tormented with heartburn for days on end and this week just past, i did not experience even a moment of it even eating tomatoes for every meal and not sleeping well. so that’s a baffling reality i need to prod at some point; is it true that the stress here is somehow less upsetting to my stomach than the stress back home? if so that is a sad statement about how my body and brain work, i tell you what.

anyway.

i am rather close to updates on both stories but not quite there. p r e s u m a b l y this upcoming week is vacation so i should have time to sit around and write but i have no idea if that’ll really be the case, so i can’t promise anything, but fingers crossed.

(It will also be my birthday and the one thing i had resolved to do for that was finally commission art since i’ve been whining about wanting to do that for literal months now but did I? NO i have made zero progress on figuring out what to ask for. I did not realize I would have such a huge mental block about it. I can even think of several moments, now, that I would want illustrated, but I can’t– make the connection– of how to– leap from the concept to actually doing a thing where I. Do it. Anyway. IDK. If I could identify the block I’d work around it but I don’t anticipate suddenly coming up with the time and focus to do that anytime soon, so this is not likely to happen but it was an idea!)

ANYWAY here is a snippet to make up for lack of update. from Sparrow, cw panic attack/PTSD dissociative episode.

“Morvran,” Cirilla said, sounding alarmed. “Morvran?”

Luliana didn’t understand what had gone wrong. Voorhis was dead-still, like a statue; his eyes weren’t focused on anything. He was barely even moving to breathe; after a moment Luliana realized the faint twitch of his movement was his heartbeat, moving his body ever so slightly.

“It’s like he’s not there,” Luliana said, horrified. “What’s happened?”

Cirilla stood up, careful not to scrape the chair. She looked– angry, and Luliana didn’t understand. “Emhyr happened to him,” she said, her jaw set in anger.

“What?” Luliana slipped to her feet in alarm, laying aside her pen carefully. “I don’t understand.”

“Stay with him,” Cirilla said grimly. “I have to go commit regicide.”

“What,” Luliana said, and to her horror, Cirilla turned around and vanished. “No!” she exclaimed, but she was too late. “Ah fuck.” (Your picture was not posted)