#mithan drabble

[delicatebluebirdruins]

Ethan was dead and gone, the grave was empty but a tangilble place to visit and feel.

So why did she feel like there was three of them in this house? The third setting at the table and the sort mumble of a voice soothing Rose when she got restless and fussy. The warmth at her back during cold mornings in bed... she had decided this was less painful then after the Baker's house where she was the same. Repeating cycles and behaviours, trying to protect Ethan from herself and the others here, the extra place settings for those who were there. Weren't they?, The feelings of others being in the house people talking in distant rooms was enough to drive her mad but she couldn't let herself fall apart again. It was what lead Eveline to finding and luring Ethan to the Bakers. She couldn't protect Ethan in the end but she can do so now and yet the feelings of being crowded persisted.

[zannolin]

weekly writing update is back bc i actually wrote this week GODBLESS. tidbits below the cut :)

nothing finished this week as ye olde ao3 subs can tell but! writing happened. i have continued to truck along on the c!crime star trek au. it's over 6k i simply refuse to abandon it. i WILL finish this goddamn fic if it kills me and it just might. have a highlight!

“How long will it take?” Tommy asks. “Until he can—uh, sleep properly, I guess?”

“As long as his body needs,” Ponk admits. “It’s different for everyone.” “Right,” says Tommy, and tries to be okay with not having any useful answers to go on. He’s not used to uncertainty, not accustomed to not knowing what’s happening with his brother at least on some level. When he lost Wilbur, it felt like losing a limb, like something was punched out of him and left a gaping hole in its wake, and now he’s been handed it back but can’t puzzle himself back together again. What once was familiar is now foreign, and Tommy is struggling to come to terms with that particular revelation.

He doesn’t want to admit that it feels like a losing battle most days.

i alsoooo did a little bit of work on the next chapter of split ends which i was sort of taking a break from because school and various brain-being-a-toddler-and-having-a-meltdown moments about "oh no, what if i'm writing mia and ethan Wrong" but we're sort of back in business now!

She’s not blind. She can see the way he holds his left wrist gingerly, rubs at the gauze wrapped around it like it pains him. It probably still does. Mia’s never exactly had a limb taken off and put back on, but if there’s one thing she remembers well about Dulvey, it’s that dying fucking hurt. The Mold didn’t make injuries any less painful in the end. It made them easier to overcome, sure, but there was always the point where the high, where Eveline’s influence, wore off, and the agony would slam into Mia like a wall.

She can’t imagine what it must have been like for Ethan, not even after living trapped on that ranch for three years. And it’s her fault he ever had to go through that in the first place.

i've been working on my short story for my fiction writing class as well which i cannot share here but i'm very happy with the concept :) it will later become probably a cleon fic and an sbi fic. i'm winding down on the sbi stuff lately but this one works very well so i'm excited to finish it and get to share it once the semester is over for me.

also been doing a lot of plotting and drabbling for various cleon, mithan, and RE genfics so here's some highlights from the notes doc:

She says: every day I see more of your father in you. She doesn’t say: I’m glad I don’t see myself.

and:

Why don’t you hate me? She asks. He says, I love you. She says, That isn’t an answer. What she means is, love is not the absence of hate, or even the opposite. He says: I don’t want to hate you. She does not say, sometimes, I wish you did.

got a looooot of fic ideas knocking around and i haven't quite nailed down what i want to work on next, but i think once this damn star trek au is done i might take some time to work on a leon & ashley oneshot and finish chapter 3 of split ends. those seem to be the priorities at the moment but on god. SO MANY AUS. it's unreal. maybe we'll do the ask game where i tell you about my random aus again lol.