#especially in the hornblower one... I know I've written some fairly narsty undeath before but bush is Not doing well in this one

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First snowfall at Ardroy, please! And also, crawling!

'first snowfall' is a sequel to this fic -- after some discussions after finishing it, I felt like exploring how things might be going when they make it back to Ardroy in this particular au-timeline. which is to say, things are Not Great, but they're doing their best and they're together to see the seasons turn despite all that's happened.

Ewen sat bolt upright — strong and straight in the darkness, his hair all a-ruffle about his head. “Lochiel—“ The name came suddenly to his lips, gasped through pain and fear. Keith watched him in growing horror, as the fixed, staring eyes remained unblinking, and the mouth that had kissed his own mere hours before became little more than a roll-call for the dead. Here were a hundred names that Keith had never known, save for from these midnight utterances, and here were some that he did — Lochiel, Archie, the MacMartin brothers.

'crawling' is the hornblower horrorgore fic I mentioned last month, set just after Caudebec. the basic premise of this one is that if anyone were to reassemble their various dismembered limbs by sheer force of will and drag themself right back to the job they left behind, I do believe that that'd be William Bush!

“What are your orders for me, sir?” he asks, in a voice that rasps and rattles. The remnant of William Bush that still remains folds his hands behind his back, hollow as a lightning-ravaged tree as it is, and stands at attention, waiting for Hornblower’s reply.