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WIP Wednesday

hullo, happy today!

um, did i fucking. black out? wasn't it JUST Sunday? LOL, goddamn. 🫥 time, she do be zoomin'.

well, i'm still working on Without Sun (that's the title of the WIP i've been sharing snippets of these last few posts, btw; hurt/comfort, magickal accidents, love confessions, getting together) and it's been going well enough, my word count is just under 10 000 and i have... probably six scenes left to go? so i'm gonna guess my final word count to be about 20 000 and call myself halfway done. i'm not used to giving so much attention to a single WIP for so long, i prefer to work on 2-3 WIPs at a time, but i really don't wanna lose momentum, y'kno?

n e way, thank you kindly to @artsyunderstudy for tagging me this morning. i'm having a lot of fun being included, really, i'm so delighted. 😄

here's my most recent progress:

Grief is a muffled heartbeat. It is four corners wide and dressed in green linens. Penelope Bunce is lying on her bed. Penelope Bunce has been lying on her bed for the last fourteen hours. At least, Simon thinks, resting his chin on the edge of her mattress. He is curled like a child on the floor, leaning against the bedframe, watching. It isn’t right, the way her eyes are swallowing up her face without her glasses, closed and swollen, her lashes pale with a film of sleep. She’s only woken twice since Simon found her. Once, to use the washroom. Again later when her roommate stopped by several hours after supper. Trixie had poked her head into the room as though she wasn’t supposed to be there, her eyes a disk of yellow-green in the doorway for a startling moment before the moonlight settled over her small, sharp features. A narrow chin, an upturned nose, a mouth like one of those plastic baby dolls. Penny jumped at the creak of the door and lifted her head, squinting so hard her whole face bunched from the effort. A dark curl was dried to the corner of her lip. “Just me,” Trixie said in a voice like a cricket, a pleasant evening chirp. “Pyjamas.” “Oh,” Penny replied, then dropped back onto her pillow and closed her eyes. “I’m staying with Keris tonight.” “Okay.” “Can I do anything for you before I go?” “No.” Trixie nodded, then stopped. Then nodded again and walked over to her wardrobe and pulled a pink slip of fabric from one of the drawers along the bottom, but didn’t leave. She looked down at the nightgown in her hands for a moment, then over her shoulder at Penelope. Down again. “Penny,” she said, “I’m really sorry about Simon.” Simon jerked up at that. Sorry about him?

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