#i want Mina to study Scholomancy. As a treat

[thegoatsongs]

I wondered where to write an in-between scene fic and I think this might fit but if you'd prefer it somewhere else please let me know!

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Mina can no longer tell how the hours pass. She once heeded every chime of the bell from the Exeter cathedral, every tick of the clock while at the platform.

But she counts the moons passed since her Darling had drank from her veins, baptizing himself in her (and thus Its) blood. The day he let their child go (it was noon, but she could still hear his apologies).

If her memories are a distant fog, she still vividly remembers how it was for her after she had tasted the Thing's blood. A death-slumber as the days, hours, minutes, seconds passed before her hard (hadn't someone called them sweet once?) eyes.

It will be fine, in the end, as she will be there for him when he Awakes. So she holds him (like she did in his madness for weeks after their wedding) and waits. The day of Reckoning is not far, now.

Ah, but it will not be the way you foolishly still hope.

She has to still stop herself from dissolving into mist and engulf the source of that hateful, hated voice, talking in her head, always spying when the moon is high.

She quiets it.

I have forbidden speaking to me when I am with my husband.

The silence she forces stays, for a while. Then breaks. Its voice is quieter now, but goes on, indignant.

No matter how many of my old tomes you read, no matter how much you cling to your will, it will matter not, It says. The Thing is upset not at her now but at her Darling. The man who belongs to her.

Once the prodigal son is back, I will do with my little diavol as I see fit, It mocks. Perhaps we ought to tell him of what innocent blood was spilled, (memories of limbs, corpses on snow, hot blood on dripping blade), the sins of your best beloved.

She laughs. The terrible laughter shuts the voice down. Her Darling feels it (she can tell it's like a surge of electricity in his mind) and stirs, and she pets his hair as an apology for disturbing him.

Sins? No.

Everything he does for me is Holy.

"... While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door..."

(Continuing on from this post)

@animate-mush This started out with giving Quincey hugs after breaking his heart reading the documents--and then my darn brain went "hey what if..."