you boys really should admit you love each other
Maybe the novel would actually get finished sooner.
The following takes place after this one, which means we are back on track in the novel!
Honor really should have listened to Noah. Maybe it would have spared him the trouble of having Noah pick out glass from the wounds scattered all over Honor’s torso. And listening to Noah say, with all the smugness that kid had, “I told you so.”
“Okay, okay,” Honor finally said, resisting the urge to throw his beer at Noah. “I get it so shut up.”
Honor had decided to investigate the ghost in the Chemistry lab over the weekend, hoping for something quick and informative. The visit was not quick but it was, however, informative. Way too informative. The ghost had become a poltergeist since Noah mentioned it, and the worst part had been it had a few dozen friends who wanted to meet and greet Honor. Needless to say, the Chemistry lab would be a mess in the morning and the school would be having one hell of a time pinning the crime on a deliquent student, an angry janitor or a drunk teacher. Maybe all of the above.
When Noah jolted awake to the chorus of his ringtone (this week, it was Kiss to Send Us Off), he thanked the Powers That Were for Adam’s graveyard schedule. It made slipping out of the house ridiculously easy. When he showed up at Honor’s apartment however, his expression was anything but thankful.
“So,” Noah began, speaking for the first time since he arrived. Even with Noah kneeling behind Honor on the couch, busy cleaning up wounds, he might have been grinning like he won the lottery. Honor didn’t need to see it to hear the unending amusement in Noah’s voice. “Did you have fun? What was the moral?”
“I should have brought you along,” Honor drawled over his can of beer, “and made you my meat shield.”
Noah responded by pressing too hard on the skin around a wound, wringing a grunt from Honor. “That isn’t very nice. You’re supposed to be grateful. I dragged my ass out here middle of the night just to tend to you. Don’t you have a nurse at HQ or something?”
Honor made a noncommittal sound as he took another drink. “And have them rub it in my face that I nearly got my ass kicked by a bunch of angry spirits?”
“I’m sure she’d put up with your shit much better than I would.”
***
Less time-line related stuff but very much canon, please see how even the youngest of the Martelinos can't get a normal girlfriend. Anne really should give them a lecture about finding the right girl and settling down. Like she did. OOPS.
“The thing is,” Jessica took a deep breath, like her very life depended on it. When she spoke, all her words left her in one great rush, “I’msortofdeadbutpleasedon’tbescared.”
Moses couldn’t think of anything appropriate to say except, “Well, uh, I kind of noticed that.”
Jessica had looked prepared for Moses to freak out but Moses’ words completely threw her off. “Wait-what?”
“I said-nevermind. I’m not scared. At all.”
“But you’re talking to a dead girl.”
“And we’ve been talking for the whole afternoon. Kind of late now.”
***
Cool stuff!
This is roughly what Narcissa, but really just call her Cissa, looks like. She is the fine lady who mothered Honor's twins and who could probably kick his ass if he doesn't take care.
To get the full pun of her name, please read the El Filibusterismo Wikipedia page. Protip: The twins' names are Basilio and Crispin. I am throwing jokes left and right in my novel, apparently. But, ah, no one else Filipino except for _sentient_ reads it. So the effect is mostly lost. Sigh.
***
Even cooler stuff! The awesomely awesome adayume was kind enough to draw our bastard with a shotgun! And he looks AMAZING. GO OGGLE HIM.
I'll be working on several things today, hopefully more writing and the finishing of art trades and the things I promised you lovely people.
The following takes place after this one, which means we are back on track in the novel!
Honor really should have listened to Noah. Maybe it would have spared him the trouble of having Noah pick out glass from the wounds scattered all over Honor’s torso. And listening to Noah say, with all the smugness that kid had, “I told you so.”
“Okay, okay,” Honor finally said, resisting the urge to throw his beer at Noah. “I get it so shut up.”
Honor had decided to investigate the ghost in the Chemistry lab over the weekend, hoping for something quick and informative. The visit was not quick but it was, however, informative. Way too informative. The ghost had become a poltergeist since Noah mentioned it, and the worst part had been it had a few dozen friends who wanted to meet and greet Honor. Needless to say, the Chemistry lab would be a mess in the morning and the school would be having one hell of a time pinning the crime on a deliquent student, an angry janitor or a drunk teacher. Maybe all of the above.
When Noah jolted awake to the chorus of his ringtone (this week, it was Kiss to Send Us Off), he thanked the Powers That Were for Adam’s graveyard schedule. It made slipping out of the house ridiculously easy. When he showed up at Honor’s apartment however, his expression was anything but thankful.
“So,” Noah began, speaking for the first time since he arrived. Even with Noah kneeling behind Honor on the couch, busy cleaning up wounds, he might have been grinning like he won the lottery. Honor didn’t need to see it to hear the unending amusement in Noah’s voice. “Did you have fun? What was the moral?”
“I should have brought you along,” Honor drawled over his can of beer, “and made you my meat shield.”
Noah responded by pressing too hard on the skin around a wound, wringing a grunt from Honor. “That isn’t very nice. You’re supposed to be grateful. I dragged my ass out here middle of the night just to tend to you. Don’t you have a nurse at HQ or something?”
Honor made a noncommittal sound as he took another drink. “And have them rub it in my face that I nearly got my ass kicked by a bunch of angry spirits?”
“I’m sure she’d put up with your shit much better than I would.”
***
Less time-line related stuff but very much canon, please see how even the youngest of the Martelinos can't get a normal girlfriend. Anne really should give them a lecture about finding the right girl and settling down. Like she did. OOPS.
“The thing is,” Jessica took a deep breath, like her very life depended on it. When she spoke, all her words left her in one great rush, “I’msortofdeadbutpleasedon’tbescared.”
Moses couldn’t think of anything appropriate to say except, “Well, uh, I kind of noticed that.”
Jessica had looked prepared for Moses to freak out but Moses’ words completely threw her off. “Wait-what?”
“I said-nevermind. I’m not scared. At all.”
“But you’re talking to a dead girl.”
“And we’ve been talking for the whole afternoon. Kind of late now.”
***
Cool stuff!
This is roughly what Narcissa, but really just call her Cissa, looks like. She is the fine lady who mothered Honor's twins and who could probably kick his ass if he doesn't take care.
To get the full pun of her name, please read the El Filibusterismo Wikipedia page. Protip: The twins' names are Basilio and Crispin. I am throwing jokes left and right in my novel, apparently. But, ah, no one else Filipino except for _sentient_ reads it. So the effect is mostly lost. Sigh.
***
Even cooler stuff! The awesomely awesome adayume was kind enough to draw our bastard with a shotgun! And he looks AMAZING. GO OGGLE HIM.
I'll be working on several things today, hopefully more writing and the finishing of art trades and the things I promised you lovely people.