Still not dead.

[taennyn]

Though I need to stop thinking about the Bone-Witch for a bit*.

So, we have the reappearance of the meme:

Sparks, please. Responses may be slightly delayed if the Witch or a spark eats my face.

*: I'm determined to finish before the end of October. Originally projected to be about six thousand words, but I'm at five-ish now and need at least

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[taennyn]

Waking up and realizing it's below freezing and you're under a lot of blankets and just do NOT want to get up. (Wild Roses, Sascha)

She woke herself up by rolling over. The side of her head that had been nested into the pillow was abruptly exposed to a chill breeze coming through the partly open window, and she barely kept herself from hissing distaste into the unsuspecting ear of her cousin. Which was a good thing, as he had a habit of jumping when startled, and she did not want the thick-piled blankets moved, thank you very much.

She lifted her head slightly, glaring at the window, then, moving slowly so she didn't cause a draft, she pulled an arm out of the blankets and flicked her fingers.

The window closed another four thumbs'breadth, leaving it just barely cracked--enough to keep the room's air from going stale, but not so much as to let the breeze live.

Inching her hand back under the blankets, she dropped her head back onto the pillow, breathing in the scent of her cousin's hair.

[billradish]

*blinks at it* *purrs*

she dropped her head back onto the pillow, breathing in the scent of her cousin's hair.

Intense warm and fuzzies.