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]

COVERED IN BEES. (Wild Roses, chaos!twins and their great-grandmother)

"RUN!"

Shrieking and whooping, they fled from the swarm, eventually skidding past a blur that looked surprisingly like their granmére Phoebe.

Bees started bouncing off the air like it was glass, as the boys bounced off the other side of the invisible wall, tumbling together in a dizzy heap.

Their granmére raised an upside down eyebrow at them, punctuated by the continuing thuds of the swarm.

"Uh. Hi?" said Griffin.

"We brought you honey?" Mischa said from underneath him, slightly quicker on the uptake, having hit the wall with less force.

She covered her face with one hand, sighing.

[taennyn]

There really, really isn't.