Hello, hello! It's been quite a while, but I'm back! I've not written anything snowbaz related in a while because I just can't right now, but I am feeling newly inspired after watching Prodigal Son and am working on a fic that is a continuation of the show, so I thought I would share a bit of that.
But first, I want to thank the people who have tagged me from time to time, even when I've not been around: @probablily @leithillustration @orange-peony @artsyunderstudy <3
She’s been there a lot of mornings in the past couple of months, checking in — not to see if he’s okay; she knows he’s not — but to make sure he’s still there, still alive, maybe. She never knows when that death wish of his will catch up with him and steal his brilliant mind from the world. “Thought you might like to see this,” she says, sliding her phone over to him, open to a new article and beginning to start a pot of coffee. “What is it?” He asks warily, not taking the phone, the headline from his nightmare’s article running through his head on repeat. Malcolm Whitly Sentenced to Life for Patricide. Malcolm Whitly Sentenced to Life for Patricide. Malcolm Whitly Sentenced to Life for Patricide. She keeps tending to the coffee pot, so he hesitantly pulls her phone closer and steadies himself with a long breath before reading:
aaand I'm going to stop it there, otherwise it will spoil some of what I have planned for this fic. It's going to take some getting used to writing in third person since most of my fics are in first person, but I think it will be a fun challenge
Here are some tags! If anyone else is obsessed with this show, please let me know because I would love to fangirl about it with you! @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @roomwithanopenfire @iamamythologicalcreature @messofthejess @bookish-bogwitch @moodandmist @aristocratic-otter @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @letraspal @captain-aralias @prettygoododds @palimpsessed