Was hoping to finish the next chapter of The Unwinding Season finished before the month was over, but in the case AO3 isnât back from its hostage situation by then, I will upload it here first. Remain strong, friends.
look, i am so. SO. SORRRRYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for my absence from working on The Unwinding Season or any fic for that matter. late last year, i went through so many life changes. i have a full-time job now which has been a blessing financially and for my healthcare. but boy is it a time and energy sucker. right around the same time, I got my first apartment on my own and i enjoy living indepently and furnishing it, but adult life is HARD. i also went through a couple losses around the same time, my 18 year old cat Honey and my grandmother. both of them were of advanced age, so you come to expect their departures, but it doesn't always make it easier.
BUT after all that, i feel like i'm back into the groove of writing again. it just took....... almost a year. i'm really sorry about that. as i've started up again, i rediscovered that writing is fun. i missed getting to write the castlevania characters again. also i'm excited for Nocturne where we get a new cast + alucard. i'll sorely miss trevor, sypha, and greta though, so i really need to finish the season 5 that's been fermenting in my head.
you know what they say about that vintage wine, huh.
as a token for all the waiting you've done, I've added a sneakity peakity for chapter 7 of The Unwinding Season under the cut. at least it's a part i feel like i've edited enough. please stay tuned for more updates.
The guilt set in sooner than Greta expected, a nagging sensation that grew stronger in time like the throbbing in her hand from Daniilâs rock of a head. Not that she regretted knocking him onto his arse, that sheâd been itching to do for years. But she lost her composure in front of an audience, and he used it against her.Â
It wasnât even the first time.Â
Once when they were children, heâd flung her treasured doll high into a tree far too tall for her short legs and arms to climb. She shoved him into the dirt. A fair trade, or so she thought. That night, his motherâs protests in Iulianâs hut were shrill enough for the entire village to hear. Greta had sat outside waiting for her punishment. Her heart throbbed with worry. Again, there would be no home for her. She was the daughter of his late friend, not blood like Daniil. From then on, her fate was a candle in the wind.Â
But after she stormed out of the hut, cold eyes regarding her as she trudged over muddy ground, Iulian shuffled out and he gave Greta a wink and a clap on the shoulder. âThe boy had it coming,â he said. âbut try not to rile up his mother for my sake.â
Unless his sister could give him a strong tongue lashing in the afterlife, Iulian would hear nothing of today. Greta tried to imagine what heâd say now, what heâd make of her entrusting the village to his nephew and chasing a half-vampire through a magical mirror. Maybe heâd second-guess taking her under his wing all those years ago and rescind her title. Wouldnât that tickle Danniil.Â
Maybe itâd serve her right. Anything could happen in Belmont in their absence and she would know nothing of it until they returned. Trevor and Sypha were more than capable to protect it. They would vouch for her, that she was sure of, but they were still newcomers unfamiliar with the tactics Daniil and his family used to sway people. If only sheâd had time to prepare them with counterattacks, then sheâd have more confidence.Â
The slightest twitch of her fingers sent bolts of sharp, stabbing pain through her hand. She hissed as she clutched her arm to her chest, praying for the pain to ebb with each pulse through her veins. This wouldnât fade with sleep even if she could manage a wink. Why had she thought otherwise?
She sat up on her bed roll, careful not to jostle her hand. The swelling in her fingers and knuckles made her stomach twist into knots. Daniilâs rock of a head did its own damage on her. Alucard would notice. Not even a single night into their journey and they had a setback. Sooner or later heâd see her as a hindrance and send her back to Belmont alone. Another man whose expectations sheâd fall short of and lose.
Fuck that. She was a grown woman; there was no leaving Arges without him even if he came to despise her. Heâd just have to suck it up. Much like she had to swallow these doubts and fix her hand.
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