It’s been such a long time since I’ve written any fic that I’ve lost track of how I was compiling my files, and now I can’t find the draft of the thing I want to reread because my mind is circling Tam Lin.
The thing in question being the story of the time in the Certain Arts universe in which wee Darcy, running away from his feelings after the death of his mum, accidentally opened a door into fairy (which, as the heir to a technically feudal baron personally sworn the raven king, he is absolutely able to do, on account of it being a border imposed between the human and fairy kingdoms) and exposed wee Wickham to the dangerous delights of magic and how, for the small price of making a deal with the local fairfolk, one might set up as a magician. It was a sort of sequel to Georgiana’s christening but I got stuck on how to translate fairies engaging in a little light human sacrifice into the whole thing of tearing a human-daemon pair in two and fairy opinions of unfixed child daemons vs fixed adult daemons.
Running away from fairies while being very scared and operating in a ‘clever, adrenaline fueled 12 year old autist makes what is in hindsight a really consequential decision’ mode being a part of the reason Darcy’s daemon is so very fast, and, in fact, much faster than he himself is/was. Which is a spoiler but hey, the fic has sat untouched for quite a few years now.
