15. Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs!
thanks for asking! <3 here’s a scene from the next chapter of bodyswap fic, in which Daud fails repeatedly at pretending to be Corvo...
Emily made no comment when Daud showed up to their daily breakfast with a sheaf of paper and a pen, chattering away like this was nothing out of the ordinary. She was patient with Daud’s slowly written replies, but he was all too aware of his own painstaking pace. He was made even slower by the fact that he had to forge Corvo’s writing.
“Did you hurt your hand?” Emily asked, frowning briefly at the left.
Daud shook his head, bewildered. He’d forgone the gloves today - they made writing too cumbersome - in favour of wrapping a strip of black cloth over the mark, but it was hardly the first time he’d done it.
“All right,” Emily said; she didn’t sound entirely convinced, which was— alarming, but she didn’t seem overly suspicious. “Have some more tea.”
Daud obliged, spooning in a generous amount of honey and stirring it briskly to ensure it all dissolved. He wasn’t a fan of sweet things, but it helped to soothe his throat. He downed half the cup with a grimace; it really was too sweet.
Emily still looked troubled, but when Daud asked her what’s wrong, she only shrugged and changed the subject.
