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The Rehabilitation of Death
Chapter 19: Feed Your Friendly Monsters
Lambert brings Narinder breakfast as promised, appearing to catch Narinder on the waking end of a particularly nasty nightmare. A peak into his journal is unsuccessful, but the cat enjoys the mortal joys of comfort food for the first time in millennia and the two enjoy talking normally with each other, every day and current stressors aside, it's pleasant. Heket is moved into what will now be considered the Bishop's formal home, it's only occupant until Leshy is found and/or Kallamar is rescued, in whichever order, and Lamb makes it very clear what rules are to be expected with their arrival. After Heket unintentionally gives the Lamb an idea of how she cares for her brothers, they find perhaps the frog is more somber than they thought. Lambert finds a brief repose in the snow one night and finds a cat ending his disappearing act to confront their own. They offer him an opening to be simple and soft, if only for a single moment, and he follows it.
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(Originally part of a larger chapter but sliced for reading/editing ease. Another chapter either tomorrow or within a few days hopefully.)
Y'all already know what time it is. CALARTS GRADUATION ANIMATION SUBMISSIONS TIMEEEEEEEE
it happened again. the moon is incredibly low in the sky and yellow and there is supposed to be a tree there i think. i cannot see the real moon. did it get eaten
what if windows were horror trope.
its 2:57am and the moon has been hovering outside my window for the last hour and i do not think. it is supposed to be there. i think there is supposed to be a building blocking it. i am so sure that i will look at this in the morning and there will be a building there.
what if windows were corrupted or used as vessels for the madness and trickery and horror.
you hear rain, a soothing lullaby, but it's only tapping on your window. you see the moon, or stars, or the sun, or a distant light from a streetlight or other house, something where it most definitely should not be. you look outside and see a thick forest swamped in fog, but you live in the city. your curtains grow fucking teeth or eyes or sentience and close on their own to plunge the room into darkness. it's bright daylight outside but your clock says it's the middle of the night or vice versa. the little lever things unlock on their own.
update on the moon; it has shrunk to a single glob of white in the pitch blackness. it is either sinking below the house and being covered, or the eye is blinking.
not really here anymore
Soooooo in love with @pisha's forbidden five!Kai au (which is so insanely cool and awesome and like the art??? Hello literally masterpieces) that I scoured ao3 for 2 hours to find a fic. I found one. Literally there's just one. One singular fic and I am so scared to read it because once I finish it I'll be inclined to write my own. Oh no, what have I gotten myself into this time