You think I'll let it go, you're mad*

[bending_sickle]

It's 2:30 am. If you think I'm going to be coherent now, after banging my head against the wall that is Nanowrimo, you've got another thing coming. Just over 5000 words to get Icarus back in tip-top, get him to talk to Dean, then Chip (with snog!) and then wrap everything up oh gods how?

While Chip struggled on getting Icarus' unresisting arms out of the jacket, Martha busied herself putting the candles she had scattered around the room onto the desk chair. Just as he finally managed to slip the jacket off, Martha placed the chair beside the bed, casting Icarus in a soft yellow glow.

Chip's heart skipped a beat. This was the first clear view he'd gotten of Icarus since he returned – before he'd been obscured by Dean’s body and the gathering dark – and even then the only thing he could see were Icarus’ arms. They were covered with small fading scars that looked old although they hadn’t been there two days ago. The skin looked a little like Lauren’s burn would look in a week –raw-looking, pink, and brand new.

45052 / 50000 words. 90% done!


Judas Priest, "You've Got Another Thing Coming"