bending_sickle | Remember the tea kettle - it is always up to its neck in hot water, yet it still sings! *

Nanowrimo, Day 15: I might write a bit more later, but for now, word count success (50%, whoot!) and I've pretty much reached a point where I just throw my hands in the air and say, "What the fuck now?" The answer may include more flashbacks and angst. I haven't written any Kezef in a while, and that's not good. In other news, back to work tomorrow.

Excerpt:

The man gave her a little nod. “Much obliged,” he said, and poured himself a cup of tea, his hand practically engulfing the little detachable cup that was the top of the thermos. He put his face over the cup, the liquid steaming in the cool fall air, and gave a little satisfied sigh. He took a careful sip, holding the liquid in his mouth a moment as if waiting for something, then swallowed.

“Do you like it?” asked Agatha.

“Darling,” answered Crowley, taking another satisfied sip, “with this I’m ready for anything.”

25194 / 50000 words. 50% done!

* Anon. or uncredited