#mi chamocha

Tonight is the first night of Passover, when Jews commemorate the Exodus from Egypt. As it says in the Haggadah, “Even if we are all learned and wise, all elders and knowledgeable in Torah, it is still our duty to retell the story of the going out from Egypt. And the more one tells of the going out, the more praiseworthy.”  Well, in Mi Chamocha (Who Is Like You), I tell of the going out to the tune of 31,777 words of Snowbaz fanfic. Check it out!

Today I want to spotlight the beautiful moodboard that @carryonsimoncarryonbaz​ made for this fic. Cscb, you were my first friend in this fandom and I adore you. Thank you so much for your listening ear and your caring heart and being my friend and my beta and for this lovely graphic.

I am so excited to finally start posting this story! 

Mi Chamocha (Who Is Like You)

Baz is an Egyptian scribe, and Simon is a Hebrew slave. What is it like to be two ordinary guys caught up in the tumultuous events of the Exodus from Egypt? And what do you do when you fall for someone you’re not even allowed to have a conversation with?

I owe so many thanks to my amazing betas, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz​ and @gampyre​! They did so much to help me see where to deepen and improve the story as well as support and encourage me. I love you both!

Thank you also to @bazzybelle​ for organizing @carryonthroughtheages​! I’m looking forward so, so much to all the amazing content that’s going to come out this week.

Chapter 14: Darkness is up!

Who knows what may happen in the dark?

Or start reading from the beginning.

I haven’t been tagged so I’m going to just go for it. This is from Mi Chamocha (Who Is Like You), which starts posting a week from tomorrow!

Simon

I’ve never seen a mirror before, and I ask if I can try it. He smiles a little and says yes. It’s strange to be looking at my own face, and I find myself making crazy shapes with my mouth and eyes. It makes him laugh. I didn’t realize I had so many spots on my face as well as the parts I can see without a mirror, like my arms and chest. 

I put the mirror down and look at Baz. It’s probably time for me to leave. He clears his throat awkwardly. “Thank you for your help and your company, Simon. I won’t requisition you for something again without checking with you first.”

“Okay. Thank you… Baz.” I think I still need to call him sir on the job site, but here, alone, I call him by his name one last time before I turn to go.

We have made it to the end! 

Chapter Seventeen: The Sea of Reeds is up!

Or, if you’ve been waiting to read it all at once, start at the beginning.