#ohveda

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

I'm not sure of the exact count, but we've both stayed up for two consequential days to some capacity for different reasons. I've done it out of stress and sleeplessness, my brother because it became... difficult for him to follow time or read the bodily cues he had for tiredness. He'd think he had slept but he hadn't, or thought that he hadn't but had. The longer he went without sleep the worse it would get. On the other hand, before that became his reality, I'm almost certain he would have already been able to claim the achievement for one long-running party or another. For me, it was never an achievement, more of a curse. And at parties I'd be found sleeping it off someplace quieter.

But as indicated, I can't say if that was 36 hours or 48 or anything inbetween or above. Too long. And even then it might have only been cut off by a couple hours of sleep before I (we) needed to get up again. (Parenthesis for we because in all reality it would be impossible to stir my brother if he did not agree to rise and even I would have difficulty achieving this at times.)

26: What are you craving right now?

A good, filling home-made meal. Anything except the kind of rubbish we have readily available. I'm starving but - can I be honest here? I don't have what it takes to be cooking at this time and I'm not sure how the everyday person in this society continuously survives without dedicated kitchen staff. Somehow I've also become so poor that simply buying a balanced meal from the market is not an option. Where have the community kitchens gone to? Where do you go to have a decent meal for a price the average porter or a farmyard worker can afford to pay? It's outrageous.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

This perpetual tiredness. From experience I suspect it lifts at some point but I find it difficult to acclimate to being so tired, despite proper sleep, that I can't do much outside of bed but I'm either somehow too tired to sleep, or it's not sleep that my body needs. And maybe it's something else than irritating also - existentially terrifying? - but mostly I find myself irritated by it, plain and simple. I want to do something else than rest and idle but I am so tired, somehow, in my head and body, that I cannot.

hiiii!!! thank you for the ask!!! :3

manticore: picnics or hikes? hikes for SURE. picnics are nice but we love pacing and walking and such AND being in nature-type environments is refreshing so hikes are like, the perfect enrichment for us (we have at least one, maybe two if we're not too deceased from the first one, lined up for next week even)

Hi omg I love this??? That's such a WILD dream, thank you for sharing. Here's an artist's rendition (assuming you took the picture). Sorry for smoking in your parents' bathroom I was taking a break:

OHOHOHOHOHO

John Childermass who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favourite

He punched me in the face one time. It was awesome.

John Uskglass who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favourite

Wait there's more. The part where Segundus sees Childermass kiss him in the reflection in the kitchen window. It's so stunningly beautiful. Or the part in Measure of the Year in the heat of Mrs Lennox's garden, with Childermass stretching himself out and Segundus' open collar. Segundus getting his palm read. Segundus' joy to learn everything he can about the Christmas carol!

thank yooou!

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I… really just needed something sweet after writing Very Dark Things for another fic. this series is my comfort blanket.

the first part has a lot of Segundus watching Childermass sleep and that’s entirely based off of how much I love creepily staring at my partner when he’s sleeping. he must never know. actually, now that I think about it (and now that I’ve reread and written another chapter) there’s a lot of me in there. I’d say the inspiration for all of the series is 90% me and my life and 10% weather.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Thank you so much! I enjoy our discussions too :D Plus did you say magic and the Interregnum/Restoration? Oh my gosh I had never considered it before but it would be fascinating. Please tell me more about Charles I and his views on magic, how this intersects with his views on the divine right of kings plus his views on the crown of Northern England. Cromwell on the other hand hates magic and bans it outright.

It started with something cold and crawling, creeping up the back of his spine. It wasn’t unlike catching cold, tingling that travelled up the spine without physically shaking the body, a dizziness overtaking the head.

He placed a hand against his temple, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

“Mr Segundus?”

“I’m… there’s…”

There was a horrible sounding thud, and Segundus’s eyes flew open to look for the source. The buzzing beneath his skin was distraction, but there was a heap of dark clothes and dark hair on the floor, and that was suddenly more important.

“Mr Childermass!” he exclaimed, taking a step forward. His knees buckled. “Blast…”

“Mr Segundus,” Honeyfoot repeated, catching him about the arm. “Mr Segundus, whatever is the matter??”

“There’s… magic…” He clenched his hands into fists and shoved away from Honeyfoot, stumbling the few steps to their fallen visitor.

“What??”

“There’s magic here.” He crashed to his knees next to Childermass, feeling against sweaty skin for a pulse. “Strong magic… all around… Mr Childermass. Mr Childermass.”