#strynights

here  comes  another  night  when  marlowe  has  decided  to  do  her  laundry  in  the  middle  of  peaceful  summer  darkness.  it  is  half  an  impulsive  decision,  half  the  belief  that  laundry  shouldn't  be  done  during  the  day  in  the  summer  or  the  sun  will  scorch  it  to  nothing.  just  one  of  her  supersitions  she's  taken  from  somewhere  (  most  likely  mama  dench  who  is  just  as  …  peculiar  …  as  marlowe  ).  the  air  is  thick  and  hot  when  she  rolls  into  the  shorelines  laundry  like  an  unbound  wave,  her  basket  with  clothes  held  firmly  in  both  hands,  slooooowly  slipping  from  her  grasp.  “  mateo!  ”  mars  calls  out,  voice  filled  with  panic.  “  SOS!  SOS!  ”

here ya go! it’s the eighth chapter in that work but each chapter is a oneshot so you don’t have to read the first seven to understand this one.

unless you’re just trying to gently tell me i really need a beta, in which case... see above, actually, i’m too impatient for a decent editing process

i may or may not have written almost 2000 words of fic about helen and ronan bullying the aglionby headmaster into giving monmouth back to gansey >.>