#teething problems

I was tagged a few days by @rainofaugustsith - thank you! - but I went a few days without writing anything.

Tagging ... let’s see ... @dvrthncx, @shanfamilydrama, @sleepswithvillains, @a-muirehen, @sunsetofdoom ... Anything brewing you want to tease us with?

Here’s a few sentences from my second incredibly overdue OC Kiss Week fic, which is only just getting past the brain-larva stage, featuring BH murder wives Indy and @vespertine-legacy’s Coda (it’s only 9 sentences, it’s just that some of them are long):

‘Does it still hurt?’ Coda asked worriedly, rummaging through the drawers of the medbay cabinet to find something to stop the bleeding.

A weird grunting sound which nevertheless managed to sound annoyed came from Indy’s direction.

Coda looked over her shoulder at where her partner - accomplice, lover, accidental wife, whatever - was perched on the biobed, ochre-furred legs stretched out in front of her and bare feet on the floor. Indy obviously couldn’t speak, what with the balled-up undershirt she was pressing to her open mouth, but the annoyed glare from her blue eyes made it clear that yes, it did very much still hurt.

‘I’m sorry,’ Coda said for what felt like the hundredth time, aware that while her contrition was completely sincere, the repeated apology had started to take on the slightly sulky tone she remembered from her childhood and having to apologise over and over and over again for some completely understandable mistake that anyone could have made (which had nevertheless always resulted in ruining something of Cershaa’s).

She slammed the drawer shut and yanked open the next one; it was a mess of half-open boxes, discarded packaging and spills of gauze and cotton wool. ‘Who’s supposed to be in charge of medical inventory, anyway?’

Bad parenting…