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September Wordcount
Oct. 3rd, 2021 03:16 pmWooo back to two months in a row, we have a positive trend :D
Total September Wordcount: 12,567 words
IN PROGRESS:
Still, progress!
Sneak Peek:
> Founders Era fix-it <
"Nii-san," Izuna said again, and Madara snapped his eyes back up from where they had settled on the embers burning low in the central hearth.
"What." Madara half-expected Izuna to huff at his tone, but he smiled instead, looking fond and shaking his head.
"You're thinking too much," he said, propping one elbow on the table and resting his cheek in his palm.
Madara was on his feet and at his brother's side almost before Izuna had smoothed the resulting faint wrinkle of discomfort from his forehead. "Don't slouch like that, you'll pull your wound-"
Izuna swatted his hands away, and if the strike didn't come with his usual strength, it was at least nearly as sharp and quick as ever. "I'm not going to reopen anything with bad posture, Onii-sama, forgive this one a little comfort, would you please," he snapped.
Madara turned his open hands up in surrender. "You cannot expect me not to worry for your recovery."
"Of course not," Izuna retorted, flicking his fingers dismissively. "And you can't expect me to miss that you're torturing yourself with questions, probably stupid ones, and also probably," he continued, raising his voice preemptively as Madara opened his mouth to protest, "trying to keep them to yourself because you don't want me troubling myself while I heal."
Madara said nothing in the face of Izuna's arched eyebrows, glowering mightily as Izuna looked increasingly smug. Eventually he unbent enough to grumble, "I suppose I should be comforted. You can't be feeling too badly if you're up to being this much of an ass."
Total September Wordcount: 12,567 words
IN PROGRESS:
- Sung Me Moon-struck: nix, nada, nuthin :c
- Founders era fix-it: HOO BOY 12,567 words B)
- so it has come to my attention that I worked on nothing all month but the Founders era fix it HOLEE FUCK... and I tend to write out of order so I still don't think I have enough of the beginning bit together to actually post any yet. Welp.
Still, progress!
Sneak Peek:
> Founders Era fix-it <
"Nii-san," Izuna said again, and Madara snapped his eyes back up from where they had settled on the embers burning low in the central hearth.
"What." Madara half-expected Izuna to huff at his tone, but he smiled instead, looking fond and shaking his head.
"You're thinking too much," he said, propping one elbow on the table and resting his cheek in his palm.
Madara was on his feet and at his brother's side almost before Izuna had smoothed the resulting faint wrinkle of discomfort from his forehead. "Don't slouch like that, you'll pull your wound-"
Izuna swatted his hands away, and if the strike didn't come with his usual strength, it was at least nearly as sharp and quick as ever. "I'm not going to reopen anything with bad posture, Onii-sama, forgive this one a little comfort, would you please," he snapped.
Madara turned his open hands up in surrender. "You cannot expect me not to worry for your recovery."
"Of course not," Izuna retorted, flicking his fingers dismissively. "And you can't expect me to miss that you're torturing yourself with questions, probably stupid ones, and also probably," he continued, raising his voice preemptively as Madara opened his mouth to protest, "trying to keep them to yourself because you don't want me troubling myself while I heal."
Madara said nothing in the face of Izuna's arched eyebrows, glowering mightily as Izuna looked increasingly smug. Eventually he unbent enough to grumble, "I suppose I should be comforted. You can't be feeling too badly if you're up to being this much of an ass."
