November Wordcount
Posted: There’s a place I’ve seen where the soul burns clean, chapter 4
IN PROGRESS:
There’s a place I’ve seen where the soul burns clean: 8698 words (and so many editing. Editing forever.)
(untitled) Bleach bunny: 114 words
Sneak Peeks:
>There's a place I've seen where the soul burns clean<
Madara lifted Izuna again, ignoring his grumbling in the interest of getting them home and under cover quicker. Not that the compound itself wasn’t secure, but. He would feel better once he had Izuna home. The nightmare-become-real future that he’d glimpsed wasn’t gone, was just hanging over him with grim patience like a wave at its crest, and only the constant, frenetic motion of organizing messengers and taking reports and getting Izuna home (alive, still alive, breath swelling his ribs against the support of Madara’s arm, his mouth running – didn’t even matter what he was saying, at this point Madara couldn’t focus long enough to take it in beyond the reassurance that his little brother could speak to him anyway)… only that was keeping his compartmentalization intact, holding that dark wave of possibility back from crashing down on Madara and swallowing him whole.
The creeping dread abated somewhat once they were inside, and moreso as Fuyubi-sensei progressed through his examination, thoughtful frowns occasionally creasing his wizened face but never tipping over into an expression of alarm. “I’ll have medicine and instructions sent to the house. Izuna-sama must have it morning and night for the next two weeks to replace the lost blood and restore vitality. This tea and this salve…”
Madara listened intently through all of the elder’s instructions. With the procedures for Izuna’s ongoing care dutifully relayed, Fuyubi folded his hands in a contemplative pose rather than excusing himself. In a more diffident voice, he said, “This technique is highly unusual; I wonder if Madara-sama or Izuna-sama might have captured the signs for it.”
>Bleach bunny<
"Could a Hollow absorb it?"
"In these concentrations? If they were strong enough, sure."
"Could Grimmjow?"
"I mean, probably, but he'd probably twist my head off my shoulders for asking, so."
"Why?"
"Why, are you serious? 'Hey, we've got this mega-toxic reishi that we need to get rid of, cool if we use your body as a biohazard dumpster?' Like, fuck, that's so insulting I wouldn't even blame him."