Stupid exorcist fic: risen for Hallowe'en, woooo . . .

[rainjoyswriting]

Cradle to the Grave, a men in hats short set in the stupid exorcist AU. I know I owe comment replies, I'm really sorry, and an end to the sodding affinityverse on top of it all; heavy workload right now, which means I'm in quite a lot of pain, and I really am just sulking with fic -_- (Plus, Hallowe'en. When else am I going to update *this* fic

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[stellk]

"That you are a parent," Athos offers, since Aramis seems to not know the words for it. "Though the child was stolen from you

[rainjoyswriting]

It's the saddest thing, I literally don't know a sadder thing. I don't have kids and my response to bad things happening to them is visceral; if they were *mine* . . .

The first play I ever saw at the theatre was an adaptation of Frankenstein, when I was maybe thirteen or fourteen; I remember that it *terrified* me, and I left just so confused at how something so awful could come about, just, I had no framework for understanding it. I suppose you spend the rest of your life trying to understand how people can be so fucking awful ^^; But, ironically, I don't read horror, I don't like horror, and mostly because it's just blood up the walls. I do like the metaphors, though, and I'm happy to steal them.

Which eventually led to Athos the smitten vampire, who I now enjoy writing far too much. I'm glad you like him too ;) And thank you for reading, honey - thank you ^^