sunday six is trying to make fandom fun again

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Receding back into my fandom-of-three a little bit, working on some post-canon Cathy/Mab for my 'sleeplessness/insomnia' square for ladiesbingo. It's nice to have something not-exchange related to talk about for once!

I stopped dreaming after we set foot in Pivot.

No more did Ariel sit at the foot of my bed, her knitting a pile of snakes writhing in her sunlit lap. No more did Mab run through the mists with my brother clinging to her hand, with myself alongside them stretched across the back of a grey horse still unable to keep up. No more did I stand in empty doorways, waiting for the fish-moon or Catherine Helstone's sister or Mab's owl-faced couriers or -

It should have been a gift. It would have been, if I had slept soundly in the dreams' stead.

But in Pivot, the wheels of the great clock ticked over in the place of my sinner's heartbeat, and I did not sleep at all.

Not sure I will ever live up to the wonderful gift pendrecarc wrote me earlier this year, but I've missed thinking abt this lovely weird book.