From 57cd903d308cf800a0842ecc4ae693fb641b2824 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2022 21:50:07 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/mitzvot/031.md | 10 +++++----- writing/post-self/mitzvot/032.md | 4 ++-- 2 files changed, 7 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/031.md b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/031.md index 05c21c1f..2723255b 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/031.md +++ b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/031.md @@ -16,9 +16,9 @@ There was a sense of a sigh from the other end. "I am sorry, my love." "You? Impatient?" Debarre laughed. "I'll be right over." -He forked off Debarre#RelEW and watched him step from the sim, then spent another few seconds looking out into the yard, trying to remember the last time anything had been so important that it had required him leaving immediately Something other than a tree falling on his boyfriend, that was. +He forked off Debarre#RelEW and watched him step from the sim, then spent another few seconds looking out into the yard, trying to remember the last time anything had been so important that it had required him leaving immediately. Something other than a tree falling on his boyfriend, that is. -"Well, shit," he mumbled turning to head back inside. "This is gonna be a mess." +"Well, shit," he muttered, turning to head back inside. "This is gonna be a mess." ----- @@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ Debarre#RelEW was greeted by the sight of End Waking kneeling in the clearing ac He gave her a hug before sitting down with them. "He said it had something to do with you, Ioan, and True Name, and that he needed to talk to a non-Odist. That's why I was surprised." -She grinned. "You will have your chance, my dear. I will not be here long. I needed to step out for a moment, and figured I would catch End Waking up. I am happy to see you, as well, though." +She grinned. "You will have your chance, my dear. I will not be here long. I needed to step out for a moment, and figured I would catch End Waking up. I am happy to see you as well, though." "Happy to see you too. You're always welcome over to my place, too." @@ -74,7 +74,7 @@ May Then My Name frowned, leaned over to hug him around the shoulders, and whisp After a moment's hesitation, he returned the hug. Had she said it in anything less than her most earnest voice, he might have scoffed, but as it was, he could see himself falling for the gentle manipulation as though from a meter above. He could resent her, but she had said exactly what it was that he needed to hear. -Because of course she had. She was May Then My Name Die With Me. She knew just how to. She was built to +Because of course she had. She was May Then My Name Die With Me. She knew just how to. She was built to. "You're such an asshole," he whispered back, then kissed her cheek to take the sting out of the words. "I'll do my best. Now, shoo." @@ -142,7 +142,7 @@ Debarre scrambled to his feet, eyes darting around through the trees. "What the He growled. "Well, shit. I mean, I guess I'm an obvious enough choice for it." -"You are, yes, and doubtless the powers that be have been keeping their eye on you since the dissolution of the Council. I do not know the specifics, nor do I want to. As I said, I will not betray you." End Waking smiled wryly, adding, "And I do not think I am of much interest to any of them, anyway. I rarely leave, and I never enter a building when I do. I am more focused on my next meal that anything else." +"You are, yes, and doubtless the powers that be have been keeping their eye on you since the dissolution of the Council. I do not know the specifics, nor do I want to. As I said, I will not betray you." End Waking smiled wryly, adding, "And I do not think I am of much interest to any of them, anyway. I rarely leave, and I never enter a building when I do. I am more focused on my next meal than anything else." "Skunks just wanna get fat." diff --git a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/032.md b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/032.md index 93dba907..6dfc1fec 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/mitzvot/032.md +++ b/writing/post-self/mitzvot/032.md @@ -60,9 +60,9 @@ Debarre sat, silent. The comment all but demanded silence from him, so rare was End Waking shrugged. "Would that be so bad? May Then My Name would become simply a friend, rather than a cocladist. True Name would become someone I know rather than a down-tree instance. I do not speak with the others. Serene, perhaps? But even then, it has been many years. It would not change my relationship with you. The forest will not care if I am an Odist or if I am not. To it, I am called Nobody, and when I die and moulder beneath the roots, then it will say that it feasts on Nobody." -Debarre sighed. Hearing End Waking talk so much was a rarity, but that the death-thoughts were still there, meant it'd be a while yet before he'd be allowed back to stay. +Debarre sighed. Hearing End Waking talk so much was a rarity, but that the death-thoughts were still there meant it'd be a while yet before he'd be allowed back to stay. -"And AwDae? The Name?" he asked. As he always did when Debarre said their friend's name, the skunk stiffened, hunched his shoulders, and drew his hood up over his head. All the same, he'd made it a point to say it at least once per visit. There had been a row the first few times, but he'd won on point that AwDae had been his friend, too. +"And AwDae? The Name?" he asked. As he always did when Debarre said their friend's name, the skunk stiffened, hunched his shoulders, and drew his hood up over his head. All the same, he'd made it a point to say it at least once per visit. There had been a row the first few times, but he'd won on the point that AwDae had been his friend, too. "I do not know, Debarre. That is, I think, the one thing that I will ever defer to True Name on."