I accidentally posted my CORB prologue last night (OOPS) while trying to draft the first four chapters. So if you see it on AO3 IT’S NOT REALLY THERE! THAT IS AN ILLUSION *elaborate distracting hand-waves*
But yeah I’ll probably post those chapters sometime today.
While you’re waiting, please enjoy these two short snippets from chapters 5 and 6:
Simon POV
“Stop perceiving me,” I plead, curling under my console, the closest thing I have to a small, dark space. (In the Commune, I used to hide under my bed when I felt like this.)
“That bad?” Beni squats down so she’s within my line of sight.
I turn my head towards the metal backing. “What did I justsay?”
She blows a raspberry. “Since when do I care about your bizarre coping mechanisms?”
(At training, she’d pull me out by my feet when I would try hiding under my bunk.)
Baz POV
“Basilton Grimm-Pitch,” a pale blond greets me. He’s smoother than silk when he steps around the bar to wrap me in a hug. “As I live and live.”
“And live, and live,” I reply, hugging him back. “Hello, Braden. You’re looking well.”
He laughs. “I look exactly the same.”
“That’s the joke.” I pat him on the back. “Where’s your boss?”
Braden rolls his eyes. “Not my boss, and he’s up in his penthouse doing his taxes.”
“Death and taxes, huh?”
“Well,” Braden steps back behind the bar and pours me a pint of blood, “one of them had to stick.”
