Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost

Shower Time

Hey guys, I want to thank you all immensely for your patience. I know it's been absolutely ages. It's just been one health nightmare after another for me right now. My main issues at the moment are that I've had an infection for months that hasn't responded to medications, my chronic pain has reached mammoth new levels and spread into my shoulders (this makes typing extremely difficult) and I now have blurred vision even though my eyes are healthy so the doctor thinks it might be neurological (still waiting for MRI results). The blurred vision is the most frustrating because it makes writing/proof-reading really hard because I'm concentrating so much on trying to see the words that it's hard to actually take in what I'm reading/writing - and since it's not my eyes, glasses don't help. So I've been working on this story in tiny increments and that's why it's taking so long. Thankfully, I already had the drafts for the next ten chapters written up so I haven't been starting from scratch but I proofread a chapter about 10-13 times before posting and rework a lot. But because of my vision problems (and some serious brain fog) it's taking twenty times as long to do that and it's not going as smoothly. I'm not sure what the quality of my writing is going to be like from here on out, especially after we get past those drafts. But long story short, I don't know how frequent updates will be. I don't think it'll be months like with this one but I seem to be getting a new health problem every week so I can't be certain of anything right now. I was so close to posting this chapter a while ago and then my vision got a lot worse and I couldn't manage it, so I've realized that I can't really plan anything anymore. Real sorry about this.

On another note, I've been going back through the older chapters and attempting to proofread/tighten them up a little because I needed to remind myself of everything that's happened (my memory has completely gone so that has also made writing very hard). I haven't made it through the whole fic yet but I'm up to the 20s so everything before then has been proofread. It's something that I like to do with all my stories after a while because I pick up mistakes that I missed the first time around and sometimes think of better ways of saying things. And I did add a new paragraph or so in one of the earlier chapters but nothing consequential or that needs to be read.

On a brighter note, this chapter is a bit lighter than the last few.so originally, this was meant to be one chapter but I've ended up splitting it into three parts since it's taking me longer to write/proofread at the moment and this way I can update quicker.

Again, thankyou all so much for your patience.

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"Raven? I need your help with something."

"Sure thing, what's - ah, woah!" Raven's eyes widened as soon as she looked up. "Holy hell."

Luna's mouth twitched. "That seems something of an oxymoron."

Raven was too busy staring to register. "What happened to your clothes?" Sure, she was wearing a towel but it really wasn't doing all that much for what remained of Raven's sanity.

Luna's amusement seemed to be growing by the second. "Well, I wasn't going to shower in them."

Right, shower. Towel. That made sense.

A hell of a lot more sense than her brain was making at the moment.

Clothes were not shower compatible.

Or they were, if you were determined enough, but. . .

Her eyes tracked the scoop of Luna's collarbone, following the path lower, lower. . . until she came to the very edge of the towel, unable to look away from the deceptively benign material that rose and fell, straining against the flesh within. This was unbearable enough but then Raven made the mistake of letting her gaze drift even lower, to the bare skin just above Luna's knees and-