Weirdly, the desert winds were the last thing I wrote. Originally the beginning was, like, five sentences, sans winds and winter, and then Bedlam suggested bringing in the winter and the insomnia earlier. I was THIS CLOSE from having Edmund telling Susan about the windstorms himself, but then it's like, "Hmm, do I really want to start it off by ripping off The English Patient more than I already kind of am? It's not like this fic needs that much more Edmund/Susan subtext." I'm glad you like the Susan! 'Cos I was telling someone how writing Susan for me is different through Edmund than through, say, Peter or Susan herself like I usually do, so that was interesting.

I have SUCH A KINK for painting/writing on bodies, omg. Such a kink.

Morally ambiguous Edmund is kind of my favorite Edmund. XD

<3333333 Thank you so so much! I always look forward to hearing your thoughts.