[The Magnus Archives] a wreath above her head

Inspired by a wreath above her head by nychta. [Podfic] a wreath above her head by GoLBPodfics (GodOfLaundryBaskets) Summary: The attic chorused the birth of flowers. A cycle, according to Jane, which broiled over itself until something rose from muddled grounds. At least she called it grounds; where else would the worms grow? She never noticed the beginning - never caught a drift of pungent lilacs under her nostrils. For all she knew and loved, her modest home stretched narrow ceilings for one owner. Then, an owner and two white strings. A dozen of squirms beneath her shoes. Jane lost count at some point and settled for a hive. worms aren't the only living thing jane blooms.