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The Queen and her Advisor / The Explorer and her Knight

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VI. A Pirate's Promise

Hey y'all I want to give a big thank you to @buckysqueen80 for all her help and for partnering with me on this story. She did such an AMAZING job on this chapter!!! I'm really excited to share this chapter with y'all! Make sure you vote and comment, we love the feedback. We hope you enjoy this story, let's just go ahead and put ALL the trigger warnings since this is gonna be a wild ride. Love y'all, and without further a-due, we present to you...chapter 6 ________________________________________________________________________________

Bucky's POV:

I didn't want to take the trip into town for the special order my father had placed in Los Lagos du Muerte. I felt like something had been off, and I couldn't place my finger on it right away. At least not until I got into town, looking for the shop my father swore the order would be at.

That's when my suspicions were proven correct. There was no order anywhere in that town for me to pick up, and my mind screamed at me to return to the ship as fast as I could. What was worse, was the fact that I left her there on the ship, at the hands of the monster that I call my father.

I prayed upon my mother's soul that nothing would happen, and that she was okay. She needed to be okay. I needed her to be okay. I wouldn't forgive myself if she was hurt, or those that hurt her. Especially if my father was involved.

I ran back towards the ship as fast as I could. As soon as I had the ship within my sights, my ears picked up on a commotion that sounded like it was coming from the ship. Dread filled my stomach with bile, as I pushed myself to move faster.

I could hear screams fill the air, and I knew those screams belonged to her. As I approached the ship, I slowed my pace, as much as my brain kept screaming to go faster. I didn't want to raise suspicions that I was back just yet.

I maneuvered to the ramp, and slowly made my way back onto the deck. The sight before me made my stomach drop. There, tied to the mast, was Steve, hollering and cursing at crew members to leave her alone.

That made me cast my eyes over to the group of crew members that were stalking someone. I looked around, not seeing her, then realizing that they were after her. My vision went red. I mean blood red, and at that point it was accurate, because I was now out for blood!

I drew my pistol, caulked back the hammer, aimed it into the air and pulled the trigger. The shot rang out crystal clear, and everyone froze what they were doing, turning to look at me.

From my position, I watched as she slumped down to the floor.  This didn't help ebade the blood lust that was running through my veins. As I marched towards her, the crew simply parted away, as I knelt down in front of her, taking her chin in my fingers, tilting her head up, as I looked her over.

"Don't worry Pet. You're safe now." I whispered only loud enough for her to hear. I heard someone take a stance behind me, their footsteps unmistakable. 

"Don't move ok Pet? Stay where you are for a moment, I'll be right back." I whispered to her. She simply nodded.

I stood up straight, squaring off my shoulders, as I tilted my head from side to side, letting the snaps roll down my spine.

"You shouldn't be back yet, boy!" came the voice of my father. "You just had to go and ruin the crew's play time with the ship's new whore!" Charlie all but spat out.

It took me a moment to shake the words he said to me. I closed my eyes, inhaling and exhaling. When I opened my eyes, they scanned over the crew quickly and concisely until they landed on the likes of my father.

"Do you think... " I started, struggling to control the coiling and slithering hatred I had for the man. "Do you think I give a shit as to what the fuck you have to say? That I give a flea infested rat's ass of your opinion, you old, decrepit, vile and loathsome man? You DO NOT get the right to speak about her like that. She has done NOTHING to the likes of you. If you so much as breathe a word about her without an ounce of respect, I will gut you so you bleed out on the ground like you left my mother to die!! Now EVERYONE BACK THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!!!!" I roared.

I could feel her fingers brushing across my arm, the innocent and gentle touch helping reine my temper in and keeps me from advancing on my father and his crew.

"And untie Steve NOW!" I barked, watching as the members of the crew scattered like the rats that they were, and started to untie him.

"Bucky, I swear! I tried... " he started before I cut him off.

"I know you did everything possible to protect her. You don't have to apologize." I said, claping a hand on his shoulder. I turned my attention back towards her. I put my finger under her chin, lifting her head and turning it from side to side, to give her a quick look over to make sure she wasn't hurt or worse, bleeding.

"Oh Pet! I am so sorry that I couldn't spare you from this!" I whispered, the rage starting to subside in me.

"You know boy... "My father started to speak again.

"Have you not yet learned your lesson old man?" I said, turning around having withdrawn my sword, the tip finding home in the middle of his chest.

My father looked down at the blade aimed at his chest. He had the decency to look at least a little impressed at the move.

"I was going to say that since you threatened the crew, and now the Captain, we could try you for mutiny. Then nothing would save your precious little 'Pet'!" he mused, tapping a finger against the length of the blade, contemplating moving it away.

To show I meant my resolve, the tip of the blade dug in, breaking the skin, as a trickle of blood oozed from the puncture.

"Now boy, calm that temper of yours. This isn't the free spirited boy that your mother once raised you to be, now is it?" 

Before I could move or say anything, Steve was pulling me back, my sword clattering on the floorboards.

"He's not worth it Jamie" came the sweetest voice to break through the mist of anger clouding my head. I turned and looked down at her, her face full of compassion, and something else I couldn't quite place. As I looked into her eyes, I felt every fiber of my being start to relax.

I couldn't help myself. I leaned down, gently brushing my lips over hers.

"You have no idea what you are capable of doing to me do you, Pet?" I asked her, knowing very well she didn't know to the full extent.

She simply looked back at me, passion burning like a slow fire in her soul. Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to remain strong for what I was about to do, and prayed that she will forgive me and understand.

I stood up, and while turning around, I tucked her behind me, and faced my father.

"No one is going to lay a finger on her. Do I make myself clear? She's mine, and mine alone to do whatever I please with. If anyone touches her, I will not hesitate to gut them like a fish!" I said, grabbing hold of her hand behind my back.

"Then boy, why don't you make it official and claim her as your wife then? Do it right here and now, that way your precious little is solely yours." My father spat out at me, not thinking that I would do what I did next.

"Pirate marriage laws? Doesn't that only apply to a virgin bride? There hasn't been a pirate wedding in forever. You really think I wouldn't do this, if it meant keeping everyone else away from her?" I hissed out, feeling her try to tug her hand out of mine at the mention of virgin bride.

"Fine! We will be married this evening at sunset by pirate laws!" I said, looking directly into my father's eyes, calling his bluff.

"Sunset it is then!" My father said, turning around and barking orders at the crew to start all preparations.

I turned back around and looked at her, seeing the worry and confusion in her eyes, before leading her back to the cabin.

Once in the cabin, I gently took a hold of her face in my hands, I rested my forehead on hers.

"I know this is a lot, Pet. And I'm so sorry I got you into this, but you need to trust me, ok? I need you to stay close to Steve until I return. I saw something back in town that is perfect for you, and I want to give it to you as a gift." I start, before turning to look at Steve, who had just entered the cabin.

"Please keep her safe. I'll be back soon. I trust you with her, just as I trust you with my life!" I said before turning to walk out the door. But before I did I turned back around and pulled her close, kissing her deeply.

"I'll be back!" I said, and turned, leaving the cabin and got off the ship.

~~~A few hours later~~~

I found what it was that I was looking for in town and raced back to the ship. To say that I was a bit leery of leaving her on the ship with that wretched man I called my father was an understatement. But I was confident that the crew knew I was serious about gutting them.

The sun was starting to dip low as it cast an array of colors in the sky. Everything had been prepared for the celebration that would follow afterwards, but that didn't mean I was any less of a nervous wreck.

I was standing on the deck looking out over the water. I heard Steve come up behind me, but I still didn't turn around.

"Is she ok?" was all I asked.

"She's nervous. And I don't blame her to be honest. Are you sure doing this is the right thing?" he asks me.

"No, I'm not sure that this is the right thing to do, but if it means it keeps her safe, do I have any other choice?" I ask.

"You really do care about her don't you?" he says.

"I know when I first saw her, I was infatuated with her. She consumed all my waking thoughts, and to be honest, my dreams as well. I never once wanted to put her in danger, but it seems my father has left me absolutely no choice in the matter, but I can't back out now. It will leave her vulnerable and I can't do that to her. Anyone else sure, but not her." I answered.

Somewhere on the ship, some music started to play, causing Steve and I to take our places. I stood at the helm, and Steve went to escort her to me.

She'd changed into this nice light and flowy dress, and left her hair down. The wind caught the ends and played with them, tossing them around.

I couldn't take my eyes away from her. To me, it seemed like she was floating towards me, and in no time had reached my side.

The entire ceremony went by in a blur. I heard nothing that was said except for "You may now kiss your bride!".

At that moment, my brain finally kicked in and I pulled her close, one hand cupping the back of her neck, as the other cupped her cheek, kissing her tenderly, as my tongue swiped over her bottom lip, and diving in the moment she opened her mouth to let me in.

I could feel her warm hands on either side of my chest, and barely registered when they slid up my chest and over my shoulders, putting her all into this kiss.

The sound of the crew hooting and hollering was drowned out, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble, until I heard my father speak.

Pulling away from her was the hardest thing at that point, but I knew I had too.

"While the crew celebrates your marriage, you my boy, had better go claim your wife, and make her yours in every way possible." My father spoke,as a sense of dread crawled down my spine.

I took her hand and lead her to the cabin we would now be forced to share, in order to keep up the pretense of this marriage.

Once we were alone in the cabin, I leaned against the door and locked it. The music from outside the door was exceptionally loud, so I knew we could talk freely.

"I know this wasn't how you envisioned getting married, and I'm sorry about this. They wouldn't have left you alone otherwise, so I had to do this. I hope you won't hate me forever." I said, hanging my head low.

The next thing I knew, she was walking towards me, and placed her hands on my chest.

"I could never hate you for trying to keep me safe. I know that the only reason that this happened was because there was no other way. I'm actually grateful that you took the matter into your hands." she whispered.

"I have something for you!" I said, remembering what I had gone back into town to get. I moved over to my cushions and pulled out a small box. I turned around and held it out to her.

"It's not much, but it's a small token of my appreciation for you. When you look at this, I want you to remember that with this ring, it's an unending promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you, and to make you feel safe." I said, before opening the box.

Inside, settled on a small cushion of fabric was a ring. I heard the tiny gasp she made, as I took the ring out and slid it onto her ring finger.

"We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable doing tonight, or ever until you are ready." I whisper,

"I just want you to be comfortable around me. Who knows, maybe down the line, we might develop feelings, and this will turn to something more than a marriage of convenience."

"I love it, Bucky!" she whispered softly, looking at the intricate design on the ring.

"Will you come lay down with me?" She asks, holding out her hand.

"Do you want to change into something else more suitable for bed?" I asked her, already turning around if she said yes.

There were no words from her. The only sound I heard was what I could only presume was the sound of her dress falling down onto the floor, and then the shuffle of the sheets and the bed.

"You can turn around now." she said, her voice full of nerves and no louder than a whisper.

I went around and blew out the candles in the lanterns except for one, before standing at the foot of the bed.

As I looked at her, I felt like the wind got knocked out of me.

There she lay in the bed, her hair looking like a halo around her in the light. The sheet covering her, and her cheeks tinged pink.

I quickly discarded my clothing and moved to lay in bed next to her. Once I got comfortable, she turned onto her side to look at me.

I gently reached out to cup her face, brushing my thumb along her cheeks, and then her bottom lip, gently pulling it down to let it bounce back into place.

"I know this wasn't exactly what you probably had in mind when you thought about getting married one day." I started, getting lost in her eyes.

"But I said what I said out there to protect you. To keep anyone else from... "I was cut off when she leaned in and kissed me, making all the thoughts that I had in my head drain.

I thought I'd lose my mind when I felt her tongue beg for entrance as it danced along my bottom lip. I didn't wait long to give her what she was looking for. Pulling her closer, I held on to her like she was my life raft.

My mind was racing with all thoughts of what I wanted to do if I had her in my arms like this, but all I wanted was to make sure she felt safe, protected, even loved. That thought spurred something in my soul.

I knew I wasn't the man my mother had wanted me to be, and I didn't know if I could be the type of husband that she needed, and even if this didn't last for some reason, I'd never forget how I felt in this moment.

I opened my mouth to find her tongue, as they tangled for dominance. I laid her back into the pillows,hovering over her as we continued to pour emotions into the kiss.

I started trailing the kisses down her jaw, following the trail of her neck to her collarbone, leaving little bites and nips along the way, enjoying the low mewling sounds she made as I did.

"You are so beautiful" I whispered, pulling up for air.

"I am not sure what to do, I never... "she trailed off her thought.

"Shhh, it's ok, we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for, Pet." I tell her, more so to reassure, and to calm myself.

"But...won't they try to inspect the sheets for blood? They know I am a virgin." she whispered.

"It's ok, we will deal with that in the morning. Tonight, I want this to be about you. Nothing more than what you are willing to go forward with." I tell her, pulling her closer, so that she could put her head on my chest.

We talked quietly like that throughout the night, taking moments filled with kisses and soft murmurs.

As the last candle started to die down, the first rays of dawn started to creep into the cabin, as we finally drifted off to sleep.

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Your POV:

It felt like floating. Being weightless, nothing to tie you down. The only thing that felt new, was the warmth and weight that was up against your body.

Slowly it felt like your body was coming back into itself, the events of the previous day rushing back to your mind.

Your eyes flew open, looking around the cabin, before landing on a sleeping body beside you. You bolted up in the bed, forgetting that you weren't wearing bed clothes.

You gently nudged Bucky awake, almost in a panic at the time of day it was.

"Bucky! Bucky! Wake up!" you begged as you shook him more.

"Mmph?" came a sound from under the covers.

"Wake up please! It's about midday! Everyone is going to be awake! They are going to check the sheets, to see if you took my virginity!" you whispered frantically, the alarm in your voice raising with each passing second.

Bucky sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before looking over at you, but not before realizing that the covers had fallen from you, and he was suddenly very awake.

"I.. um.. Err!" he started, but then nodded down towards the sheets in front of you, as you look down, and quickly covered yourself up.

"Sorry!"you whispered, blushing and looking down at the covers.

"It's ok, and I mean technically you're my wife, so ... "his voice trailed off with a hint of amusement.

You giggle at that, the irony in it not lost on you, as you gently shove Bucky, while chuckling,

"But seriously? What are we going to do?" you ask again.

"Hmm, let me think."he says, as you both get up and proceed to get dressed, then looking at the bed that had clear indication that no marital rights had been performed last night.

"I will think of something." he says, and proceeds to pace around the room, thinking.

After what seemed like forever, we hear a slight knock on the door. We look at each other, with slight panic, as Bucky got up to go to the door.

When Bucky opened the door, you could see that it was Steve. He gave you a quick smile, before focusing back on Bucky.

After some time, he closed the door and looked back at me with the most devilish grin on his face.

"Seems an idea was brought to us." he says, holding up a tube of crimson red paint.

"Painting? Now? Really Bucky?" you exclaim in disbelief.

He saunters over and places a kiss on the top of your head before walking over to the bed. After a few moments, he steps back and has a proud look on his face.

"There!" he says, motioning to the bed.

You walk over to the bed, and see a decent size red blotch on the sheets.

It looked pretty close to blood, that if you didn't know better, you'd have sworn it was real.

You let out an exasperated breath that turned into a giggle, as you proceeded to hug Bucky.

"That's amazing!" you claim. "They're sure to believe it!" stepping up on tiptoes to give Bucky a quick kiss.

Stepping away, the two of you blush. Taking your hand in his, you both leave the cabin to face the new day ahead of you.

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Steve's POV:

After they had slipped into the cabin last night, I snuck away to Bucky's room, rummaging around for the one thing that I knew he'd probably need in the morning.

If I knew Bucky as well as I took pride in knowing, he wouldn't make her do anything she wasnt comfortable with. That included performing marital acts, if she wasn't ready.

I stayed camped out near the cabin during the night for a few reasons. To listen out for them when they woke up in the morning, but also to make sure that they weren't going to be disturbed by anyone, including his father.

When I finally heard them talking the next morning, I walked over to their cabin and lightly knocked on the door. When Bucky opened the door, I discreetly held out the tub of paint.

After looking at it in a confused fashion, it finally dawned on him as to why I had brought him this, at this particular time.

I looked over his shoulder to her, and offered a smile, before focusing back on Bucky.

"You're welcome!" I said, before turning around, heading to my cabin to try and catch a bit of sleep before we docked at the next town.

I couldn't believe it...my friend was married. Ok, not the traditional way. But really, was there anything traditional about Bucky to begin with?

I chuckled as sleep finally over took my tired mind.

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Revelations, Revelations | Update #2

Hey besties! I've got a funky little RR update

I've had a little bit of a love hate relationship with this book in the last two months but I am loving it right now! I think my struggles came from how I didn't really accept that this book is Hard to write. like it's complicated! and it's set in another country in another era like idk what to tell you! And accepting that was such a weight off my shoulders because I'm not putting the blame on myself. I also was really stuck in part one's problems and I had to be like <3 bestie <3 abandon it til post draft editing. So right now it's like:

Part one: I see it as a little stray cat in an alleyway that I kneel down in front of like pspspsp :) and then it hisses and bites me because it is actually a feral raccoon. Definitely not where I want it to be but like I can fix him

Part two: super fun!! A lot of deeper (and messier) elements are introduced here and I feel like the story's ~vibes~ have clicked. It's a lot of fun and it's getting complex. Whilst there's conflict going on in part one there's definitely this false sense of stability and then part two hits all of them like a baseball bat

My drafting has been much more chill and non linear too, just writing the scenes I want to and then connecting them together. I've been focused less on rich prose/descriptions and more on prose that explores character and it's been very refreshing! I love my flowery prose but I think it's easy to get caught up in. I'm also no longer going to do chapter by chapter updates, both for plot privacy but also because this story is very delicate both in content and the drafting process and I don't just want to expose the bare bones of that, you know? So I'm just gonna do some sectioned rambles and talk about a couple chapters under the cut!

also no longer doing multiple taglists because i can't keep up so! general taglist, ask to be added or removed! ; @kowlazovdi @avi-burton-writing @ryns-ramblings @kitblogsthings @ezrathings @aetherwrites @radiomacbeth @bijouxs @bookphobe @haldimilks @alicewestwater @bookpacking @shaelinwrites @onlyganymede @theelectricfactory @write-like-babs @oceancold @veiliza @sidhewrites @wolf-oak @oasis-of-you @coffeeandcalligraphy @cecilsstorycorner @howdywrites @keira-is-writing @flip-phones @svpphicwrites

Only major change to report is I switched to alternate POVs instead of multiple chapters at a time in one POV because I'm insane <3 I had a lot of fun braiding POVs in Life Cycle of Massive Stars and wanted to try it here and it works much better! Though at this point I am simply ignoring the existence of part 1 because it really was the guinea pig part LMAO i experimented so much with structure and form and now it's a mess but it's <3 a future problem <3 i'd rather have one messy part than a whole first draft that's behind on my growing ~vision~ of the story.

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Not a chapter, I had a lot of trouble with Dorothy in part 1 but I still love her so instead y'all are getting a mini character ramble! I felt really bad about her for the longest time because I've only been writing her since last summer whereas I've known Felix since like 2018 so there's naturally an imbalance, but I Do Not like that!! And she's really taken her time revealing herself, but I am ~fascinated by her.

I feel she's best summarised by this disillusionment for her life but mostly herself, because she's framed her whole identity by illusory perceptions of other people: a mother she doesn't remember, a girlfriend she breaks up with every six months but still shares a bed with, a twin brother she hasn't seen in person for four years and still sees as a teenager drenched in religious manipulation. It's a lot! She assumes that she feels dissatisfied with her life because she's without her twin, but then Felix returns to her life and shockingly this does not fix all of her problems??? She also doesn't know how to be alone, which definitely will not get better after Felix returns oop

The day her brother decides to leave, Dorothy is home alone.

Her San Francisco apartment is hollow like a hungry stomach. Three days ago, she drove Jolie to the airport then came home to cover the bathroom mirror with towels. On the first day she took an extra shift at the book store, drove through Sea Cliff at sunset, bumped into Mona on the stairwell and joined her and Margot for wine and slipped out when they began arguing over rent and office interns, started then discarded a portrait of a fictional girl and slept from two to five in the morning. On the second day she worked and spent an extra hour designing a window display on science fiction that she put together on the third day. Cut and painted a rocket ship on cardboard that she’ll have to scold kids for tugging, then get scolded herself by their mothers.

The day I finalise a design for their apartment it's over but I call this trick Trying To Get Around The Fact I Made Characters In Their Earlier Twenties Live In San Francisco (cw: drowning)

The apartment is nicer than her, but it’s been home for three years and they get $100 off rent each month because Jolie tends the garden and looks just like the landlady's daughter that drowned in the Pacific.

I don't think I've talked about Jolie much here which is funny because she is probably the most well-received amongst my friends! They love her so much and it's because she's a hot but slightly toxic lesbian smh, I'm like no seriously she does some fucked up things and they're like you promise?? Some funky facts:

Her real name is Jolene and she hates it except when the Dolly Parton song came on, that gives her a god complex

We are going to ignore how I accidentally named two characters after words for beautiful and pretty in French we are going to pretend it was intentional because when this gets published a uni student could get some good analysis out of that in their Intro to Literature class

She joined the cult with her mother at 13 and left as soon as she turned 18 LMAO. She was Dorothy's only connection to the "outside world" and the only reason she was able to leave

Her dream job is gardener/florist! We get it I watched Bly Manor last November. She's also a bartender

would probably have this on her car /j

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Dorothy and Jolie have always been on and off and building tension but Dorothy realises this can't keep going when Jolie gets into a barfight at work and Dorothy feels Insane because she's the only one concerned?? (cw: blood, mild violence)

“You’re lucky it’s not broken.” She angles Jolie’s face, hand under her chin. Even with red blotted around her nostrils and lips, mulberry lipstick smudged, she still smiles like her bruises are a trophy. It’s a surprise she doesn’t dwell on it: it’s just some blood, doll, nothing to worry about. She didn’t even strike that good. Her technique was all off. If she shows her face back here I’ll just teach her how to punch properly. The worst part is over and I’m a big girl. Do I look upset? Am I crying? When they drive home, she’ll ask to stop and see if she can get free cigarettes or beer by holding her nose and making herself cry. She’ll probably ask Dorothy to hit her so it starts bleeding again. But she’s quiet, leans against the basin and lets her dab damp towels on her face. It doesn’t take long to clean up. It was just some blood.

“Nursing,” Jolie says.

“What?” “You keep saying you want to go to school but don’t know what for – nursing. You’re too good at taking care of people.”

That ending is like Top Three dialogue lines that made me really Concerned for how this character arc is gonna go :) but don't worry about it y'all. I do think Jolie genuinely loves Dorothy but that does not mean! the relationship is healthy!

Basically I love her a lot now that I know her better and I am excited to see where she goes! I think the biggest part of her arc is motherhood/daughterhood and TBH as a recently realised trans dude it took me a Minute to feel entitled to write her story? But being a cis woman shaped my life for two decades and getting to navigate that and being a daughter from a perspective that's totally distanced from myself is very helpful. It's about the inherent admiration and pain that comes from being a mother's daughter! (cw: blood, diet culture/disordered eating)

She lies next to the table and presses her forehead to the glass corner and imagines what would shatter first: the glass or her skin. And she imagines being a girl again, with French braids and too much baby fat in her cheeks and being picked up by a mother before the blood stains her hands and then her dress. She’d tell the mother she just wanted to read her magazines, the dog-eared articles about divorce and top tips for menopause and the benefits of eating half a grapefruit before your calorie-counted meals. And the mother would just brush the bangs out her face, press a pack of thawed peas on the wound and let her choose between the band aid with hearts or the band aid with flowers. And maybe the mother would know she did it for attention because they both know a daughters cry slices oxygen like glass to skin, but she’d still detangle her curls in the evening and kiss her forehead goodnight and serve her breakfast in the morning with half a grapefruit – the other half on her own plate, untouched and left to rot.

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This is technically two chapters, one in each POV and they close part one! Title is v explanatory and they're meant to be framed like a countdown - my plan was for the scenes to get shorter as it gets closer to midnight and that didn't really work but? The twins def get messier as the countdown goes down and THAT is what we like to see. This is also the only end of a part where the twins are separated but don't worry about it hehe :)

Dorothy

This chapter is like the First Time Dorothy does something for herself and. Good for her!

She’ll publish poetry under a pen name and horror short stories under another. She’ll paint indigo mountains and magenta oceans and not care when the colours stain her clothes. She’ll teach Felix how to blend acrylics and he’ll teach her how to remember piano notes and they won’t argue about who abandoned who. When Mona and Margot break up, she’ll go down to comfort Mona or Margot and then kiss Margot or Mona. She’ll move out and tell neither of them. She’ll find a landlady with a dead daughter and get a discount on an ocean view apartment with wall-length windows. Isaias will move in next door and they’ll have weekly dinner parties with wine that costs more than $10. She’ll go vegan. She’ll be so in tune with herself she won’t need to read magazine horoscopes or pay $50 for a psychic reading that assumes she knows her grandparents. She’ll know when she’s happy sad angry and why. She’ll take portrait commissions so she can afford a therapist. She’ll love her life and ignore that there’s no space for Jolie because she wants there to be. She’ll need nobody except herself. She’ll try and make things with Jolie work. She’ll kiss a random girl at midnight to see if it’s any different. She’ll go home after the countdown.

I had the revelation (aha) of Isaias and Dorothy as besties and I am OBSESSED! I love Isaias but struggled with his role so I'm really happy about this. Like he practices calligraphy and writes poetry titled after his favourite plants is he not the ideal character!! Hoping this will make it easier to learn about him so we can get that fun content

Felix

Felix's is fun because he makes the best decision of his arc but also the stupidest fucking decision of his arc. He truly has the range NOBODY is doing it like him. Here's a part that mirrors the excerpt above because even when they're apart Felix and Dorothy are like hmm we Will Be Intrinsically Connected (cw: drug, vomit and sex mention sorry he's going through it!!)

Two hours before midnight and Felix is alone in the bathroom. The party he abandoned synths through the ceiling. He plays Love My Way on his Walkman. Highest volume. Eyes closed. Imagines 1987 and decides he’s going to be honest about everything and nothing. He’s going to tell strangers at bars that he studies Literature at Stanford. He’s going to date a girl and pretend he has parents to introduce her to, that he grew up on a farm in Ohio and was secretly raised atheist, lie about what lies his parents told him. He’s going to grow out his hair and and blend cyan on his eyelids and send polaroids to his father with no return address; burn his fingertips on a candle flame like Michael will burn the photos of his son. He’s going to adore himself. He’s going to quit smoking and start jogging. He’s going to fuck Pacific Heights husbands whilst their wives sleep in the master bedroom and maybe they’ll angrily call him when they’re served divorce papers and hang up when he laughs. He’s going to get promoted to Assistant Manager and not care that his job is dead-end. He’s not going to kiss anyone at midnight because he doesn’t want to. He’s going to flush the cocaine because he doesn’t want it. He’s going to stare at his reflection until it moves for him. He’s going to vomit in a minute. He’s going to pierce his right ear with a sewing needle.

Felix at the end of part one: I give no more fucks!!! I am going to do whatever I want!!! Life is too short!!!

Felix at the end of part two:

[image description: screenshot of a tweet by @/idksomedumbshit. the tweet reads, "i can't mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one boys" /end id]

I do think it's iconic that this time last year Felix was a repressed Christian boy and now his dream is to be a homewrecker THAT is growth. I also got to write Felix and Jolie which was fun because they do Not like each other <3 but they respect each other <3 but only sometimes <3 They have their first little bonding moment where Jolie pierces his ear in their bathroom but then Felix says something to piss her off so Jolie is like hmm okay time to chose Violence. This dialogue is funny because Felix does not really hate himself at this stage Jolie just knows she's gonna fuck him up by saying that !! My life would be so much easier if these twins had a normal relationship with the concept of being a twin but also this story would be very boring

The needle pierces his skin and he doesn’t feel it. Only the tequila swirling behind his eyes. The sting of the light-bulb. Jolie speaks again, “but she looks just like you, doesn’t she? Not the same of course, but enough to see each other in each other. That’s the worst part, right? To see the person you hate on the face of someone you love?”

[image id: a photo of the ocean with cliffs in the background, tinted orange by sunset. in the middle, in a white serif font reads "1/10/1987" /end id]

This chapter is so CUTE and also my first successful attempt at a different form that I can consistently keep in the narrative <3 I really like the idea of a fluid novel form that's adaptive to how the character's perception of the world would change which? Idk how much I can maintain that but this definitely follows it. I need to fine tune the execution but the concept is shots and transcript from a camcorder recording and playing with what the camera sees/doesn't see. The title is what the tape would be labelled, and on 1/10/1987 (american dates throw me off omfg) Beau takes Felix to a seaside town for his birthday and yes it's gay <3 but it's also just a lot of stupid dialogue which was very refreshing because I overthink dialogue so much I always think it has to have deeper meaning when sometimes its like....characters can sometimes...have Fun together. They are simply displaying Relationship Dynamics!

BEAU: Okay, give me a second…(the camera zooms on Felix) There we go! Right, okay, so it’s Saturday, January 10th, 1987, what’re doing out here today?

FELIX: What is this, an interview or something? You sound like a TV host on those morning shows.

BEAU: Oh my God no they’re so annoying, don’t compare me to those.

FELIX: No but I can imagine it perfectly. You’d just be all (holding a pretend microphone) Gooood Morrrning from sunny San Francisco! My name is Beau Teixeira and—

Beau: (laughing) Shut the fuck up!

I love this chapter a lot because you can definitely tell that their dynamic has Shifted but also! They are still just friends being friends and I really want them to just kiss already but also I love the natural progression of friends to lovers....falling in love and not realising it and then suddenly it all makes sense...

BEAU: You wanna try filming? It’s easier if you hold it on your shoulder. Like this. Put your hands where mine are.

[How their fingers whisper against each other. How Beau’s cologne smells of lime and tangerine. ]

Beau steps back into view, runs a hand through his curls. Leather jacket flutters in salted wind. Behind him the sunset flickers over waves like a candle flame. He smiles at the camera.

BEAU: I think you’re a natural! You’re definitely gonna be first choice for cameraman on my shitty morning show.

[How Felix smiles at him.]

(cw: next paragraph talks about the AIDS crisis)

Whilst this is a Fun And Cute Chapter there is more depth to it since the last time we see Beau and Felix before it is the first time they open up about the AIDS Crisis and their fears surrounding it. I have a lot of complicated thoughts about writing this part of history that I could write about all day but it boils down to the fact that "so many queer stories are centred around queer trauma and tragedy and queer people deserve to read stories centred around love and happiness" and "with a queer novel set in 1980s SF it'd be just as bad to completely ignore what happened" are two things that can coexist. I definitely think stories centred around the crisis are necessary (recently read The Prettiest Star by Carter Sickels and highly recommend! Also has a similar camcorder function and an emphasis on preserving. Also made me cry) but shouldn't be the default, especially in a story that if published would have a queer readership, so whilst it's something I want to explore I want to do it in a way that ultimately celebrates queer happiness, love and life. Definitely way more that could be said about this and the function of queer trauma in queer narratives but! Both Beau and Felix feel a need to not only capture as much as possible, but to capture it specifically with the intent to look back in the future, as well as a general We Are Going To Try And Find Happiness Wherever We Can. Also feel like a lot of Beau's character clicked whilst writing it which was very fun!

[How Beau wouldn’t say where they were going but cracked before they left San Francisco because he had too many stories to tell: five year old burning his tongue on café tea, six year old falling into waves and being unbothered, seven year old plucking chrysanthemum petals from stranger’s gardens. How Beau has an orange car freshener and missing headrest on the passengers seat. How Beau drove a longer route because it was closer to the coastline. How Beau played Pet Shop Boys’ Please and knew the words to every song. How Felix realized that he did too.]

[image description: a man and a woman sit next to each other on a bench. the photo is taken from behind them. in the background, you can vaguely see water, hills and the golden gate bridge. across the image, in a white serif font reads "everything the same about dorothy and felix" /end id]

Little title explanation: part 1 has two chapters, "Everything Different about Felix" and "Everything Different about Dorothy" which introduce their relationship + impression of each other after not seeing each other in person for four years (and also how they have images of each other in their heads that are false but they're attached to and it's really not helping the whole complicated twin relationship thing but don't worry about it) and I'd like to expand on that in part two so! An attempt was made. This takes place the day after the above chapter on the twins' actual birthday, the first one they're celebrating together since they were 18 and the first one in the "outside world" so it's a moment!

I'm not happy with how this chapter came out but I think it's just because it's an important one to me! Partly because it helps cement the idea that in spite of their complex relationship, Felix and Dorothy never stop being twins and they never stop loving each other even on the days they dislike each other. But mainly because: these are two adults who lost their childhood to trauma and they finally have the freedom to live their life and! Sometimes that means living for the inner child that never got to be a child. As a certified Adult With Childhood Trauma having a chapter like this was v important because trauma never leaves you but that doesn't mean you can't be happy!! Also it's just. cute. They run around San Francisco, bake a really shitty birthday cake, talk about whether or not San Francisco is real, I want what they have. There is underlying conflict because hoo boy there is Shit simmering rn! But it was nice to have this and the previous chapter as just like. Two little golden moments you know. Calm before the storm if you will

Midnight. Dorothy lies on a mattress on the floor in an apartment in San Francisco. Her brother’s head in her lap. “You know what’s crazy to me? Nobody ever asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. That just wasn’t something we were allowed to think about. I know it’s depressing, I just think about that a lot.”

Felix keeps his eyes on the ceiling. The clock ticks. “Well, what do you wanna be when you grow up?”

“Astronaut, of course.”

“I was gonna say astronaut.”

“You definitely weren't,” she says. “Besides, I already claimed it.”

He looks at her. “I was thinking it. Before you said it, I claimed it in my mind.”

“That’s not how it works. I can’t read your mind.”

Felix sits up. “Wait, you can’t? Gee Dotty, some twin you are.” He grins. So does she.

Usually I am like. I don't think they would care too much about the twin thing. But I also think they would definitely joke about it, like if someone asked a stupid question Felix would be like "well of course we can read each others minds, dont you know how twins work?? like right now my twin sister who is my twin is thinking about giving me, her twin brother, $200" But lets end this on an excerpt where Dorothy doesn't give him $200 but she does think Oh How Did I Spend Four Years Without My Brother

(cw: death mention + missing persons mention, plane crash + boating accident mention)

Dorothy is used to his presence, has been for a year: coffee stains on the table, cupboards left open in the kitchen, clustered ashtray in the living room, hair gel and Jazz aftershave behind the bathroom mirror, Queen or Bowie or Alphaville sifting from his room. His voice. How he always knocks on her door to say goodnight. How he weaved himself into the ecosystem like air but tonight she watches her brother do nothing but breathe and she remembers waking up every January 11th in 1983, 84, 85, 86, and chucking a towel over the bathroom mirror. How she told strangers at bars that she’s an only child; or that she had a younger brother, but he died in a plane crash or a boating accident or went on a hiking trip and never came back, was likely immortalised as a John Doe in Oregon or Nevada records. How she went four years without coffee stains and open cupboards and goodnight knocks and Queen or Bowie or Alphaville renditions when he forgets that she exists in this space too. How hollow those four years were.

And that's all I have to share! I'm not sure when the next update will be, but I much prefer this format of talking about the story! If you read this far I love u <3