#i don't mean to sound like a nun. not actually shocked by this

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these were the innocent tags of somebody (me) who had just listened to sugar for the first time hence had not seen any live performances. i did not know. i had no clue as to what happens on that stage during this song i promise i just really liked the tune i did not realise

[astr0-philia]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛: 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥….

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[Y/N] POV:

"How many times do I have to say it? I'm Grim, spell-caster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!" Declares with fury as he glares at the male in anger.

'  Ah- there he goes again with his "I'm tHe gReAtEsT mAgIcIaN iN tHe wOrLd" sentence.'

Why was it that he was so hooked on getting into this school? In my opinion this school and the people in it look like they were going to open a portal for a devil.

Like why the hell are all of them wearing the same type of cloths with the same type of designs, with their caps on, they look like nuns in a church but with more fashion sense. It makes them look like they are going to start a ritual or something.

"Aren't you a spunky little fellow? Riddle, would you be so kind...?" The silver headed man inquired the red headed man in expectation. waiting for his answer.

'So the guy's name is Riddle....'

The silver haired man was also a bit suspicious. It was obvious the guy wanted to do it for other reasons but I kept quiet. A Princess must never voice out her opinions of course....

"Furry miscreant. I will abide by no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand." The red headed boy spoke with authority. His eyes narrowed on the cat like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

Why does the red guy want everyone to listen to rules 24/7? (Like my mom tbh)

but like-

Excuse me? I met this guy for less than 30 minutes and all I heard from him is

'Queen of hearts rule 34 blah blah blah'

Like man.....no one cares about the Queen of hearts rule! No one gives a shit dude.

Back to the situation.

So basically grim started running feral around the room and the 2 boys ran after him firing spells.....

'What type of entrance ceremony drama is this 💀 .' Like seriously. This whole thing was a mess.

'I mean it beats all the long lectures and shit I had to go through in the palace but isn't this too much?'

It was like a never-ending loop. The cat would fire, his great balls of fire. The boys would deflect them and then fire their own spells. Then Grim would dodge them and then run. I felt like I was staring at absolute nonsense .

Couldn't the two boys just use their magic properly and  ACTUALLY  do some damage at least?

They looked like they were getting beaten up by the cat rather than beating up the cat.

'Props for Grim for that achievement'

It felt as if we were standing there for an eternity I finally heard the guy, Riddle say something to finally capture the cat in some type of way.

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD" A collar had magically appeared on Grim's neck. It was embroidered with a beautiful gold design and shaped like a heart. Each half of the hearts was individually colored in red and black. 

"MYAH!!?? What are you doing?!!" screamed Grim in disbelief. He tried scratching the collar in panic but it would not budge. He looked like he was going through the five stages of grief because of the collar.. ...

Anyways-

"The Queen of Heart's Rule 23: "One must never bring a cat to a formal affair." Your very presence here is a violation of order. You will vacate these premises immediately." The red haired man exclaimed in annoyance. He looked very mad. When I say mad I mean MAD MAD.

"But I ain't a cat either! Don't try to collar me! I'll burn it right off!"

Me and the other students watched in fear as Grim tilted his head back to gain energy for what looked like one of the biggest fireballs he had made in the ceremony. We waited, waited and waited.....

Nothing happened

"Huh...? Wh-what gives? My fire ain't workin'!" in slight fear and astonishment at the revelation.

'His fire wasn't working????'

I couldn't help but stand in shock. Did I just get scared for nothing at all?

"Until I deem you worthy of removing that collar, you won't be using any of your magic. As of now you are nothing but a pet cat!" bellowed the red head. He sounded as if he was about to burst a nerve .

Then suddenly I felt a tap on my back.

Without looking back my hand had curled up into a fist and was flying to whoever unfortunate face was in the way. Just as I opened my eyes for a split second I saw who it was.

It was Yuu....

"Hey [N/N]-"

My fist collided with the nose of his face with great impact.

BAM 💥

- and he flew back just a few feet away.

"uh oh...." a whisper left from my mouth in pure terror.

I stood in silence as I processed what I had just done. I was horrified, this was utterly a mess!

I rushed up to him as fast as my feet could take me and checked his face.

"ARE YOU OKAY YUU????? I AM SO SORRY!!!" In a panic I screamed.

"I-Yeah I'm fine....." as he grimaced in pain.

'He sure doesn't look okay though...'

As I helped him stand up the silver haired boy started to talk.

"Ha-HA! Good show as always, Riddle. You're signature spell locks down any magic. It's quite handy." Says in awe and surprise. He looked joyful for some reason too. It was suspicious and did not sound right at all. He sounded like he was up to something...but he seems nice, so I think hell turn out just fine-

"I've just gotta have it—ah, I mean, I've just gotta have respect for it."

- And there it was. I knew something was wrong with that guy!

Suddenly the bird guy dashed to us in a flurry of fury and disappointment. He looked as he was going crazy with all the shit that happened today.

"Yuu and [Y/N]! Was I not clear that you are expected to take responsibility for your familiar? Now discipline your pet at once!"

"I've never seen that creature before in my life! I even told you repeatedly that it isn't mine!" Yuu bit back in annoyance. Sounds like he was holding it in for quite some time ahead. "Did you not hear it the first time I said it?!"

"Oh...Is that so?"

'Is this guy fr?'

"*Ahem* Then I shall have it expelled from campus. I shall even spare it from being served as dinner." In a nervous voice contrasting with his confident stature and poise. He looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown.

'Also cooking a CAT for dinner.....what absurdity is this....'  This guy is cray I tell you!

"My, but I AM kind. ...Someone take this away, please." So Grim is now a 'this'. Heh.

"Nooooo! Let me gooooo!" He desperately screamed in fear and disbelief. "You fools better remember my name!" I don't think I'll be able to hold on that promise Grim...I have a hard time remembering names.......

"Cause I'm gonna go down in the annals of magic history! Just you wait!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice shook the hall as he was guided out the room by the guards.

"Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that orientation has concluded." birdman declared in a hurry. "Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms."

"Finally....couldn't the guy say that like before all these shenanigans happened...." Yuu said while rolling his eyes and turning his head to me.

"I feel the same way Yuu... I fell the same way...." I said exhausted.

"...Hm? Come to think of it, I don't see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere."

'What'

Did someone not get invited to the party?

....... Can't this orientation be normal for  ONE  second?!

"And that surprises you? Dude's a total recluse." the lion guy replied, sounding so done with all of this. He looked as if, that if this wasn't an important ceremony of sorts he would have dropped down to the floor and start sleeping.

"Wait a sec... Did anyone even invite him?" Said the cute white haired boy I helped in the fire in concern. He sounded quite concerned they didn't invite the Draconia guy.

"If you're that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself." Said the beautiful man with purple under-toned hair.

'Wasn't this guy my housewarden?'

"Maybe, but I don't know him too well either..." said the white haired guy with a visible frown.

"Draconia... Like, Malleus Draconia? THAT Draconia?" said one student in fear and awe.

"So it's true? He really does go to school here?" one of them asks his friend.

"You think I know? I just figured it now to dumbass...." the friend replied back.

"Yikes...."

"Ah. Just as I'd expected." a different voice emerged from the group. He had the face of a new born baby yet had a voice gruff like a man. "I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance." The man with the deep voice, voiced out his feelings in plain disappointment.

"But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony." Now I feel bad for the Draconia guy....does he never get invited to parties or something?

"I mean, you must admit, he's not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with." Well red head props to you! Its bad enough this whole ceremony was a flop but this wasn't right! Seriously though it's not nice to not invite an  IMPORTANT  figure to an  IMPORTANT  ceremony.

"No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn't sulk about this." The man with the deep voice sweatdropping at the behavior of the students. He was ready to turn back and leave. Before he could-

"Hey, I want you to give this to the Draconia dude...." I said with hesitance.

The deep voiced boy turned around as if he heard the best news ever. "Really! What is it dear?" Joy shining in his eyes as clear as day.

I quickly unclipped the necklace of my neck and handed it to him. "Hey dude this is a very important piece of jewelry to me...please tell the malleus guy to keep it safe....."

He quickly took the necklace from my hand in a gentle manner and smiled at me and he questioned "What is your name my fair lady, my name is Lilia Vanrouge."

"[Y/N] [L/N] is my name kind sir." I said as I curtsied to him.

"Well then thank you [Y/N]! I will now take my leave, I will surely and most definitely give your necklace to Malleus!" In utter joy as he left the room.

'Damn it...I forgot that necklace was from my sister....  😭  '

Yuu just stood there in the zoned out and looked brain dead for a moment.

'I don't think the all information has sunk into his head yet....'

As he slowly took in all the information, you could see his face slowly contort from nothing to utter terror.

"I can't believe I'm in a school full of  magical people  and a  princess  ?! What the hell is going on with my life!!??" He mumbled in anger and confusion.

I patted his shoulder to wake him up from his trance. He turned to me in a hurry, looking quite scared but it worked. He looked surprised and looked at me as if he saw a ghost.

"You good bro? I know that getting transported to a whack ass college is something you didn't want....but hey! at least we are in it together?" I told him in the flurry of the moment.

Let me tell you.....I have never in the past 40 minutes of meeting him ever seen him get so flustered his whole face would turn red.

Just as I was about to say something to him again. The bird man approached us again.

"Well, [MC]. This is a most unfortunate turn of events. I'm afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven Collage after all. Surely you realize that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy ."

'Damn the pain is real for Yuu'

"But worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you safely home. Now, step into the gate, and visualize the place where you came from." At least he gets to go back to his home. I have to stay here cause I am probably a convict in my world now and also I think I got sorted into Pomfire or Pomefiore or some house in this college.

Also can't bro give us some space without interrupting our conversation out of nowhere? I was trying to have quality time with my dude Yuu before birdman came to interrupt us.

As Yuu walked up the stairs to the mirror. He looked like he was going to drop dead with all the attention he was getting from everyone at the ceremony. Not gonna lie I would be like that too.

'Mental anxiety is frfr 100% all day'

"Phew..." Yuu let out an exhale in annoyance and fatigue. I guess all that drama took the energy out of him. I can say the same thing for me too.

"O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!" exclaimed birdman in a confident voice to the mirror.

"..."

'Why is the mirror unexpectedly quiet now?'

*Ahem*

"L-let us, er...try this again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul—" sweatdropped at the revelation of the mirror not talking. Was this really the mirror's answer-

"There is no such place."

"What...?" Yuu and the bird man said in synchronization questioning the answer of the dark mirror.

'Wtf is with today and all these shenanigans'

"This has never happened throughout my long tenure. I must confess that I am at something of a loss." At a loss for words he asked Yuu in a hurry and panic.

"Tell me from what land do you hail from?"

"Sure. I'm from Tokyo, Japan"

'Well that was unusual.....I've never heard of a Japan of any sorts.....'

"I'm afraid I am not familiar with such a place. I am intimately acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet..." Mumbled bird-man out loud, as if trying to make sense of the situation.

"This mysterious homeland of yours eludes me. Let us go to the library and look it up, shall we?"

"Yes, sir...." answers Yuu hesitantly.

Turning to me the bird-man said "As for you young lady. You must go to your dorm, as you have been sorted by the dark mirror there."

"Ok bird-man" I said in recognition. "I would like to ask how would I get there? My dorm members have already left?" Looking at the empty hall in front of us.

"I will ask the esteemed Vice-Housewarden of Pomefiore to lead you to the dorm."

"Well, that sounds interesting...."

"His name is Rook Hunt. He will be here in a minute or so. So just wait here until he comes."

The bird-man turned his back and started to move towards the exit of the ceremony hall.

I turned to Yuu. "Hey Yuu...it was nice meeting you today! I hope that you will be able to get home soon!"

Yuu looked at me in silence and then answered "Thank you for the enjoyable experience today [N/N], I really liked your company, once again thank you."

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He turned around and left the following bird-man out of the ceremony hall. As the doors of the exit closed I was alone once again. It was lonely.

It was comforting yet lonely in a nostalgic way. I never felt so close to home in this silence. As I reminisced in the silence I hadn't noticed a person entering the room.

The person tapped my back. I stopped the urge to turn around and punch the guy like I did to Yuu. I looked back and saw blonde hair.

He was a taller-than-average young man with fair skin. His mid-length hair was cut in a bob style, with straight-cut bangs. Complementing his completion His eyes are green. He also has a wide-brimmed hat with a large feather on top. Altogether he just looked so pretty.

"Hello there mademoiselle. I have come to pick you up to take you to Pomefiore!" The guy said in glee. "Also my name is Rook Hunt. What may be your name mademoiselle?"

"Ah yes Rook- my name is [Y/N] [L/N] princess of the Andromeda. Pleasure to meet you!"

"Ah mademoiselle is a princess! I shall call you dame princesse!" A very unusual nickname but it was a good one nonetheless. "Now shall we go to the Dorm dame princess?"

I nod my head and we start to walk out of the ceremony hall to a new room. It had strange looking mirrors everywhere. We went into the one with a peacock and poisoned apple on it. It had a label at the top which was symbolized with the name of the dorm, it had a type of regal air to it. I felt as if I was entering my castle where I lived. It was nostalgic.

As we entered the Mirror Rook had started to talk again.

"Well then mademoiselle....this is where us people sorted into Pomefiore live!" In enthusiasm and ecstacy. "I can not wait for you to meet Roi du Poison, he is the housewarden and he is absolutely magnifique!"

As Rook rambled on about the housewarden and the dorm. I couldn't help but look at the dorm in awe. It looked like the palaces back in Andromeda but even more fashionable and regal! It looked fit to house a queen or a king. It looked amazing.

As we reached the entrance of the dorm, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding......

'I have come all this way...I can do this...'

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Was this really worth it? 

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Authors Note: 

I am so sorry for the delay of everything! I had my semesters going on and it let me tell you it's nerve-wrecking!

As of now the my semesters are still going on but I was somehow able to update today and I hope you liked it! It took me a whole week to write this chapter.....so it might be a bit inconsistent. 

So to the bad news.....I don't think I will be update book until the end of my exams which will after the 15th of March! I am so sorry and I apologize deeply for my very late updates. I hope you understand!!

Have fun reading!

[dasboligrafo]

Dead Man Walking at the Metropolitan Opera

I took a picture of the stage right at the beginning (this is actually from the second act though) because I thought I'd want to comment later that the van Hove Box of Doom has become a fixture of dark theatre...it turns out van Hove directed it! I honestly had no idea.

(This post has spoilers.)

IMO the opera was good but not great. I'm glad I saw it, but I think the opera missed on some of the emotional resonance of the film, which I saw at least 20 years ago and remember very vividly. I have some theories why that might be:

An anti-death penalty sentiment is no longer as provocative for an American audience as it was when the film came out nearly 20 years ago.

Opera might not be the right format for this type of story (however, I think van Hove's staging helped a lot with that, especially the actor closeups). Counterpoint: this is the most staged contemporary opera of the last 20 years, so clearly it's doing something.

Most important reason: I think the opera pulled punches. It needed to make the killer WAY worse. AND -- it needed to make the humanity of the connection between the nun and the convict more human -- perhaps, dare I say it...more carnal? It's all there in subtext, but maybe it needed to be more explicit.

Maybe they needed to hire a Sean Penn-level asshole to play the convict?

Maybe we needed to see and feel the crime more vividly? This maybe means that showing a faint movie flashback of it is not the most effective way to connect you to the reality of the crime, but then the libretto should be able to bridge that without subjecting the audience to extreme on-stage violence, which is a very difficult place to go right away on stage (if at all). So I'm saying I don't think it's wrong not to show the crime more vividly in the production, but then we needed to get the dialogue to take use there more vividly. There is a speech by the murdered girl's father where he describes the crime which is probably the sharpest, most painful part of the opera, and the thing that slices through to you is the detail. It's a moment of shocking, incontestable truth that pierces the scene. It's an immediate rebuke to anyone who might be allowing themselves to sink into a sentimental apologia for a murdered on the foundation of a mother's love. I think to tell this story effectively you need to go there -- to a place like that, as piercing -- at least one more time, and I didn't feel it went there.

That made me wonder if this opera has perhaps too much low-relevance music. You can't really add more running time, it's already too long, but maybe some of the stage time was given over to musical interludes that didn't take you to the right place...the magic of opera is to translate those enormous emotional beats of the story into transcendent music that evokes without words; yet here maybe I was missing some of the story, or maybe just the words.

My companion (accidentally?) made a really interesting connection to another opera that ends in an execution -- Tosca. I think about the "un passo sfiorava l'arena" allll the time. It's such a striking, sensual evocation of complex sensory experience, a sound that also evokes a tactile feeling, a feeling like soft and lush anticipation, immediately emphasized in "entrava ella fragrante" (movement and scent). This stanza is a passage that so richly evokes the fleeting fullness of existence, the tragedy of its being fleeting...so that when you hear "and I've never loved life more," a few lines later, it is so fucking devastating.

Tosca has so much plot in it that I don't recall at all, but the heart of the opera is the love story, and that story is so, so simple. Do we need to hear for 20 minutes how hot the drive to Angola is? Is there really all that much value in hearing that the nun is needed at her day job (where's the tension in that?)

The real points of tension in the story were all there in the plot: Did he actually do it? Does he tell the truth to his mother or let her keep believing he didn't do it? The sexual tension (sorry). The way the apparatus of state exploits its constituents parts (like the warden and the medical staff who inject the convict). The staginess of the act. The staginess of justice qua state apparatus. The nun's split allegiances. The way evil connects us more intimately, sometimes, than love....

Maybe that is too many points of tension (for an opera)? My companion, who had not seen the movie or read the book, felt there was no real moral tension in the story because he (and I quote) "already didn't believe in the death penalty and didn't need religion to tell him that." (This is why it's good to go to this stuff with art naifs, because their reactions can be so revealing.) To me that says the opera didn't do enough to create moral uncertainty in the work -- there was no tension of ambiguity and perhaps too little to interpret. The work should invite you in and let you decide -- if the most evil actors deserve redemption, if the state can ever deliver redeeming justice, if the spiritual dimension can resolve the tension of loving life while embracing its senselessness and brutality.

The music, singing and actors were all excellent. I cried 3.5 times, and 3.5/5 stars seems like the right rating, but I'll round up to 4 for the music and performances. I absolutely think this is worth seeing, and I only checked my watch a couple times in over 3 hours. I feel almost guilty criticizing the libretto, when I think it does amazingly well to distill a complicated story into not too many words. The van Hove-ness of it all, overall, works with this story; his detail with the process of execution and his facilitating our ability to see it close was very effective (I found the close-up of the buckling of the strap around the convict's chest particularly upsetting). My companion wondered if we were at the opening night of the opera since the actor didn't have visible track marks from being injected with a needle (testament to how real and close up this was, but also sorta cute).

Final thoughts: Parterre level, Box 6 seat 1 might be a new favorite at the Met; I appreciated being close enough to see and hear the singers very well, we had the box to ourselves (I think most people willing to pay a higher premium for tickets wouldn't appreciate having a small part of the stage not visible), and the best thing about the box is you can come and go as you please and you get your own little coat room in there (they will seat you if you're late...) I've sat in the parterre boxes before but not for a serious opera and this time was great.

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Coda:

These are all the other van Hove plays I've seen:

A View from the Bridge: the best

The Crucible: with a fabulous Saoirse Ronan; really good

A Little Life: eh...I mean, it was good. I think.

Kings of War: Shakespeare omnibus -- great!!!

Network: with a very good Brian Cranston; but I didn't like the play

The Fountainhead: sort of a mystery; surprisingly good

Diary of One Who Disappeared: Janacek song cycle with really interesting staging; but the play was...ugh, no, bad....Racist?

[writingismysolace-fanfiction]

Arranged. Chapter One.

Setting: In a convent garden, your digging up rocks to help the soil. You're a year or so away from having to make a decision to leave the convent when you become of age or stay and become a nun.

Eleanor: Garden duty...again. Do they actually think I like doing this?

You:  Well would you rather be cleaning all the chamber pots instead?

Eleanor: Ugh. I can't wait to get out of here. I'm going to find me a rich man, marry him and never get my hands dirty again.

You laugh and then look up towards the balcony to see sister Agnes standing there looking down at you. Eleanor follows suit before you both turn back and continue what you're doing.

Eleanor: I hate that women....she has it in for you, you know?

You: Eleanor?

Eleanor: She does, several of the nuns do.

You: That's ridiculous.

Eleanor: I'm serious. You've never noticed how some of the sisters seem to always be in the same place you are, always looking in your direction.

You: I'm sure they do it to everybody, we've just never noticed because we're so involved in our own matters. They're only trying to keep us out of trouble Eleanor.

Eleanor: They're only trying to keep You out of trouble. They don't follow anyone else.

You briefly think about it.

You: Oh this is nonsense.

You turn away from her and continue your task. Although part of you wonders if Eleanor is telling the truth.

Eleanor: You should come with us, you know.

You: You know I can't do that.

Eleanor: Sure you can.

You: And what could I possibly do when I leave.

Eleanor: Well you could get a Job....you could be a seamstress.

You: I hate sewing.

Eleanor: What about being a tutor? You've always been successful in your studies.

You: And get paid less than half what a man would make, no thank you.

Eleanor: You should do something besides stay here and watch your life go by.

You: I'm not like you and the other girls Eleanor, I have no money, no family, no where to go. I have to stay here.

Eleanor: All I'm saying is there's more to life....if you want there to be.

You: Thank You.

Setting: Later that evening. It's your turn to help cook the night time meal. After making everyone a plate and serving yourself you sit down.

Eleanor: It smells wonderful.

You: Thank You.

As you get ready to pray and eat with everyone else, you notice one of the nuns staring you down.

Eleanor: Ignore the old bat.

Her face quickly becomes as white as a ghost, foam starts to appear from the side of her mouth, she starts coughing while her nose and ears start bleeding. You watch unable to look away from what is happening in front of you. And then....She falls face forward into her plate, dead. Screams and shock erupt from the dining room. You suddenly feel someone pulling on your arm, Sister Agnes.

Sister Agnes: Come, quickly.

You: Where are you taking me?

Sister Agnes: Hush child.

Sister Agnes stops pulling you for a second, listening carefully to sounds coming from outside. Horses quickly galloping towards the convent, their riders out for blood. 

Sister Agnes: Forgive me child for I've allowed your whole life to be a lie.

You: What do you mean?

Sister Agnes: You're name isn't Y/F/N Y/L/N, it's Y/N Tudor. I'm sorry child the other sisters and I were only doing what we were told to by your father.

You: My father?

Sister Agnes: King Henry VIII.

Silent pause*

Sister Agnes: You are the youngest daughter of King Henry VIII and his wife Catherine Parr. We've been able to protect you from being found and possibly killed, but now we can no longer protect you. You must leave child.

She opens the door leading to the garden, there's a gate on the other side.

Sister Agnes: Run and never look back.

You stall for a moment.

Sister Agnes: Run child, never look back.

You do as your told and start running, you don't know where you're going, but it doesn't matter, surviving is what's important. As your running you hear screams, the smell of fire burning, horses, and the voices of men yelling. You almost stop and turn back, until you remember Sister Agnes telling you not to. When you can no longer run, you find a tree to hide behind. Suddenly you hear horses and men coming up the road, a few of them stop in front of you.

Guard: Are you alright? What's your name?

Your too shocked to answer.

You: I...I

Guard: Are you hurt?

You: No

Guard: I'll ask you again, what's your name?

You almost tell him your old name but you stop yourself.

You: Tudor. Y/N Tudor.

The guard looks to one of the other men. The man nods his head. Before you can say anything two men grab your arms, you fight back, but they're too strong. They put you on a horse and you ride off into the night.

[mikroparadise]

Look At You And Your Beautiful, Stupid Face | KTH (M)

↠ Synopsis: When it was finally time to make plans for spring break, your bird-brained brother decided to force you to bunk up with his stupid, beautiful best friend, with his beautiful, stupid face, stupid sultry voice and deep stupid eyes. God, you hated to love him.

↠ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

↠ Word Count: 1.6k+

↠ Genre/Rating: +18; smut and some light fluff maybe?

↠ Warnings/Tags: e2l; shared bed; some pining; kim taehyung being deadly beautiful as usual; sexy touching n’ stuff, it’s all pretty soft; reader is a little bit tsundere I guess lol

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↠ A/N: I got drunk the other night and wanted to see if I could actually manage to write a drabble, I think it worked lol this is unedited, and I wrote most of it totally drunk and then the rest totally sober, so I hope it doesn’t suck, and thank god for spell check or else you’d be able to tell how drunk I was lmao.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the floor?”

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes, I’m sure. Would you like sleeping on the floor?”

“I guess you have you have a point,” you sighed, “but I also would not like to sleep in the same bed as you,” you quipped.

“Well you can blame your air-head brother for not booking enough rooms,” Taehyung huffed as he pulled back the covers and plopped into bed.

You cursed your brother Jungkook in your head. If he had just let you make the arrangements for your spring break vacation then you wouldn’t be forced to share a bed with his stupidly gorgeous asshole of a best friend, with his stupid long silver hair and his stupid light blue contacts that he always wore. God, you hated him. Well, more like you hated how attracted you were to him. It almost made you think that Jungkook did it on purpose.

“Why can’t you be a gentleman and let the lady have the room to herself?’ you said as you slipped into the bathroom to change into hopefully the most unappealing clothes possible. Thank God you managed to pack a spare pair of baggy pajamas so that you could attempt to wrap yourself up like a nun. The last thing you wanted to do was wear your normal pj’s and arouse him somehow, the thought itself was too embarrassing. You’d openly hated him so long that you hoped he’d never find out that you thought he was chiseled to perfection by the Gods themselves.

“Self-preservation, my dear,” he drawled from the bedroom, “I’d rather wake up with you spooning me than your brother.”

You blushed at his comment. Did he mean that because he really wants to cuddle with you, or because he really doesn’t want to cuddle with your brother?

“Got nothin’ to say to that, sweetheart?”

You suddenly became flustered and didn’t know how to respond, so you stuttered out “I- uh, I-I’m not gonna dignify that with a response!” You finished your attempt at ugly-fying yourself before exiting the bathroom to find Taehyung shirtless and propped up against the headboard so that you could see his stupid chest in all it’s glory. “You know you’re a cocky prick, right?” you said as you made your way to the other side of the mattress.

“What, now I’m not allowed to be comfortable either?” he smirked, “I bet you’d be more comfortable without any clothes on too.”

Now that one couldn’t have been your imagination. Was he really flirting with you right now of all times? “Is that supposed to mean something, Kim Taehyung?”

Taehyung held his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, sorry.”

“Alright, well, no funny business,” you said as you joined him under the covers before reaching up to shut the light off.

Darkness fell over the both of you and you adjusted yourself so that you were laying as far away  from Taehyung as possible without falling off the bed. You felt so torn; you wanted so desperately to press yourself up against his strong, firm chest and drift off to sleep, but also wanted to save yourself the embarrassment of having to eat your pride and admit you didn’t actually hate him.

You were laying there on the edge of the bed, filtering through your conflicting thoughts, when the bed shifted behind you, and suddenly Taehyung’s breath tickled the back of your neck.

“Y/N,” Taehyung breathed out in his deep, sultry voice, “You’re going to fall off the bed if you stay all the way over there.”

When you turned your head, Taehyung was staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, his face mere inches from yours, and you were sure that you wouldn't be able to breathe even if you were on a damn ventilator. "Yeah, well," you trailed off, at a loss for words as your mouth opened and closed uncontrollably.

"Here." Taehyung snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you toward the middle of the bed, all the while keeping eye contact with you to ensure that you die or something.

"I hate you, you know," you said, though your voice didn't seem to want to command the authority you intended to.

"Yeah, you sure look like you do," he said with a smirk.

"Fuck you."

"Only if you ask, sweetheart."

You huffed and turned away from his stupid, beautiful face, scooching just out of reach and cursing yourself for allowing him to have this effect on you.

Everything was quiet and still for a minute, when once again Taehyung’s breath was on your neck.

"Y/N, why do you hate me?"

You decided it was best not to turn around this time, in the hopes that it would help you keep up your ruse. It didn't. "I-I don't…well why do you care?"

"Because even after all these years I don't think you actually hate me," he whispered. "Tell me if I'm wrong." Taehyung pressed his body flush against your back.

You began stuttering incoherently when he cut you off. 

"Y/N, am I wrong?"

You stared forward at the wall as your heart began beating in record time. This was the moment of truth, the moment that you'd either let out your big secret or keep up the act and lose your chance forever. After a few long moments, you shook your head.

Taehyung ghosted his hand over your shoulder before pulling your baggy t-shirt out of the way and leaving soft open-mouthed kisses across your bare skin. You leaned into his touch as he made his way up to the nape of your neck and snaked both of his arms around your waist to pull you even closer to him.

This was it, what you’d always wanted deep down but never admitted to. You mewled and moaned as his hands and mouth explored your body for the first time.

“Shhh, don’t be too loud sweetheart. Don’t want to wake anyone up,” he whispered. Taehyung let one of his hands wander up to cup one of your breasts as the other crept below the hem of your sweatpants to your slick folds. He began rubbing soft circles over your clit and you threw your head back against his shoulder and tried to keep quite as best you could.

You turned your head to face him and you were met with those deep, beautiful eyes, half-lidded and burning with passion. You could drown in those eyes if he’d let you, if he told you to.

Taehyung dipped down and captured your lips in a tender kiss, gently swiping his tongue across your bottom lip to gain entry into your mouth. Your lips parted and you both sighed into the kiss as your tongues danced around each other. His hand continued to massage your breast, rolling you nipple between his fingers occasionally, and the other hand was quickly bringing you to climax as he rubbed circles over your sensitive clit.

It was getting harder to keep quiet as you felt the coil in your belly getting ready to spring free. Taehyung’s erection was straining against you and you began to grind up against him.

“Fuck,” he whined as he broke the kiss. Taehyung resumed licking and biting at the back of your neck as your orgasm came closer and closer to overtaking you.

“Tae,” you sighed out his name. You attempted to tell him you were close, but the words just didn’t want to come out.

“Fuck Y/N I wish I could hear you say my name like that all the time.” Taehyung took your earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly, rolling it in between his teeth. “Y/N,” he mewled, “Baby, I need to hear what you sound like when you cum.”

All of the breath left your lungs at his confession, and you were sure you’d never be able to catch it again after hearing him say that. You’d give him what he wanted soon, you were right on the edge, so close.

“Just one time,” he said, “I need to hear it.”

So close, just a few more strokes.

“Cum for me Y/N,” he whispered.

Pleasure rushed over you like white hot electricity, rippling through every nerve ending in your body as you cried out and moaned in ecstasy, and Taehyung’s arms tighted around you as he helped you ride through your orgasm, leaving soft kisses all over your neck and shoulders as you came down from your high.

“Fuck,” you breathed out in a shiver.

Taehyung removed his fingers from you and brought them to his mouth to lick your juices off of them. “Fuck is right,” he said with a smirk, “that shit was hot.” Taehyung chuckled.

Your face heated up in embarrassment. “You’re a-an asshole,” you stuttered as you tried to wiggle away from him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Taehyung said in a rush as he pulled you back to him, “come back here. I’m sorry. You’re just really cute when you’re flustered.” He smiled down at you with his big boxy smile and you about melted into a puddle on the spot.

“Wait, don’t you want me to do something for you?” you asked, puzzled. After all weren’t men supposed to be selfish or something?

Taehyung shook his head. “Next time, sweetheart.”

“Next time?!” Your eyes popped out of your head in surprise at his insinuation.

Taehyung nodded his head, amused at your reaction. “Next time. Now get some sleep.” Taehyung adjusted the blanket to fit over you both nicely and nuzzled into your neck. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Tae.” You were still in shock at how sweet and gentle he was with you even as you were closing your eyes. Who did he think he was anyway? Being so soft and caring? God, what an asshole.

↠ Masterlist

[etlunainmorte]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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Galatea found Vergil in the library that day, and when she approached the little boy, she saw him drawing something on a cover of a hardbound book with a blue crayon.

She might have smiled at the boy's little project but, the erratic movements of his little hand as the worn down cerulean crayon chaotically glided through the book, making jarred lines and messy curves, slightly unnerved her. And as the huge letter V finally started to form on the book's cover, she realized what he's been doing.

"You know, William Blake would not appreciate what you did to his book if he sees that." She gently told the little boy as she took a seat on one of the chairs next to him.

Vergil looked up at her, letting her see the ugly bruise on his cheek ( most probably Dante's doing ), and frowned. "I want to make this book mine!"

"I know, dear. It's just,... you're going to ruin the book. And if it's ruined, you won't be able to read it properly again."

"BUT - !" The boy almost cried. "It's Dante! He always takes everything away from me! I'm putting my name on it so it can truly be mine!"

"Sshh, sshh, sshh, alright, calm down,..." Galatea hushed as she held up her hands in front of the boy. "I understand. No need to get mad."

"But,..." the boy looked down at the ruined cover of the book, his tears now steadily flowing from his eyes. "... will Mr. William Blake really get mad at me for doing this?"

The girl smiled as she took the boy into her arms and wrapped him in a very warm and gentle embrace. "I think," she explained. "... that he will be very proud of you for picking his works over others. He will say that you're a very clever boy, and that you deserve all the love and affection in the world."

"You're joking, I know,..." Vergil argued, calmly but still with a hint of disappointment.

"I'm not! Okay, if you'll let me borrow your book,..." Galatea answered as she took the book from the table. "... then, maybe I could do something with it,..."

Later that night, the girl showed up at Vergil's bedroom, both her hands behind her back and a mischievous smile on her lips. The boy left his bed and went over to her side.

"Galatea, what are you hiding?"

The girl smirked as she finally showed what she's holding. It was the same book, only that it has now a brown leather cover with a huge golden V, along with intricate lines around it, emblazoned on both the front and the back.

The little boy's eyes widened with complete wonder, gasping excitedly as he received the newly covered book from her.

"It's like,..." Vergil almost stuttered, his excitement getting the better of him. "... it's magic! How did you do it?!"

Galatea playfully rolled her eyes. "Magic."

The little boy threw himself at her, hugging her as tightly as he could. "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!"

"Ah, it's nothing." Galatea answered as she put her arms around the boy's tiny body. "By the way, I put something in - "

"I'm so excited to read this!"

The boy ran to his bed, bouncing happily in it as he started to surround himself with the wondrous and imaginative world of Blake.

"Never mind." Galatea murmured more to herself than to the little boy. "Good night." She whispered as she quietly closed the door,...

Little Lamb who made thee,

Dost thou know who made thee,... ?

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XXIX

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"Sunny day sweepin' the clouds away.

On my way to where the air is sweet!

Can you tell me how to get?

How to get to - "

"V! Wake up!"

The poor poet woke up to someone shaking him on the shoulder and the sound of that sickly cheerful music on the television. He opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the bright morning light that seemed to add insult to his self - inflicted psychological and emotional injury, and saw the woman peering down at him with utter disgust.

"Eww, what happened to ya? Ya, like, cried yerself to sleep or somethin'?"

V ignored her stupid question as he sat up from the sofa ( which was mercifully soft, thank the Heavens ) and took a good long look around the now bright room.

During his awfully stressful slumber, Nico has managed to enter the premises ( of course, she has her own key ), parted the heavy curtains, and actually made something decent for breakfast.

And its smell was now actually wafting from the kitchen to V's sensitive nostrils.

"Breakfast time!" The tattooed woman announced as she went over to the television to turn it off.

"HEY!" Griffon, who was sitting on the floor beside Shadow, pointed an accusing finger at her. "WE'RE STILL WATCHING!"

"ELMO CAN WAIT! AND DON'T YA POINT AT ME JUST BECAUSE YER HUMAN NOW!"

"AARRGGHH!"

Shadow, who was eagerly watching the children's show with Griffon, flinched when the television screen went from colorful to blank, and started crying like Nico just took her candy away from her.

"SEE WHAT YE'VE DONE TO THE HOUSECAT!"

"OH, SHUT THE CRAP UP!"

"ENOUGH!"

Griffon and Nico both looked up as they heard V's intentionally loud scream and immediately stopped bickering. Shadow, on the other hand, went on crying like nobodies' business.

And it was to an awkward silence when he left the unit to clear his mind. He knew he has an obligation to take care of (Y/N) and he was fully aware that he must not leave her with Nico and Griffon ( who were both as perfectly capable as two clashing, idiotic hominids ) but, he really needed to get away for a while, to ease his anxiety and to calm his senses. He wanted so much to get rid of the throbbing pain on his head, and he needed get away from too much noise for a while.

He wanted to breathe some fresh air,...

All of a sudden, like something that could only happen in cheap novels and low - budget movies, a single piece of flyer flew from somewhere and landed on his face. He picked the piece of paper off his tired and greasy face, took a good long look at it, and almost swore out loud. Almost.

Of all the places that could lure him in,...

An hour later, he found himself face to face with the familiar wooden door with the huge neon sign right above it. The one place that old flyer advertised.

It was the same place,... that changed his fate forever. Not to mention the others he intentionally and unintentionally dragged along with him and his blunders.

He opened the door, stepped in,...

... and saw, in his utter shock, the huge interior of a grand, old cathedral. He was now standing next to one of the pews, and when he looked down to his left, he saw (Y/N) actually sitting on it, her eyes transfixed to, most probably, the choir practicing from the far right corner of the cathedral.

"Willst du ihnen beitreten?" Came the voice of an older woman who suddenly went through V ( like how Alicia did ) and placed a hand on her shoulder. It was a middle - aged nun with the most gentle features he has ever seen.

The nun must have noticed (Y/N)'s confusion upon being asked in a different language, and shook her head. "Oh, vergib mir. I mean, forgive me. I was asking if you want to join them." She asked, then gestured towards the choir.

(Y/N)'s mouth opened as she was about to say something but, then, hesitated. She just smiled sheepishly and shook her head.

"You'll love it there."

"I'm sorry, I can't,... I really can't sing like that."

"Oh, is that so? Hmm, you do seem to like music." The nun sat down next to (Y/N). "Then, what brings you here? You do seem like you came from a very far place. I may be able to help." She asked as she looked at her casual clothes that were inappropriate for such a cold weather.

The girl, who looked like she was about to burst into tears, nodded as she bowed her head. She, then, looked at the nun's eyes and spoke, "I was looking for - "

"V?" Came a familiar voice. The poet glanced at the vicinity of the choir once more and noticed Dante standing just next to the old conductor, his arms crossed. "Hey!" His younger brother went towards him, looking confused, and when he finally patted him on the shoulder, his surroundings abruptly changed from German rustic to American modern. He was back to his own reality with the familiar atmosphere of the Devil May Cry office before him. "Finally came for a visit, eh?"

"I,... guess I' am. Yes."

Dante rolled his eyes and gestured for V to follow him towards his desk. "So, what happened with the Vergil disguise?"

"It wore off." It was the truth

"Can you put it back on?" Dante mildly asked as he collapsed on his chair and placed both of his feet on his messy table. "Be my brother for a while?"

"Do you want me to?" V inquired as he threw his cane in mid air and caught it with his right hand.

The Devil Hunter in red just shook his head. "Nah. Would it make any difference, though? We'll still try to kill each other anyway."

"Was that the only memory we had? Of us at each others' throats?"

"Seems like it."

There was a moment of awkward silence, and when Dante spoke once more, V felt that there really was a reason he was led back to this place.

"That day, when I was fighting the Dreadnought's horde, some names came up my head. Something like Andromeda, Cassandra, and Galatea?" His statement made V smirk as he shook his head in disbelief. And this very unexpected gesture irked Dante. "What?"

"You heard the man, Cassandra." V spoke, much to Dante's utter confusion. "It is time you explain everything."

For a few moments, Dante only stared at V, thinking that his "brother" has completely gone insane, and lo and behold, something materialized right next to him, and it made him almost fall off his chair in shock.

"WHOAH! WHO ARE YOU?!"

"Dante, I'd like to reintroduce you to Cassandra, the Aspect Of Future, eldest of the Sisters of Fate."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "Wait a second here, reintroduce? Did I hear that right?"

V's gaze felt like daggers against Cassandra's skin. She looked down in shame, unable to speak.

"Cassandra, if you please?" V asked. No. More like ordered.

The Sister of Fate nodded and went closer to Dante. The man quickly stood and drew back in terror, uncertain why a tall and lovely woman was approaching him. "Let your sight be opened." Cassandra spoke clearly as she took hold of Dante's head, making his eyes roll back and his muscles tense. After a few moments, she let go of his head, making him stumble to the ground. And the moment he opened his eyes, he finally remembered everything.

"H - how could I forget?!" He muttered. "Cassandra, were you the one who sealed our memories?"

"Yes." The woman answered with much guilt. "I only did it to protect you from Mundus and all of Sparda's enemies. I' am very sorry."

"Ha." The man mocked as he stood up and brushed some dirt off his jacket. "And surely you've realized that your bright idea did nothing to keep us safe!"

"That is enough, Dante." V quietly interjected.

"Can you explain what this is all about?"

Which was exactly what V did for the next couple of hours. He explained everything, from the day he commissioned him to take on the Demon King Urizen, to the day the Sisters returned to him. And, of course, he told him everything about (Y/N), how he felt about her, how he fell in love with her,...

... how he hurt her,...

"To be quite frank," Dante began as he rubbed his stubble. "... you've been a total douchebag, V. No offense. Just saying the plain truth."

"I know. And I'm sorry." The poet, now settled on one of the chairs beside the desk, answered.

"Nah. What's the point in falling in love when you don't make a blunder or two? It's called, falling in love. And, damn, it hurts. Look what happened to me." Dante shook his head and stood. "Speaking of (Y/N), I just remembered something. Wait here." He stated as he made his way to the back of the office, occasionally throwing weird glances at Cassandra, who was quietly standing at the far corner of the room.

When he got back, he was carrying a pale pink fur coat and what looked like an instrument case. "(Y/N) forgot this the last time she's here. Can you give this back to her for me?"

As V was about to take the parka - like clothing from his brother, his visions returned, flinging him back to the old rustic church where he saw the same nun from before handing him the thing instead of Dante. A pair of hands went through V, taking the parka from the kind, old woman. He moved aside to see (Y/N) lovingly clutching the warm, wooly parka close to her chest.

"Thank you so much, Sister,... ah?"

"You may call me Sister Christina." The old woman smiled. "May you finally see the man you've been searching for." The nun made the sign of the cross and kissed the younger woman on the forehead. "Möge dich Gott auf deinen Reisen segnen."

"V?" Dante's voice once again brought him back to the present. "You okay?"

"Yes. Forgive me."

Dante just stared at V with a raised eyebrow as he handed the coat to him. "Oh, and, ah, her birthday is coming soon, and I couldn't think of anything else to give. I mean, I don't know what movie she hasn't already seen, and I'm sure she's not gonna appreciate Twilight. So, I got her this." He handed him the instrument case he's been holding.

V was right. It was a violin. A real one, and not a weaponized version.

Dante scratched his head in confusion. "Ah, I know she's tone deaf. But, you can teach her, right?"

"Of course." V answered. "Can I open it?"

"Sure. Open it, play something with it, whatever you want."

V carefully opened the case and saw the exquisite, wooden thing inside. He took it and appraised it like an expert.

"Guarneri? You can afford Guarneri?!" For the first time since those stressful days, V actually felt the mirth going back to his system at the thought of Dante buying an expensive instrument for the girl he loves.

"Guava?" And he clearly sounded that he had no idea what he just got himself into.

"Guarneri." V repeated dryly. He just can't accept people being ignorant about the popular Italian Luthier - the maker of Paganini's violin.

"Guava. Guanini. Whatever. Besides, I just bought it from an antique shop and had it fixed."

And apparently, it cost too much, V thought, taking note of the dark atmosphere of the room. His brother wasn't able to pay the bills again and was probably fast approaching bankruptcy.

V pushed the thoughts aside as he positioned the violin below his left jaw and raised the bow,...

"Allmächtiger Vater, Segne diesen Mann auf seinen Wegen und Reisen. Segne ihn in seinem Denken und Handeln. Segne ihn in seiner Seele und seinem Herzen. Dass dein Licht ihn stets umgibt, und ihn auf deinen erwählten Pfad sicher leite. Geleite ihn durch die Stille und Leere, auf dass er an deiner Seite die Hoffnung und das Glück entdecke. Im Namen des Vaters, des Sohnes und des heiligen Geistes

Amen."

The two brothers both looked at the other end of the room and saw (Y/N) standing there, her back turned against them.

"What the hell?!" Dante mumbled. "(Y/N)?!"

However, V was fully aware who she really was. And he knew she wasn't (Y/N).

The girl turned and finally revealed her face. It was, indeed, Galatea. "Almighty father," she went on with her prayer. "Bless this man on his roads and travels, bless him in his thoughts and actions, bless him in his soul and in his heart that your light always surrounds him and guide him safely on your chosen path. Guide him through the silence and the void so that by your side he may find hope and mirth. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen. It's what (Y/N) always prays at night before she sleeps. It was taught to her by the nun who gave her that parka. She prays for you each night, Master."

"Galatea, is that you?!" Dante gasped, pointing at another one of the Sisters of Fate who kept materializing in his own office.

"That name was given by your father, Sparda. Before that, I was,... nothing. A shell of what truly mirrors the illusions made by him." Galatea explained.

"What do you mean by that?" V questioned.

The girl smiled. "Do you remember that night when I fixed that book of yours, Master?"

"Of course. As clear as day, dear."

The girl nodded, her expression very serious. "Then, please, take the cover off the book."

"NO!" Cassandra shrieked all of a sudden. She crossed the room and made her way to her younger sister, hugging her as tightly as she could.

Like Galatea was going to leave her,...

"You can't do this! Please! We'll lose you! I beg you, don't do this!"

The youngest sister only smiled as she embraced her sibling. "But, you've seen it?"

"Yes!" Cassandra was crying, and it unnerved both V and Dante. "So, I beg you! Don't make him do it! Please! I've lost mama and papa. I don't want to lose you!"

It's just a book. What would happen to her?

Galatea closed her eyes as a single tear rolled down her eye. She, then, looked at V. "Master, do it. And see for yourself. Do it for me."

Despite the heavy and unexplainable feeling that suddenly weighed on his chest, he placed the Guarneri and the bow back on their case, took out the William Blake anthology from his coat pocket, and opened it, noticing the part where the leather cover began. With mild curiosity, Dante inched closer to V, watching his brother tear off the brown leather cover. A few moments later, a single piece of paper fell from it to the floor, making all eyes focus on it and it alone.

And as V picked it up and noticed what it was, his eyes widened and his lips parted. It was a very old vintage photograph of a little girl holding a stuffed lamb.

It was an old photograph of (Y/N).

"I was created to mimic her image. To provide mama with a daughter. Without her, the girl in that old photograph, I' am nothing. The moment I came to life, I always dreamed of actually meeting her in person. And I found her," Galatea let go of Cassandra and went directly to V. "... and brought her to you."

All the pain in his chest went back, reminding him of every bit of mistake he has done to her. He clutched the photograph closer to his chest. "But, I don't deserve her. I,... hurt her."

"I know. So, promise me you'll find her and get her back."

"Find her? Galatea, what do you - ?" V was startled when her body was suddenly engulfed with multiple little orbs of light. "What's happening to your body?"

"I used up all of my powers. I found her, fulfilled your wish, healed her. My mission,... has ended." She answered. She was dying, and yet, there was a content look on her face.

She knew her fate all along. And she embraced it.

"Farewell, Master."

And with those final words, she vanished, leaving behind her true form: an antique porcelain doll clutching a stuffed lamb.

That image was still on his mind when he left Dante's office and made his way back to (Y/N)'s unit but, something else was bothering him.

Find her? What does that mean? It's not like (Y/N) suddenly vanished or anything. That’s impossible.

But, then, something flashed in his mind: an unknown visitor, a tear - stained note, an open door,...

V practically sprinted towards the building, his heart rate going higher and higher as the vision finally took over his mind.

It can't be! She can't do this! She can't - !

The poet flung open the door and saw the frantic look on Nico and Griffon's faces.

"Where is she?"

Nico and Griffon immediately went towards V. Something really was wrong.

"Okay, V. No need to stress yerself even more. We just went out to get some stuff and,... she's just - " Griffon began but, he was immediately cut off.

"WHERE IS SHE?"

Nico, who was the calmer of the three of them, tried to stop V as he made his way towards (Y/N)'s room. "Calm down, man! She will go back. I know she will - "

She will go back?!

He almost rudely brushed the two aside and ran to her room. He flung open the door,...

... and didn't find her there.

But, just like in his vision, there was a single note on the bed. He picked it up and saw the shaky scribbles on it.

“One of these days, and it won’t be long,

You’ll call my name and I’ll be gone,

Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.”

And just like in the vision, the note,...

... was tear - stained.

***

🖤 Special thanks to @la-vita for the German dialogue and translations. And for introducing us to Sister Christina. 🖤

🖤 @beyond-the-mirror , @gothghoulfiend , @vergils-daughter , @micaelagua , @ehrzeth , @ceruleanworld , @simmy-ships , @boundbysoul , @diabeticsugarush , @lessy86 , @heaven-on-a-landslide , and @krazy06 . 🖤

***

As they made their way back to their home, he saw his wife stop at an antique shop, her eyes transfixed on something in a glass case. He took a curious look at it and realized it was a beautiful vintage porcelain doll holding what looked like a stuffed lamb. And just above the doll's glass case was a photograph of a real human girl, clutching the same stuffed lamb, who must have been the inspiration of whoever made the toy.

He smiled at her. "Do you want her? I'll get her for you."

His lovely wife looked up at him, her smile slowly diminishing. She shook her head and grasped her husband's hand, leading him away from the shop with a sad look on her face.

The week after that, the husband introduced his wife to three girls. And he called one of them Galatea.

"Galatea?" She gasped in wonder as her hands glided against the girl’s smooth porcelain - like skin. Like that of a doll's.

She was,... simply perfect,...

The little girl smiled at her as she carefully touched her hands with her own, little ones. "Mama?"

Little Lamb who made thee,

Dost thou know who made thee,... ?

***

🖤 P.S. I Love You 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in a modern Alternate Universe.

~ Life goes back to normal after the fall of Urizen, the Demon King. V, one of the Demon Hunters who survived the demonic invasion, officially joins Devil May Cry and takes on small jobs to make ends meet. One day, a female client hires him to drive away an evil spirit that haunts her home. Along with Nico, who brings along her new state - of - the - art gadgets to help him on his new mission, and his familiars, Griffon, Shadow, and Nightmare, V moves to his client's home - a mansion rich with history, both happy and dark. And in that mansion, he finds a diary that once belonged to the client's great grandmother, a woman named (Y/N) (L/N), who is, somehow, connected to the hauntings of the restless spirit he must drive out.

~ To be released on the 1st week of October.

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Jac & Savannah

Jac: Feel totally free to ignore this, and this isn't an attempt to further any more conversation between us again if you don't want it, but it would feel bizarre to pretend...well, that we hadn't known each other before, or that I'd forgotten you entirely, so Jac: Obviously things weren't great when you left but I'm fully over that as no doubt you are too Jac: As we're classmates again, it makes sense to me that we are civil and prepared to work together if necessary but I'm not going to attempt more than that, nor am I holding some kind of grudge which would prohibit the former, I thought I'd reassure you of that, as well as just say, hello, I suppose 🙂 Savannah: You're right, it would be bizarre as well as counterproductive Savannah: though, we don't actually know each other any more, two formative years having passed, so I don't see why we can't start over Savannah: treating each other like we would our other classmates Jac: That sounds logical to me too Jac: I'd be happy to treat this as an introduction opposed to a reintroduction Savannah: okay Savannah: but before we do, I just want to say I'm really proud of you for getting in Jac: You too Jac: it's amazing, isn't it Jac: better than we had even visualized and worked and prayed for Savannah: I always knew you could do it Jac: I had no doubts about you, either Jac: potential that you'd changed your course and vision but whatever you put your mind and talent to Savannah: I did think you'd go to Bath, or that I would Jac: I could lie here and say something about preferring the history and culture of Edinburgh as a city, and finding St Andrews better in X Y Z but Jac: Bath didn't happen, is the reality of it Jac: but I'm not devastated, as I once would've been to be left with my 2nd choice Savannah: We don't have to lie, it didn't happen for me either, partly because catholic school did of course, but that's not the entirety of it Jac: I try to leave lying, however innocuous and pointless, two years ago, too Jac: Karma or otherwise, just stopped feeling worth it Jac: how was your new School? Savannah: A lot of things stopped feeling worth it to me too Savannah: Oh, Sienna liked it Savannah: I did not Jac: I am sorry to hear that Jac: I can't think of anything I would've liked less than being surrounded by other hormonal, crazy, moody, bitchy teenage girls either Savannah: at least she thrived, you wouldn't even recognise her now Savannah: she's so Savannah: Loud Jac: 😂 Jac: Loud can be good Jac: at least some positives came of it all Savannah: she reminds me of how I remember Jude Savannah: but she's happy, I think Jac: I think you'd still have recognized Jude Jac: likely from a mile off, giving you time to escape Jac: I hope she is Savannah: 😄 Jac: and that you'll be happier here than you were there, too Savannah: unless either of my parents enrol, we can take that as a given Jac: I'll drink to that Jac: complimentary coffee, that is Savannah: for now anyway Jac: Hopefully the plans get a little more exciting Savannah: 🙌 Jac: Have you heard any Psych school nights being organized or do you think one of us should bite that bullet and start the group chat? Savannah: we should do it Savannah: best foot forward, you know? Jac: Absolutely Jac: Why not, eh Jac: You're in halls too, right? Savannah: Yes Savannah: where are you? Jac: John Burnet, how about you? Savannah: You only get a single bed too! Savannah: I'm in University Hall Savannah: it's so pretty Jac: The nuns taught you well then 😛 Jac: I think it's worth it for the architecture, we'll just have to remember not to roll Savannah: 👼🏾🙏🏾 Savannah: It wasn't worth ANOTHER argument with my dad about co-ed Jac: and you get to have the Libraries literally right on your doorstep Jac: I was debating it, but I'm still better in smaller crowds, that sold JB to me ultimately Savannah: if my dad didn't run my life I totally would've applied there too Savannah: I love that it has a garden Jac: I know, right? Jac: Well you can use my little patch of 🌷 🌹 🌺 🌸 🌼 🌻 whenever you like, because I'll certainly be haunting the libraries enough Savannah: You haven't lost any of your sweetness Savannah: & of course you must, I hate studying alone Jac: I'll probably be tragically uncool forever, our classmates may as well find out sooner rather than later 💁 Jac: if the sight of all those books gets too much, there's always the 🏖 for maximum studying, I'm sure Savannah: No way! I had more fun with you than I've had with anyone else EVER Savannah: they'll find all your good points Jac: 😊 Jac: Okay, we did have some fun Savannah: a lot Jac: I can't/shan't disagree with that Savannah: it doesn't feel like two years Savannah: sometimes more like twenty, or like two months Jac: It is really weird, I felt like I haven't said it because it can't be overstated Jac: but good weird Jac: are any of your friends from Sligo here too? Jac: I don't know anyone Savannah: I don't know anyone either Jac: A familiar face is a good thing Jac: as is getting to know each other afresh, they can coexist Savannah: I thought it was for the best that nobody followed me here, until I saw you Jac: Shocking as it was Jac: glad the 😱 isn't permanent Jac: I'd hate to do that to you, honestly Savannah: you don't believe I could pull it off? Jac: Of course you could Jac: but your 😄 is undeniably a better look Savannah: my lips ARE very big, I could end up looking like a blow up doll if I'm forever open mouthed from today onwards Savannah: then I'd never marry a prince Jac: Why we're here, obviously Savannah: Everyone thinks so Savannah: just because my boyfriend dumped me after the leavers cert Jac: Oof Jac: that's rough Jac: though at least he didn't steal your Summer? I guess Savannah: Oh my god! That's exactly what he said Savannah: no wonder he reminded me of you Jac: Oh God 😬 are you suggesting I should be in Sallies with the rest of the fuckboys? 😂 Jac: not the crowd I was hoping to get in with but, you know Savannah: where you are is perfect for you Jac: 🤞 Savannah: it feels right being here Jac: Yeah Jac: it really does Savannah: I was worried I wouldn't feel that when I actually got here but 🙏🏾 Jac: I thought it'd be scarier being away from home Jac: but if anything, it's a relief Savannah: you don't have to share a room with Jude any more, it obviously would be Savannah: how is everyone though? Jac: 🍵🙊 Jac: No, they're good, all doing their own thing Jac: Jesse's got his music, the kids are the same old Jac: oh, Jameson got a girlfriend though, that's cute Savannah: I can't believe one brother is literally famous and the other is adorably loved up Savannah: Sienna hasn't had a boyfriend yet, I think that's my fault Jac: Honestly, they're both unbearable now 😏 Jac: overprotective big sister vibes or off-putting dumping ex? Savannah: Jesse was always an acquired taste, which I never did Savannah: Oh, both, for sure 🤫 Jac: Musically and personality-wise, he'd agree you have a point Jac: long as she's happy, like you said Jac: always found them too distracting myself Savannah: I suppose I just always needed a distraction Jac: Clearly, that's why we aren't having this conversation in Bath Jac: for the best, in the end 🌌🔮 Savannah: I hope so Jac: Honestly, it's a better uni Jac: and I'm not just lying to myself/you to make us feel better 😂 Jac: Delia Rockford, you remember her, right? Jac: She got into Bath, so, you aren't missing out, is what I mean Savannah: I hate her Jac: She's doing International Management and German Jac: the language of the future 🤨 Savannah: She's German descent! That's basically cheating Jac: You'd think she's got a place at Cambridge studying classics the way she's been bragging Jac: they aren't remotely top in languages or whatever the hell International Management is but alright 🙄 Savannah: I'm so glad she blocked me after what happened during the party at Michelle Brennan's house Savannah: which wasn't even my fault Jac: Now that feels like a million years ago Savannah: It was Savannah: I don't think we were even friends yet Jac: We weren't for that long, in the grand scheme of things Jac: that's the weirdest part Jac: we were pretty intense, yeah Savannah: everything was pretty intense Jac: It was Jac: Isabelle is doing coaching at TUD Jac: we were never really the same but she's well in herself Savannah: She'll be incredible at that Savannah: if it had happened to me, there's no way I would've not been retaking the year Jac: I know Savannah: did you hear about my mum? Jac: No, I don't think I did? Savannah: she'll appreciate it not being common knowledge, I guess Jac: Is she okay? Savannah: She's doing better now Savannah: which I suppose means she's at about the same level as she was before I left Savannah: because she really struggled after Jac: It must've been really hard for her Jac: to have you two gone, and realize it probably was for the best Jac: did you see her much, in these two years? Savannah: not as much as I should've Jac: You can't be blamed for that Jac: you had to take care of yourself, and Sienna Savannah: but she needed me to stay Jac: Maybe she needed to sort herself out Jac: and she's getting there Jac: our parents shouldn't be our responsibility Savannah: It has to work out here, you know? Savannah: I can't go back Jac: Of course it will Jac: you're going to be fine, amazing Jac: and then you can do your masters and your Ph.D. and then marry a prince and you'll have several royal residences, neither of which will be in Dubo or Sligo Savannah: I'm just sick of things being painful, difficult is fine, but I want it not to hurt Savannah: which is a HUGE overshare if we met today Jac: it's cool Jac: I hear everyone is best friends for life fresher's week Savannah: that makes me feel a lot better Savannah: especially when I pause to consider how many of them I'm likely to cry on before it's over Jac: It's basically tradition Jac: you won't be the only one Jac: moving forward, it's bound to make you think more about what you're leaving behind, even if temporarily Savannah: I've missed you Savannah: sorry if that's like leaping over a boundary or something Jac: I wouldn't have bet on that being what you said, should I ever see you again Jac: but it's better than what I would've Savannah: It's not like this with anyone else Savannah: I can't change that Jac: I never really Jac: like I went out, people would talk to me, I'm not trying to sell a sob story here Jac: but you're right Jac: it was never the same with anyone else, not remotely Savannah: I've given you mine already, so if you have one, it's okay to tell it or not Savannah: even if I'm so embarrassed I did that Jac: Seriously, no need Jac: you were there to witness my unfinest hour Jac: I treated lots of people like shit Jac: Is, mainly Jac: but you too, in lots of ways Jac: not proud of it, but I changed, still am, hopefully Savannah: I hope you don't change too much though Jac: Yeah? Savannah: I thought you were perfect how you were Jac: And I'm the sweet one Savannah: we both made mistakes, but that's human Jac: It's been a while since anyone's accused me of being human Jac: all those exams Jac: 🤖 felt more fitting Savannah: & you look so 👼🏻 Jac: You look as flawless as you ever did Savannah: My auntie mailed all her good skincare to Sligo Jac: expect no less 🙌 Savannah: the fresher air was 🙌 Savannah: even if the rural accents took me by surprise Jac: 😵 or 🥴 surprise though? Savannah: not like 😊 😋 😍 😘 🥰 Jac: the accent here is pretty 🤭 Jac: though Savannah: which one? 😄 Jac: Valid Jac: very town VS gown Savannah: which one though? Savannah: tell me Jac: The original Savannah: very Romeo & Juliet of you Jac: Oh no Jac: am I that cliche now? Savannah: we'll see Jac: Sounds slightly concerning Jac: but I'll do my best to subvert expectations Savannah: it'll be concerning if you get distracted by some boy's accent after working this hard to get here Savannah: unless he's a prince, obviously Jac: Not changed that much Jac: I'd get disowned if I married royalty, anyway Savannah: 🚫💍👰 Savannah: just adorable heirs to the throne Savannah: 👶👶👶👶👶 Jac: adorable, illegitimate bastards ❤ Savannah: yes Savannah: or is that another cliche? Jac: Probably Jac: although if we are educated, career women now, any babies is beating expectations Savannah: except not really because every career woman is also determined to become a mother & prove she can have it all Jac: 🚫👶 it is then Jac: maybe a dissertation topic, at any rate Savannah: 😢 Jac: 👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾👶🏾 Jac: many as you like Savannah: they all need best friends Savannah: you have to stick to the plan Jac: Can I get through freshers first? Savannah: 🤞🏾 Jac: Please, I'm no amateur Savannah: I hope not, I'm single & the point is we do it at the same time Jac: as am I Jac: not feeling any 1st year that hard, thanks 😏 Savannah: you always date older, it's fine Jac: None of our lecturers were the one Jac: another cliche avoided Savannah: I'm not sad about that Jac: There's enough inequality of power about without actively seeking out the dynamic, agreed Savannah: ^^ Jac: the fashion show seems to have got the diversity memo though Jac: could be cool Savannah: it's going to be the highlight, I can feel it Jac: 😄 Jac: I was thinking Tues for our psych night, as nothing much is really going on Jac: what do you think? Savannah: good idea Jac: 👍 Savannah: I'll start the chat if you want Jac: You were always better at talking Savannah: when it's not that important, but when it matters, you always know exactly what to say Savannah: at least to me Jac: You're easy to talk to Jac: in a way I really could never work out Savannah: There's nobody in my life right now who would agreed with that Savannah: so it must be you Jac: my inbox full of unreads would say otherwise but Jac: I'll take it Savannah: okay, it's us together Savannah: does that make you happier? Jac: Better Savannah: your hair got really long Savannah: I'm BEYOND jealous Jac: You've got no reason to be jealous of any other girl in the world Savannah: you're not any other girl in the world Savannah: 🤫🤫 Jac: 😶 Jac: Promise Savannah: it looks beautiful, I can't cope Jac: My 😳 will not Savannah: 💗 Savannah: 🌷 🌺 🌸 Jac: Is that a dress code? Savannah: well NOW it is Jac: 😂 Jac: My wardrobe can accomodate Jac: cheers for the heads up Savannah: you're welcome Savannah: & we're all set until 💬 Jac: I better let you get on then Savannah: was it that good of a conversation starter? Jac: Solid Jac: will scare off anyone 😱 of 💗 🌷 🌺 🌸 Savannah: well I obviously don't need that negativity in my life Savannah: but I didn't mean to end this conversation Jac: We don't have to Jac: What are your plans for the rest of the day, now the obligatory are over? Savannah: don't judge me, because I know I sound like a different person, but I haven't made any Jac: Thank God, me neither Jac: I didn't know how long any of that would take Jac: nor unpacking, which is technically done but that says nothing about the decorating I wanna do Savannah: I could help Jac: Or, slightly more fair, we could check out the town, see what shops are about? Savannah: I'd like that Jac: Cool 🙂 Jac: let's have half an hour to debrief and make sure we don't look 😱 and then head out? Savannah: okay Savannah: you can put your hair up & save my life Jac: oh 🤫 Savannah: I am serious Savannah: 🚗 🚕 🚲 are distraction enough Jac: You could rock a cast Jac: but I won't let it happen Savannah: what would you write on it? Jac: That's a good 🧊breaker Jac: but I'll have to keep that secret for now Savannah: if I ask everyone on Tuesday, will you tell me then? Jac: It's a deal Savannah: it is

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Come Daredevil season 3, how do you think Matt's gonna reveal to Karen and Foggy he's alive? I don't think they'll learn at the same time, and to be honest I actually kinda feel that Karen will know by the end of the first episode, while Foggy and Marci will probably learn much later.

Here’s the thing about how I speculate about tv shows and movies and whatnot: I don’t really come up with one theory and stick with it. Instead, I tend to spin out all the different options as I see them. it’s like a flow chart type thing that splits into a bunch of different branches.  So let me give you a little run down of some of the different visions I see for it: 

- First question: how long is Matt “gone”? Does he A. return as soon as he’s conscious and able to walk out the door or B. Stay with the nuns for X amount of time? 

-If A. Does he still need medical attention? If yes, I can see a version where he stumbles up to Claire’s doorway and collapses into her apartment. If he’s still in bad enough shape, it might end up being Claire contacting others to say that Matt’s alive. If so, Claire’s gonna call Foggy, because she doesn’t really know Karen. If Matt is making the calls, I still think he calls Foggy first. I’ll address why below. 

If he does NOT need medical attention, I say he chooses to go to Foggy first because he and Foggy ended Defenders on slightly better terms. Also I think Matt has, at this point, had Foggy help him out enough times while simultaneously hating it, that he knows how to weather Foggy’s anger. So no matter what the emotions going on in the reception, Foggy will ultimately have his back. And Foggy really occupies a place as the brother, while Karen is currently the Ex-girlfriend. If you need a place to crash, go with the brother. But in this scenario Matt is back pretty quickly, after meeting up with Foggy, I think his reunion with Karen will be pretty quick. 

In this branch, the reunions are basically just Matt calls them up or shows up on their door and they have a happy reunion. Yay Matt’s alive! They’ll work out their issues later, but right now they’re just happy he’s not buried underneath a building. 

-if B. (Matt is gone a longer amount of time) the reason becomes important. Is Matt 1. unable to return immediately after he’s better because the people who found him are not allowing him to leave? or 2. is he choosing not to leave? I actually think B is a little more likely, because they probably want Matt to be able to fight and stuff at some point this season and if they pick up too quickly he’s got a lot of healing to do. Also, this allows for a bigger gap between Defenders and season 3. That bigger gap gives Matt’s “death” more impact because people have to live without him longer, allows them to push everyone’s story lines a little further along, let’s it fit more naturally within the timeline for the Netflix MCU in general and jive better with real world passage of time, creates more drama between the characters when Matt does return, and the more spaced out big take-over-New York/destroy-Hell’s-Kitchen type events are the more realistic it feels (as opposed to The Hand tries to rule the world and the next month here comes Fisk again). 

- Option 1. Matt’s rescuers also holding him captive to some degree makes a certain amount of sense to me because: they saved this guy from an impossible-to-survive situation but kept it a secret; Maggie Murdock is there and there is definitely something sketch about her so why not this? If this is the case, then Matt doesn’t have to just return, he has to escape, and is potentially being pursued when he comes home. This narrows his options. It probably prevents him from breaking the news gently and more likely means he shows up at someone’s house and is immediately asking them to hide or arm him. It also means that Matt may not even be choosing who he goes to, just whoever is nearest. Or, what would be really fun, he goes straight to someone who can help him out in his situation: Jessica. I don’t think a Jessica appearance is likely, but boy I would love one. But between the others, I think it’s a toss up who he goes to first. The picture I have in my head though is night time, person here’s banging on the door, opens it, Matt comes rushing in, person is in shock but before they can even ask questions he’s telling them to take cover, or something like that. 

-Option 2. Matt chooses not to leave and return home right away, but why? There’s a possibility that he either goes chasing off after Elektra or stays for some out of the box reason (like they’re a secret cult and he decides to join because it sounds fun) but I can’t predict anything about these possibilities so I’m just gonna leave them at that. Most likely, if he’s choosing to hang around and let everyone (aka Foggy, Karen and Claire. Matt needs more friends.) believe he’s dead, it’s because of his mom. I’m sure comic readers have more information (I don’t read comics, I don’t want your information in this case, let me be surprised) but for those of us just watching the show, we know next to nothing about Matt’s relationship with Maggie. We don’t even know if he’s ever met her. If he has, when did he last see her? Did he know she was alive all these years? What does he know about her? Did he ever try to find her? Why didn’t she step in when Matt’s dad died? Matt probably has questions he wants answers to. OR Matt is angry that she let him grow up alone (and possibly for stuff from before, because his dad knew she was alive and didn’t make any move to connect her with him in case of emergency so it could be that he was keeping Matt hidden) and Matt tries to push her away but she has some specific information or something she offers to get him to stay. 

Matt hanging around to bond with his mom potentially has major implications for his eventual return. While in the other options Foggy and Karen get to mostly just be happy that Matt’s alive, this option introduces a betrayal of trust in that Matt is apparently choosing to let them believe he’s dead at least for a time. So they’re gonna be mad. Which brings us back around to, why does he choose to return? Was he always planning on coming back and just delayed it for a bit? In which case his reunions probably look about the same just with more anger thrown in. Or was he planning on using his “death” as a chance to get away from everything and just start over until something (Fisk?) made him feel like he had to come back? If that’s the case I can see him like leaving cryptic messages for Foggy and Karen that get them to meet him someplace and Matt being his dramatic self and stepping out the shadows and their reunion doubling as a strategizing meeting. Or it might be that Matt returns while trying to still hold onto the idea of keeping his “death” in tact and leaving when this all over. In which case we might have an episode or a couple of Matt sneaking around Hell’s Kitchen trying to avoid everyone and never actually telling Foggy and Karen he’s back, but instead they just discover him. And then they’re really really mad that he didn’t come to them. 

In any of the given situations, I think there will be a little bit of trepidation, particularly from those who knew more about the whole Hand bringing people back to life situation (I think Claire and Foggy both knew at least a little). The characters should be asking the question: did we really get Matt back? or something else? And really that’s a question the audience should have at least a little– was Matt saved from the brink of death, or brought back to life? I think it’s the former, but it could be either. And even if he never actually died, there is the question of whether he recovered completely naturally or whether something shadier and more magical was involved. Questions that characters and audience need addressed before they can fully celebrate Matt’s resurrection. 

tl;dr: I hope Matt shows up at Foggy’s door in the middle of the night, exhausted or injured, and just goes “surprise! Not dead!” 

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text: raquel ⇄ charlie

Raquel: knock knock.

Raquel: nevermind forget knock knock almost jokes. Did you forget about the starving really hot girl in your apartment?

Raquel: is this is a hint for me to leave?

Raquel: maybe it isn't but I hope everything is okay. I'm worried.

Charlie: everything is okay, babe. i just ran to someone and i had to say hello

Charlie: i wouldn't forget about my almost naked, hot, starving girl.

Raquel: okay, just making sure. I wasn't thinking up crazy scenarios or anything. Nope.

Raquel: well I hope you wouldn't forget about me. Not even if you get amnesia or something. You're supposed to remember me forever.

Charlie: i wouldn't do that ever, babe.

Charlie: can i ask you something hypothetical, babe?

Raquel: well you're still away but you sure are making up for it by being cute. 😘

Raquel: ... what's the hypothetical????

Charlie: my face and my body makes it up for it, babe

Charlie: okay, i don't know how to say this so

Charlie: imagine a couple in which A and B are 'dating' but B is with C too

Charlie: what if A sees C cheating on them?

Raquel: this is a weird hypothetical. I just want you to know that.

Raquel: what are you trying to say?

Charlie: yeah, it sounds weirder that it did in my head

Charlie: i saw Nathan with another girl a moment ago. i don't know if he saw me but

Raquel: babe, nathan isn't even in town.

Raquel: I am with you and I know that I'm the bad guy in that relationship. I know you think he isn't right for me and that I should be with you, and I already said I would but you don't have to tell me he is cheating on me when he isn't even in town. He wouldn't do that to me.

Raquel: are you sure it was Nathan?

Raquel: i know how my last texts sounded and I don't want to call you a liar and I'm not it's just I was okay knowing that I was cheating on him. I was okay with being a bad person and not giving our relationship a shot. I was fine with being in love with you and not with him even when I knew I should be with him. And I know it's wrong that I might be a bit upset if that was him. I just didn't think someone would actually cheat on me. Maybe flirt with other girls or whatever but I don't know.

Raquel: shouldn't you be happy about this?

Charlie: then he lied to you.

Charlie: i know it sounds crazy but it was really him, with one of the girls that came to his promotion party. it may sound like something i'd say so you can finally break up with him, but it's not.

Charlie: no, it's not, i guess. i've never been in your position but i would have probably be upset too.

Charlie: as for me, i don't know. a part of me is because i always thought he was going to do something sooner or later to fuck things up between you two, but the other part of me doesn't want to see you upset.

Charlie: i'm sorry i'm the one breaking it to you.

Charlie: wait, did you just say you're in love with me?????

Raquel: no, if anyone had to tell me he was cheating on me I'd rather it be you.

Raquel: I'm sorry that you have to tell me and that I'm being this weird. I shouldn't care.

Raquel: I guess I'm not upset. I just I don't know. It just means our relationship went longer than it should have if we both weren't in it. It's just I was fine with being the bad person in this. It's just shocking to know that he wasn't the person I thought he was.

Raquel: of course I'm in love with you.

Charlie: no, i think it's something normal. you were in a relationship with him, even if you weren't as invested as you are in ours. still, i'm okay with you being weird about it.

Charlie: besides, i can't tell you how to feel about it. i had a feeling about him, but i hoped he was a good man. it was shocking to see him with his tongue down someone else's throat.

Charlie: damn. now i'm here smiling while looking at my phone like an idiot in the middle of the street.

Raquel: maybe I should just be happy for him. Maybe he found someone to be with just like how I'm with you.

Raquel: he is a good guy. Unless Im saying cheating makes you a bad person. I don't know because ifit does then I'm worse, right?

Raquel: then maybe you should get out of the middle of the street crazy person.

Charlie: if you tell me he is, i believe you. you're not a bad person for cheating, but there's people who won't see it the same way.

Charlie: who are you calling crazy now???

Raquel: maybe other people don't matter. At least not when it comes to this.

Raquel: I'm still calling you crazy. You're completely crazy. I'm the sane one in this relationship.

Charlie: you're right, they don't

Charlie: what did i do to deserve this attack?

Raquel: at least they don't matter when it comes to this and honestly the only person whose opinion really matters is yours

Raquel: you can't call it an attack if it's the truth.

Charlie: that's it, you just lost the privilege of seeing me cooking while naked, just wearing an apron.

Raquel: what?

Raquel: don't be a tyrannical dictator you cant just start taking things away from me. I can do that too you know. Or I can just go home.

Charlie: in that case i'm open to negotiate as soon as i'm home in a couple of minutes

Charlie: although i could do that without a problem because we're at my place, remember?

Raquel: which is exactly why I can go home if you want to start taking away reasons for me being here. There's no negotiation.

Charlie: oh, so you're there because of the nudity?

Charlie: i think i will cook with nothing under the apron then... if you're also naked.

Raquel: obviously. Nudity and the coffee and maybe the comfortable bed but that's it.

Raquel: do I really have to be naked? I was thinking of wearing a full on nun outfit for a change.

Charlie: and you're not there to see me read and look smart and sexy while i'm at it? now i'm hurt

Charlie: yes, you have. i'm not going to be the only one naked, right?

Raquel: eh maybe I am but that's just a bonus.

Raquel: depends... what are you going to do to convince me?

Charlie: for starters i'm going to cook you a decent meal instead of ordering food, whatever you want me to make with everything i bought. naked, of course, only wearing an apron

Charlie: then we'll see what happens. i haven't thought about it yet

Raquel: sounds like the beginning of a good plan.

Raquel: maybe you shouldn't overthink this. From the sounds of it food, maybe wine and you is a pretty solid plan.

Charlie: a good plan that will likely end up in sex

Charlie: i haven't bought wine but i'm sure i have something in there, you can look for it before i arrive

Raquel: Is that all you think about with me?

Raquel: I'll start the scavenger hunt now. hOpefully I find something good.

Charlie: not always, but it's what happens when i've been in my apartment with you for myself for two days in a row

Charlie: good luck, i'll be there in a few minutes

Raquel: really? So it's only because I've been here and it's not just because your mind just automatically goes to the gutter?

Raquel: So there's no weird stuff I shouldn't find? Nothing you want to hide from me?

Charlie: maaaaaybe yes, maybe not

Charlie: i have nothing to hide, what would i hide?

Raquel: I think that just means definitely yes.

Raquel: I don't know. Stuff. There could be a lot of things you can hide at your place. A collection of weird dolls, drugs, other girl's panties. The list is endless.

Charlie: busted

Charlie: i don't do drugs, i haven't fucked any other girl since we started being somewhat serious and i don't have creepy dolls. and the porn is on my laptop, so you won't find any porn either

Raquel: big time.

Raquel: Okay. I believe you. Not like you would find anything at my place if you did want to go snooping. i don't have anything from you

Charlie: i thought you'd have at least one t shirt at this point

Raquel: If I did I wouldn't be hiding it. Your t shirts are only yours while you wear them. Once they go on me they're mine.

Charlie: oh? then i'm never get them back?

Raquel: nope. They're mine now.

Charlie: well, keep them. i don't really mind you having them to be honest

Raquel: so should I take that as code for "sure babe, you can have all my shirts"?

Charlie: yes, you can have them. i can always buy new ones anyways and you look good in them

Raquel: you do know that that just means that you'll just always be buying shirts.

Charlie: i only ask you to not steal too many of them, or else i'll have none to wear

Raquel: you not wearing a shirt wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Charlie: in private, but me not wearing one in public and attracting too many girls at work? you're sure you want that?

Raquel: .... maybe I don't. You did say that you weren't seeing other girls so if we are going back to being exclusive, exclusive then they can look but they can't touch.

Charlie: i wasn't seeing other girls, so yeah, i can do that. i have no intentions of having anything with someone else if that's what you're asking

Raquel: it's not exactly what I was asking but it sorta is.

Raquel: there's just me for you and I know that now. I just wasn't sure if we were on the same page or not.

Raquel instagram post: https://78.media.tumblr.com/30e75391e84d85e259bea50f5133086d/tumblr_or6lnecFwu1w7ltgxo1_500.jpg Quellersmal When you’re completely okay with the thought of never wearing pants again. #mymanisnttheonlyonewithabs #nopantsforme #noshirtsforhim

Charlie: we are in the same page and you can have my shirts

Charlie: and by the picture you just posted, it seems like you're going pantless

Raquel: yessss I get a new part of my wardrobe.

Raquel: any objections?

Charlie: nope, no objections. you know i like your ass so much, so you won't hear a complaint from me

Charlie: it may distract me, but i won't whine about it, babe

Raquel: well distracting you is what I'm best at even if I do want you to get through your books.

Charlie: you're the best at it. your ass is distracting, especially when you're not wearing pants

Charlie: what if i don't read today and we do stuff together? watching a movie, for example

Raquel: sure we could do whatever you want. I think us taking a break from sex will actually be just what your neighbor wants. Either she is just not a nice person or she is just sick of hearing us. I went out and saw her and let's just say I didn't get a warm welcome. Hopefully for neighborly sake she is nicer to you.

Charlie: which one of them? is she the blonde one?

Raquel: yeah, I think she said her name was Candice or something.

Charlie: oh

Charlie: she's a bitch, don't pay attention to her. she's probably jealous.

Raquel: jealous? Why would she be jealous? She's a knock out and if I were completely single and in a world where you didn't exist maybe I would try to hook up with her

Charlie: i don't know, it was a guess

Charlie: i know, she's hot, but i find you hotter, babe

Raquel: I don't think I'm someone pther people would be jealous of. Even if I am pretty lucky and I have you.

Raquel: you are winning a lot of boyfriend points. But since when is leggy beautiful blonde not your type?

Charlie: yesh, you're lucky bc you're with me, but you're hot and smart, so that's hitting the jackpot

Charlie: i'll be honest with you: i hooked up with her once, she became clingy and i don't do clingy

Charlie: don't worry about her, okay? she may be jealous and bitchy but i'm with you, babe

Raquel: when did you hook up with her?

Raquel: was it when we were together?

Charlie: no

Charlie: it happened at some point in those four months after we broke up. i can't recall when, but we weren't together at that point, that's for sure

Charlie: she's the only girl i regret hooking up with, and that says a lot coming from me

Raquel: right, because you have hooked up with so many girls.

Raquel: it's not that I don't appreciate your honesty. I do. I just don't know how I'm supposed to feel knowing that some girl you hooked up with a) lives so close and b) still acts like she has some sort of claim over you.

Raquel: I guess I was okay with not knowing who you hooked up with but now it's like I can picture it. You with her and I hate it because I know I shouldn't worry. I know I should just be fine with it but right now I don't know.

Raquel: I'm not upset but maybe I should go home (unsent)

Charlie: she's pretty much aware of me not wanting anyone but you at this point, so she won't make a move. or at least i hope she doesn't pull off any shit.

Charlie: the only girl i want is you, babe. isn't that enough? she may live next door, but i wouldn't go to her ever, not even if things get rough between us.

Raquel: are you 100% sure? I don't want you to wake up one day and realize that you want her and just go next door because I am in this. There is no one else for me. What happened with Nathan and us breaking up was a mistake. I know that now and I know you're saying I'm the only girl you want now, but I don't want those to be just words. You gave me time to figure things out and if you need the same then I can give you time. I just don't want you making a decision you might regret later. She isn't the only one that can be clingy or obsessive.

Charlie: babe, why are you insecure?

Charlie: sure, she's hot, she has the legs and the body and she looks like a damn model, but that means nothing to me if she's ugly inside. you're beautiful outside too, but what makes you different from her is that i fucking like you for who you are. you're beautiful inside.

Charlie: i would never go to her, i'm 100% sure of that. i don't even need time to think about it.

Raquel: I'm insecure because the fact that you're with me still baffles me. You could be with any girl in the world.

Raquel: can you just come home please?

Charlie: i could, but i chose you

Charlie: let me take the elevator and i'll be there

Raquel: i guess I choose you too. And I'm going to keep choosing you until you get sick of me.

Raquel: chop chop.

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Nancy & Rio

Nancy: I can't believe you're going along with this craziness Nancy: Oh my god, Rio Rio: I know it's fast Rio: but really, what difference does it make Nancy: It's not just fast, it's rushed Nancy: Not to sound like my mother but he should literally be at school Rio: I did tell him to go back Rio: He just wants to help with all the mess here Nancy: By leaving to jet off and get married? Yeah okay Rio: Well, obviously that's different Rio: but that's for me Nancy: My parents are gonna kill him, you do know that, right? Rio: I know Rio: but like I said, everyone knew Rio: it wasn't just empty words, we were always going to go through with it Nancy: Jesus Nancy: When he'd graduated, sure Nancy: Not now Nancy: He's not even started uni yet Rio: Give him chance to see the world and change his mind Rio: I know that's what your family wants, it's alright Nancy: If you're thinking there's a chance of it too, don't marry him Nancy: You're already engaged, everyone knows he's with you Nancy: You don't need to prove he's locked down before freshers week, like Rio: That's not why we're doing this Rio: Or how I am Nancy: Explain it to me then, 'cause lord knows he hasn't Rio: It is getting a little old, like Rio: Because we want to be married Rio: How else is there to say it Nancy: But why can't you just wait? Rio: Why should we though? Nancy: There's only a million reasons Nancy: Namely you aren't kids anymore and know how to be mature about things Nancy: Everyone would wanna be there, not tacked on as an afterthought, like Nancy: He should want to not spend all my parents money on this and wait until he's earning his own Nancy: You don't even live together Nancy: Do I actually have to go on? Rio: No you don't Rio: none of you want to be there Rio: and your parents don't specify what he's gotta do with the ridiculous amount of money they throw at him so Rio: if they wanna now it's a bit late, isn't it Nancy: That's not true Nancy: You're being unfair Nancy: Give me some credit if not them, I've been nothing but supportive Rio: I'm not saying you've not accepted that it's happening Rio: most have but no one's happy about it and that's fine Rio: can't force it but why wouldn't we want to do it alone without the pressure and background thought of all your lots bullshit, you know Nancy: No, you're just saying I wouldn't wanna be there Nancy: I love you both Rio: We'll have another one Rio: Later, with everyone Nancy: That's not the same Nancy: That's just a party Rio: What, you're really invested in the religious ceremony now or the legality of it all? Rio: It'll be the same Nancy: You're gonna be a bitch to me right now, really? Nancy: Okay fine Rio: I'm not trying to be a bitch but really Rio: it isn't an argument, stick to your former points if you like Rio: but that ain't valid Nancy: Oh my god, Buster spends all this time acting like I don't care, basically telling me I don't and now when I'm trying to show that I do neither of you want it Rio: Because it only comes up whenever y'all want us to not do something Nancy: Don't lump me in with my parents Nancy: That's so rude Rio: Sorry Rio: We told you because you are different Rio: and we weren't going to just do it and give you no warning Nancy: But not different enough that you actually want me there Nancy: Or that you don't think I need to be warned like this is the worse news ever or something Rio: It's hardly personal, come on Rio: We don't want anyone there Nancy: It's personal to me Nancy: I've only got one brother Rio: He isn't dying Rio: This doesn't need to be the thing it's becoming Rio: plenty of couples do the official wedding before the reception and all that, it's not that different Nancy: Other couples don't matter to me Nancy: And I don't know how you don't get what a big deal this is, not only that you're getting married, which is one thing Nancy: But also that you're basically doing it in secret again Rio: It's not a secret Rio: it's just for us Rio: I want to do one thing for myself Rio: all due respect this isn't about any of you Nancy: I'm not trying to make you feel bad Nancy: Or take anything away from you Nancy: Honestly Nancy: I'm just trying to get my head around this Rio: Yeah Rio: It's okay Rio: I know it's sudden, like I said Nancy: I know he really wants this Nancy: I could tell Nancy: I just Nancy: Is anything ever gonna calm down with this family, or? Rio: Probably not Rio: Looking unlikely Nancy: If you're happy that's all I want Nancy: Oversimplified maybe but Rio: I know it's not going to make you happy Rio: I'm just trying to say Rio: do you have to be unhappy about it, like Rio: it's not the worst thing, yeah Nancy: I'm not unhappy, I was just shocked Nancy: This is my brother you're marrying, you know Nancy: It's not exactly typical of him Rio: I know Rio: I know it's weird, like I am aware Rio: but it just is, you know Nancy: I understand Nancy: You want what you want Nancy: You can't unwant it 'cause someone else tells you to or isn't happy about it Nancy: You shouldn't have to Nancy: You literally don't have to, like Rio: Yeah Rio: Pretty much Rio: I'm sorry Nancy: Don't apologize Nancy: I couldn't just not be gay when I was getting bullied for it Nancy: I'm glad I don't like boys, believe me Nancy: Buster's the happiest he's ever been, you did that. So don't be sorry Rio: I didn't mean for any of this to happen Rio: to like him, I just did Rio: but I can't live an apology when I don't feel it anymore Nancy: I know Nancy: You love each other, you don't get to control that Nancy: And its a good thing, even when it doesn't feel like it Nancy: Who wants to be alone? To fight against what they want? Nancy: You're happy so be it Rio: Thanks, Nance Rio: You know we love you too Nancy: I know you do Nancy: Jury's still out on him Rio: Nah Rio: He does Nancy: Today maybe Nancy: 'Cause I'm not gonna tell mum and ruin his life Rio: Least wait 'til we're outta the country Rio: wouldn't put it past her to get us on the no-fly list Nancy: I'm gonna let her see all his bragging on the socials instead Nancy: More fun that way Nancy: "Your classroom looks suspiciously tropical, Buster" Nancy: While Dad just hits him with "Cool pic" Rio: 😂 Rio: Gonna laugh whilst I can Nancy: Me too Nancy: On the plus side, I think you've taken the heat off me at least until I graduate, so thanks Rio: Easy Rio: if I live to cause more turmoil you're very welcome Rio: what are the hated daughter-in-laws for after-all Nancy: 😂 Nancy: Oh honey, once you're married in you're gonna wish she hated you Nancy: She's gonna get so invested in your life Nancy: Can't have you ruining his, after all Rio: I'll take it Rio: Didn't stick around for career's advice and I could do worse, like Nancy: True Nancy: I'm just basking in the joy of knowing it literally doesn't matter who I bring home Nancy: Oh the freedom Rio: 😏 Rio: Charming Nancy: You know what I mean Nancy: I could be fucking my therapist and it'd be sidelined by this Rio: Well Rio: are you Nancy: Gross Nancy: No Rio: That's alright then Nancy: But she constantly says I need to be single for a while, so she clearly wants me for herself Rio: Deffo Nancy: Like, excuse you, Diane, I've been single for 18 years near enough Nancy: 1 girlfriend, honey, we've talked about it, get with the program Rio: Basically a nun Rio: out here calling you a dirty jezzie Nancy: Yeah, I know Nancy: Thank god you're giving me time to find a date for the other wedding Nancy: Clearly I'll need it, or a new therapist Rio: If you're moving Diane in, then yeah Rio: Unprofessional Nancy: Lord Nancy: She is so not the one Nancy: I think I hate her? Is that meant to be a thing? Rio: Probably Rio: You're stubborn and she's essentially telling you what to do Nancy: It's even worse Nancy: She makes me tell myself 🙄 Rio: Yeah Rio: Smug, init Nancy: It really is Nancy: Ugh enough about me Nancy: When are you going? What are you wearing? Rio: Brazil Rio: and Christ knows, oddly I don't have a wedding dress just hanging about Rio: I'll find one there, I guess Nancy: The question was when, he told me where but he hadn't got that far Nancy: I think he thinks you're gonna call it off unless you've made it to the actual plane Nancy: Just don't get married in a white bikini, yeah? Rio: Oh, my bad Rio: Head is truly all over the place Rio: Well, I am that tacky Nancy: 😲 take that back right now Nancy: You are not Nancy: This isn't the mindset Rio: Do you wanna like, moodboard my shotgun wedding for me? 😂 Rio: That's what I'm hearing here Nancy: UM YES Nancy: Get some Chanel and YSL involved, like Rio: Noted Rio: Whether that's the old or new depends how skint we're feeling once we're there, clearly Nancy: It's got to be classic or I'm disowning you Nancy: I'll allow you to save the real designer labels for the big day, bit of Vera or whoever but I can only budge so far, sorry Nancy: The silhouette is still everything even if he's the only one seeing it Rio: 😂 Rio: That's what I'm saying, stick with the bikini Rio: He'll be blown away Nancy: 🙄🙄 Nancy: That's so disgustingly true as well Nancy: Men Rio: Oh please Rio: Like you wouldn't wanna see your wifey like that Nancy: I'm not getting married ever but if I did, that woman better dress up for me Nancy: Whole 9 yards Nancy: Did you see my mother's wedding dress? Iconic Rio: Hmm Rio: Maybe you're right Rio: Great, now I gotta stress about that Rio: Thanks bitch 😜 Nancy: I would say sorry but I'm not Nancy: You can wear a bikini any time, you'll be going for like a week + Nancy: Besides, he's the kind of boy who actually appreciates clothes Nancy: Labels anyway Rio: I blame you entirely Nancy: Not sorry, again Rio: You can explain my sudden cold feet to him then Nancy: Gladly Nancy: Me and him haven't argued in so long Rio: 😑 Nancy: It would get something back to normal, that's all I'm saying Rio: Who wants normal? Nancy: Um Nancy: Me Rio: Nah Rio: Only 'cos you ain't had it Rio: No fun, trust Nancy: Alright, Diane 2.0 😏 Rio: Don't get ideas Rio: I know you love me but Nancy: 😂 Nancy: Are we gonna have time to do a hen before you go or are you literally flying out when you close this convo? Rio: Who? Me, you and Indie Rio: That would be interesting Nancy: Well, just me and you then Rio: I don't actually know, I'll have to check Rio: I know we were planning for asap but might've given himself a day to pack Rio: you know how it is Nancy: Tell him he can come to the spa too, he'll make time for that Rio: Yeah? Rio: Alright, prep us for the long ass flight Nancy: He loves a facial as much as I do, more probably Nancy: Not to mention a massage Rio: 😏 Rio: Know I'm meant to be mature and everything but Rio: lmao Nancy: DO NOT Nancy: So gross Rio: You said it! Rio: I can't help that Nancy: And you know exactly how I meant it 😒 Nancy: Just 'cause neither of us should be in white dresses no need to disgust me, thanks Rio: 😂 Rio: I'm not sorry Nancy: Well, please change your mind on that Nancy: 'Cause I'm too gay and too related for this, like Rio: That doesn't work getting you out of family functions, it's not gonna work now, babe Nancy: So mean Nancy: Okay fine I'm too single for this Rio: Aww Rio: I don't think we should go to that kinda spa Rio: too weird even for me Nancy: Oh god Nancy: 🙈🙉 Rio: What are hen parties for? Rio: I see why you're so keen now Nancy: I've never been to one Nancy: Thankfully Ro didn't get that far Rio: Shame Rio: I'd have loved to get her a stripper Nancy: 😂 Nancy: Librarian or something Rio: Sexy Rio: Drew probably would've done it Rio: the actual horror Nancy: I just choked on my coffee Nancy: and I'm this close to throwing up Nancy: But it's helped me think of the best stripper for her Nancy: Jesus himself Nancy: Sexily removes crown of thorns Rio: STOP Rio: Nothing hotter than blasphemy Nancy: I WISH I COULD Nancy: Help me actual Jesus Rio: He ain't gon' save you now Rio: fully looking the other way Nancy: Turning that chiseled jaw line 💔 Rio: Gutted Rio: Yeah, you gay, but you're a fellow ginge Rio: no loyalty Nancy: No way he was ginger Nancy: Or that he looked as much like a woman as he does in the art Rio: You should be living for femme Jesus Nancy: I didn't say I wasn't Nancy: Just that it's unlikely Rio: If you wanna chat theology, hit up your auntie fr Nancy: No thanks Nancy: I've done enough babysitting of them both recently Rio: Fun Rio: I just can't wait for the 2 month update when she tells us about all the things Astrid can do Rio: like, blink, cry, shit Nancy: Don't Nancy: There'll be a newsletter Nancy: Why do you think I wanna come to brazil? I'm planning to stay away until the christening is a distant memory Nancy: She's been planning it since before the baby came out, I swear Rio: Gotta get into heaven, mama Rio: the christening dress, good lord Rio: at least she's a girl, the poor baby boys Nancy: Right? Nancy: She wants to approve my outfit too Nancy: Excuse me, who am I? When have I ever made a faux pas Rio: 😂 Unlucky Rio: No showing your knees in church, bitch Nancy: 😒 Nancy: Poor Diane, it's all she's heard about 'cause I'm furious Nancy: Like, I'm not even joking I've had to send her links of what I'm going buy and she's said no to several looks Rio: The cheek Rio: you can't dress code a christening Nancy: Do you see Buster sending her pics of suits, no you do not Nancy: Golden boy could turn up topless in speedos and she wouldn't care Rio: Fresh from Ipanema Rio: She's gonna be 💔 about this wedding forreal Nancy: At least her and mum can bond over it Nancy: Break their silence Nancy: 🙄 Rio: Yeah? Rio: I knew my mum said it'd been pretty quiet Nancy: Better than them screaming at each other Nancy: Astrid doesn't need that Rio: I guess Rio: Was never going to be a joyous time was it Nancy: Not really Nancy: I don't blame you for wanting to leave Rio: Not like I'm allowed 'round that drama anyway Rio: got enough, still Nancy: Yeah Rio: Ah well Nancy: Feel free to join me in therapy Nancy: Buster won't Rio: You're good Rio: Wouldn't know where to begin, like Nancy: It's not as if I did either Nancy: I still don't Rio: Does it help? Nancy: I don't know Nancy: It doesn't, not help, if that makes sense Nancy: Like, I don't feel any worse Nancy: So maybe? Rio: It ain't hurting at least Nancy: Yeah Nancy: And I'll take that Nancy: It's weirdly nice to have someone to talk to, who's not too busy to really listen Rio: Yeah Rio: It makes sense Rio: and someone who odds on has a chance of knowing what they're chatting Nancy: It does make you feel less crazy when they don't look at you like 😲😲😲 Rio: Can't teach that poker face in Psych 101 Nancy: I thought I had a good one but she's taken it well and truly up a notch Rio: I think about the bad things too much as is though, never mind setting aside time for that shit Nancy: Me too Nancy: I could not feel more self indulgent, believe me Rio: Nah Rio: I think it's a good thing Rio: I just don't want to Nancy: I get it Nancy: Most days I don't want to, still Nancy: If she'd just let me text her I'd never go, like Rio: You just want her personal number, babe Nancy: 😂 Nancy: I told you, she's not the one Rio: Whatever you say, honey Nancy: Shush, bitch Rio: 😂 Nancy: I've text my brother about the spa, if I don't hear back I'll assume he's already got you in the air Nancy: Or, you know, he's being a prick Rio: 👍 Rio: I'll confirm either with a plane selfie Rio: or lack of, obvs Rio: Can you like Rio: just keep an eye on Indie when we are gone Rio: you don't have to do anything but she was a bit gutted so Rio: Everyone else will be too but yeah Nancy: Sure Nancy: Do you want me to text you updates spy style or do you want blissful ignorance? Rio: Put it this way Rio: Unless it's an emergency I can sort from Brazil Rio: I don't really want disturbing Rio: but you know the drill actual, keep an eye, tell the olders if she needs nagging into coming home for tea Nancy: Gross but fair Nancy: Okay Rio: Come on Rio: It's my honeymoon, what do you think gonna happen Nancy: I know what will I just don't need to think about my brother being the one doing it to you or with you Nancy: Thanks Rio: Don't be blowing up my phone then babe 😘 Nancy: You wish Rio: You know Rio: Forever holding out hope Nancy: It's fine, we don't need to make it competitive, I'm better Rio: 😂 Rio: That's the spirit Nancy: It's less of a brag more of a fact, really Nancy: Not saying you should dump him and marry me but Rio: Well if that's not what you're saying, why are you saying it at all? Nancy: I'm just saying if you did you know you wouldn't regret it, babe 😏 Rio: I would when you leave me high n dry and 💔 Nancy: Rude Nancy: I would never Rio: Sure 😏 Rio: Say that now Nancy: You're breaking my heart now! The love is real Rio: What can I say? Rio: Can't even hypothetically do him like that Nancy: So cute Rio: Yeah yeah Nancy: I better text him again to find out what he's planning to wear Nancy: Be awkward now if he didn't put the effort in, like Rio: You can bond over it Rio: you 🤓s Nancy: Like you're too cool to care, yeah? Nancy: You love to look good, too Rio: This? Rio: So effortless, naturally Nancy: You can fool him with that, but not me Rio: Rude Nancy: Now you know how the slander feels Nancy: I'm off to cry over the one that got away, obviously 😏 Nancy: Doubting my devotion Rio: Now I know why I don't go out with women Rio: fuck you knowing all my secrets, no thanks Rio: but okay then, see you getting a facial or not 😜 Nancy: Nobody knows all mine Nancy: Work on your excuses for why we can't be together before I see you next, yeah? Rio: Diane's working on it Nancy: She wishes Nancy: I'm not planning on seeing her every week for the rest of my life Rio: 💔 Nancy: That's my reputation, amongst other things so Rio: Gotta keep up appearances, babe Rio: Lord knows we're letting the side down Nancy: Anything for you, my love Rio: 💘 Nancy: You can invite Indie to the spa too, I promise not to seduce her in the sauna or anything Rio: I should hope the fuck not Rio: Not just jealousy talking Nancy: I should hope not Nancy: But I just mean, don't not invite her on my account, you know Rio: Of course Rio: I dunno what she'd make of it but I'll defs invite her Nancy: We might make a convert of her Nancy: The gay agenda Rio: Truly Rio: I just hope your brother is bringing back food she can eat Nancy: He's lived with you guys long enough Nancy: Must have a clue by now Nancy: I know he's a man but he's one with a brain Rio: And tastes that range beyond Maccas but Rio: he does his best, bless him Nancy: 😂 Nancy: I won't tell him if you don't Nancy: Big enough head, like Rio: That I can manage to keep from him, like Rio: Probably Nancy: You went from definitely to maybe so fast I didn't even get to challenge it Nancy: Disgustingly cute Rio: Progress from just plain disgusting Rio: I'll take it Nancy: I mean, you'll always be in hetero hell but Rio: 😏 Rio: I promise, it's not that bad Nancy: um okay sure Nancy: Unlikely story Rio: 😂 Rio: Not gonna make you try it, it's alright Nancy: You couldn't Nancy: We're over the age of sitting around getting dared to kiss Rio: Sure, you're saying that tonight Nancy: I'm saying that every night if you're offering me a man Rio: Suit yaself, butch Nancy: I will Nancy: Your taste is questionable, babe Nancy: Buster McKenna, of all people Rio: I've done considerably worse but that makes the bit less funny so Rio: go off Nancy: Thanks for letting me have my moment there Rio: Gotta get that best man material out somehow Nancy: Oh god Nancy: Am I gonna have to make a speech? Rio: Say what you like Rio: your brother would never hate you that much Nancy: I'll take that Rio: Though if you get pissed Rio: no stopping you Nancy: 🤐 Rio: I hope so, bitch Nancy: I'll have a date to impress/behave for, won't I? So Rio: Good luck 'cos doubt the rest will be on same orders Rio: dread to think 🙄 Nancy: Lord, don't put off the fictional lady before I've even properly thought her up Rio: My bad, my bad Rio: we're all totally sane and respectable Nancy: The numbers alone is intimidating without having to consider any of the personalities attached Nancy: Actually gonna die alone Rio: Not saying keeping it in the family is the way forward but at least I don't have to introduce him Nancy: I just loled Nancy: Won't be explaining that one to my barista Nancy: No offense Rio: Sure the town's already said it's piece on this one Nancy: Undoubtedly Nancy: School is even more fun now, like Rio: Soz Nancy: You really sound it, babe Nancy: I don't care, its not as if I have friends here anyway Nancy: Other than in the family Rio: Well, they'll find a reason to chat shit on us regardless Rio: Always have Nancy: Yeah Nancy: It's no different from my old school other than the accents they use when they slag you off Rio: Basically Rio: It's all the same shit Rio: why you think I left Nancy: I hope that wasn't the only reason Rio: Well no Rio: 'Course not Rio: There was just no reason to be there Nancy: Like Chlo Nancy: Did Buster tell you she left? Rio: Yeah Rio: I'm not secretly pregnant with a baby that's taking it's time though Rio: just FYI Nancy: Me either Nancy: I only kissed her, I swear Nancy: He must be so relieved she's gone though Rio: Yeah, seriously Nancy: I can't believe her and James haven't broken up yet Nancy: I bet he's glad he doesn't have to see as much of her too Rio: Must be a record, right? Rio: Way they all bedhop Rio: Be gladder when the baby's here and he ain't tied to it 24/7 Nancy: 100% they are both cheating Nancy: Well, if anyone will have them Rio: Probably a little hard to pull when you're clearly heavily preggo Nancy: I have no idea how far along she even is Nancy: But the morals in that friendship circle, it wouldn't surprise me if his friends were still hooking up with her Rio: I'm not totally sure myself Rio: bit over half way, I feel? Rio: It's actually gross Rio: like we've all had crossovers but never on purpose like Rio: it's like a weird badge of honour or something idk Rio: posh people love swinging, facts Nancy: But you two are the ones being incestuous, okay Nancy: Everything they do is way grosser Nancy: Buster is well out of it, so thanks Rio: If nothing else Rio: Stopped the likes of Millie Tillie being your sis in law Nancy: Yeah Nancy: He could've been the one having a baby with Chloe Nancy: Imagine Nancy: But don't, 'cause NO Rio: Easily Rio: I try not to, yeah Nancy: Making myself shudder in public Nancy: Thank god he isn't that stupid Rio: She didn't really give him a choice either way Rio: you know he was out of it Nancy: Obviously, but he would have used a condom though that's like muscle memory to him at this point the amount of girls he's been with Rio: If it were that simple no one'd be getting pregnant, babe Nancy: None of his conquests have Nancy: I'll give him that Rio: Shh Rio: Harshing my vibe, babe Nancy: Sorry Rio: S'all good Nancy: You seem happy Nancy: All things considered Rio: I am Rio: with him, like Nancy: And he is too Nancy: I know Rio: Good Rio: What more can I ask for, like Nancy: I'm sorry if I was being a judgey bitch before Nancy: I'm not trying to channel my auntie, honestly Rio: You weren't Rio: like, you were but in a valid way considering Nancy: I'm just trying to look out for you both Nancy: It's weird in the middle Nancy: I know if it was me instead of you, you would too Nancy: But I can't stand in the way, I know that Nancy: And I don't really want to if it's what you both want Nancy: Which obviously Rio: I know that, I swear Rio: You haven't done anything I wouldn't Rio: There's no way to prove this is the right thing but time so Nancy: You'd go way harder than me Nancy: But yeah Rio: Taking it as a compliment Rio: regardless of how it was intended Nancy: It was meant as one Nancy: You're a bad bitch, you know I love that about you Rio: 💘 Rio: You know how to win me 'round Nancy: I'd hope so Nancy: I've been around you long enough Rio: Yeah, no one's accusing me of being mysterious Nancy: Me either, don't worry Rio: Oh to be afforded the luxury Nancy: Let's call it overrated Rio: Seems like a suitably bad bitch thing to do Rio: I'm alright w it Nancy: Good to know Nancy: 'Cause it's a thing now Nancy: We're running with it Rio: Oh, Buster's back Nancy: Tell the prick to text me back Rio: Will do, I'll direct quote you Rio: Better go though, don't wanna let my food go cold Nancy: Thanks Nancy: Yeah sure that's the reason Nancy: I'm gay not blind Rio: You said it, sister 😍 Nancy: I'm not saying he's hot, I'm saying you think so Nancy: Before you go there Nancy: Anyway go Rio: 💋