my fair lady: chapter twenty
i'm just gonna say it: you gotta read these first. @romeoandjulietyouwish, this is your legacy, i guess.
She dresses quickly and silently, not wanting to draw the attention of whichever guard is at her door tonight. She picks a simple, brown dress, something she wears when she helps tend the castle gardens, and layers over it a black cloak. With her hair rolled up and tucked under the hood, she's unrecognizable.
She opens the secret door that Vax has not traversed since their return to Zephrah, making sure it closes silently behind her, and, with a single candlestick in one hand, begins to descend into the catacombs. She has only been down here but once before, many months ago, but Vax has described the path a few times, so while it takes some investigation and backtracking, she manages to make her way to the steps that lead up into the store cupboard that Vax uses to start his journey. She pushes up on the trapdoor, knocking over the old bucket that sits atop it, which clangs to one side. She lowers the trapdoor again and freezes, listening for any movement above. After a full five minutes, she determines that no one is coming to check out the commotion, and she proceeds up into the store cupboard.
She snuffs out her flame and leaves it on a shelf before poking her head out into the corridor. At this time of night, nearly all of the kitchen staff is asleep, save for a few scullery maids doing the last of the day's cleaning. It is easy enough for her to slip past them and out onto the grounds. Despite having grown up relatively sheltered, Keyleth has some experience sneaking out of the castle, usually to go visit the sprawling cherry tree that she and her father planted atop a nearby hill to commemorate her mother's passing. It takes some doing, but she manages to slink her way along the outer wall and through a little door near the stables.
From there, it's about a ten minutes walk to the actual city of Zephrah, and then the hard part: finding the cottage. She's had it pointed it out to her once or twice, in one of her many trips into the city to work with healers during the war, but that was during the day, and now, under the light of a waning moon, she must put her memory to the test to navigate the dark streets and remain unseen at the same time.
She finds the place by the large banner hanging out front: a black field with the four interlocking triangles of gold, the symbol of the Royal Guard. Keyleth knows that they display this banner to let their neighbors know that they always have a safe place to come to should they need one. Keyleth scurries up the front door, keeping her hood low around her face, and knocks.
After about twenty seconds, the door swings open, revealing a quaint interior lit by a dying fire. "Good even—Keyleth?"
Vax's jaw hangs low as Keyleth sheepishly waves. "Good evening."
He grabs her arm and yanks her unceremoniously inside, slamming the door shut behind her. "Have you lost your mind?" he snaps, fixing the lock before prying open the curtain on the front window to check the street. "You shouldn't be here!"
Keyleth lowers her hood and stands in the middle of Vax and Vex's little cottage, which somehow looks exactly and nothing like she had imagined. "I needed to speak with you."
Seemingly assured that she was not followed, Vax wheels on her, a deep frown set on his face. "My shift begins in the morning, Your Highness," he says rather coldly.
Her nostrils flare. "I needed to speak with you now."
"And what could possibly be so important that you were willing to risk your life to come here to tell me?"
Keyleth was not expecting this hostility from him, and it's beginning to make her blood boil. She tosses a glance over her shoulder. "Where is your sister?"
"She is with Lord Percival." Keyleth can hear the thinly veiled jealousy in his voice. "Why?"
"Because I'm tired!" Keyleth exclaims with a humorless laugh. "I am tired of the running and the hiding and the pretending. I'm tired of going through the motions of my life as if I am not in the most acute agony I can imagine."
Vax takes a step back. "Key—Your Highness..."
"Please," she begs, "please, just—is this to be my life? Locked away in a castle, alone in that room, remembering the way your hands feel in my hair? The way your smile eases my racing heart? Am I to be condemned to misery and solitude because you have taken my heart with you wherever you go? Is that the price of the crown? Because if so, I don't want it! I refuse it!"
"Princess, please." Vax's voice breaks with desperation. "You were right, we have to be better—"
"Better than what? All of them?" She throws her hands out to gesture all around her, toward the Ashari citizens asleep in their homes. "All of these people who wake up and love each other and create families that they can be proud of? I'm not better than them! I envy them, and I am tired of the envy."
"I'm leaving," he says abruptly, his jaw clenched tight.
Keyleth freezes, tears streaming down her face. "What?" she breathes.
"As soon as I am able to request a moment of your father's time, I will be volunteering for the manhunt for Gaben Finefirn. I am exceptionally well-suited for the task and it will take me far from Zephrah."
"You mean far from me."
Finally, Vax's harsh exterior cracks. She sees it in his eyes, the flash of pain, the cut to the quick. What is she to say to this? She could beg him not to leave—she is very much not above falling to her knees in supplication—but if freedom is what he desires, then who could she be to deny him that?
Vax begins to pace, a tight, tense line between the fireplace and the opposite wall. Keyleth watches him in silence, a treed squirrel eying the pacing dog below. "Why did you come here?" he eventually grits out, coming to a stop near the hearth and running a stressed hand through his hair. "What...what did you hope to accomplish? Nothing has changed, Your Highness. You are still to be the sovereign of a nation, and I am a common guard."
"There is nothing common about you," she argues, her voice quiet. "There is nothing common about your devotion to this country, to the service of my family. There is nothing common about how keenly you know every thought in my head before I speak it aloud. There is nothing common about your skills or your talent or the way in which you wield them to make the world safer, kinder, gentler. There is nothing common about the way my breath catches every time you look at me, like for the briefest moment, time has stopped, and we are the only two left on this earth. You, Vax'ildan, are extraordinary, and if you truly believe that you are unworthy of me because of our difference in station, then I have failed as someone who loves you with all of her heart. I only hope that someday I can be worthy of your exquisite affections, of the love that you have graced me with these past months."
Vax stares at her, eyes wide and bright, the waning fire dancing in his irises. Countless emotions play across his face—bewilderment, confusion, hope, sorrow, heartbreak, joy, frustration—but his features settle on something soft, something fragile. She knows that whatever happens next, it has the potential to shatter them both, and despite the madness of the tension, she wishes this heartbeat of possibility could go on forever.
"Keyleth—" Her name has always sounded like a symphony on his tongue. "—I adore you in more ways than the cleverest poet could ever hope to describe. It has been easy for me to tell you, as many times as I have, that I would die for you, gladly, eagerly, because it is a truth that does not scare me. But what I have never allowed myself to say aloud is how desperately I want to live for you." Tears fall afresh from Keyleth's eyes as a small gasp escapes her. "I wish to spend every single one of the days that the gods see fit for me have left by your side, in awe of your splendor, in service of your great mission here among your people. I want to worship you like the zealot reveres his god and I want to hold you until the last bricks of civilization decay into dust. I want to risk everything, because you are everything."
"Then do it!" Keyleth strides up to him and takes both of his hands in hers. "We have been trying to protect each other from the world for far too long. I think it is time to give the world a chance to prove itself better than either of us believe it to be." She looks him in the eyes, takes a deep breath, and says, "Vax'ildan Vessar, will you marry me?"
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I have a new essay for everyone its called "OFMD S2 is an insult to Con O'Neill both as a person and his legacy in his acting career as a queer man"
Like, this man did not spend his ENTIRE FUCKING CAREER playing almost exclusively openly queer or heavily, heavily coded queer characters to be treated like this??? In fucking 2023??????? He got better, more queer happy endings in the 80s and 2000s, the fuck?
I think it's incredibly telling that David felt like he had to hide what he was doing with Iz' character arc from Con till it was too late in filming. Hey, hey David? What did you think he was gonna do if he knew beforehand what was happening?? David? David do you think he would've walked? Do you think he would've used his leverage both as the fan favorite and integral part of the story to demand BETTER from you and everyone else writing the show?
Con has been making queer art since the fucking 80s when he was in his 20s. He has openly talked about trans rights and the fight against homophobia that we have been fighting for years and decades. I can't imagine what kind of push back he had to deal with to get all the gay shit he was doing to come to fruition. I can guarantee that at least part of the reason he doesn't have as big of a career as he absolutely deserves is because of how openly queer he has been since the start. I think if Con had been allowed to have some input in the direction of Izzy's character that something like this wouldn't have happened, at least not this messily and uncompassionate.
I legit can't imagine how fucked he must've felt after being given the genuinely very beautiful Unicorn scene and then be casually taken aside and told "lolol anyway Izzy is gonna die now, without love and without the acceptance he had already been given". But at least he was given a cuddle????
Anyway watch Dancin' Thru The Dark. Its on YouTube and it's about an openly genderqueer/bi man who goes on a sad but fun music adventure and it's actually really really good. Con sings and its a fucking bop AND he doesn't die at the end or watch Bedrooms And Hallways, it's a fun romcom about a found family of all queer people doing stupid gay shit. Also you can see Hugo Weaving's entire dick and balls in one scene and if that's not better gay rep then ofmd s2 then idk what is
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