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Timeline 12 March 2024 - June 2024

For completeness and to consult when there’s discussion about his whereabouts. In addition to the previous timelines.

Timeline 12 covers 2 March 2024 - 29 June 2024

For previous dates see timeline 11

On 2 March he's at the Hyrox races in Glasgow, some fan pics were posted. He was registered and results showed up on the website, but it's unclear if he competed himself or someone else in his slot as he never posted any pics

In the weeks after he stays in Scotland a fan pic was taken on March 6th in Doune

Same day he posted some stories from Loch Lubnaig, recording a promo for MoM and getting interviewed by Charlotte Reather at his home for The Field magazine.

On 17 March he posts a story showing the St. Patrick Parade in London. A day later Paul Telfer posts a pic saying he met Sam in London over the weekend. Another fan pic taken on 20 March shows he's still in London.

On 21 March Starz finally get the word out OL S7b will be released in November, fans are not happy. Most likely they recorded the same day a promo showing S8 production started Monday 25 March,

while we already saw he was back home on Friday 22 March by a story, and a post on 24 March, the last one recorded over the weekend

More fan service posted on 1 April by Starz and confirmation of a 4 day break over Easter, back to work on Tuesday 2 April

On 13 April he's at Landcon 6 in Paris where he tells they've been filming S8 for 3 weeks now. Lots of videos and pics are shared as well as a live blog (also see my archive)

The next day he's registered for Hyrox Cologne but doesn't turn up, instead he's spotted by 2 fans in Paris. He flies back the evening of 14 April to Edinburgh

On 21 April he's spotted in Edinburgh by 2 fans, he apparently is there to treat his OL team on a lunch at Tony Singh's Supperclub in Edinburgh. In the evening he's spotted again

The next day on Monday evening 22 April he visits Midhope Castle with AN, where he's gifted some socks, but everyone is more curious what he's holding in his hands as it looks like a map or documents!

On 25 April he's in Edinburgh getting interviewed, two youtube videos are posted on 24 May

The weekend of 27 & 28 April is the MPC Gala weekend, lots of videos and pics are posted from the workout session on Saturday evening and the Peaker Games at Murray Filed on Sunday and the closing Gala. (see my archive for more footage)

On 30 April, his birthday he gets his birthday cake at the read through of Block 2 S8.

On 4 May he posts a couple of selfies showing he's in London. The same day a fan spots him in Kensington having lunch with SHer. He went to see her race at the Hyrox event in the same area, he didn't compete himself despite being registered (again)

It's unclear if he has been on set the week after, there are some doubts. Though he seems to be (back) home on 14 May when he posts a story from a magazine which shows his kitchen counter on the background.

The next day 15 May, he's clearly back on set showing his trailer which seems to be decorated during his absence by a costume designer (he tags). It's food for jokes during the next days and week.

On 24 May he posted a video announcing from the decorated trailer he'll be at Top Shelf in SF on October 5&6.

On 29 May an article is published by JJ of him holding hands on Dean street in London with a 'mystery woman', which caused quite some stir, he even adjusts the settings on his IG for some days

On 30 May he drives Dries Vos around Glasgow on his motorbike as if nothing happened.

On 1 June (OL Day) a teaser for S7b is released and a final date is announced (22 November)

On 2 June he posts a video and pics from a Kayak trip he apparently had the day before with some of crew members

On 5 June he posted a video joking about Taylor Swift who's going to give some concerts during the next weekend in Edinburgh which most of the cast will attend per his saying

On 7 June he apparently attended a concert of James at the OvoHydro in Glasgow. Most likely with a crew member as that person posted about it as well

On 8 June the main cast of OL and Maril and publisher Louisa attended the Eras Tour Concert from Taylor Swift in Edinburgh. Many posted their videos and pictures (more in archive)

The weekend of 15 June he stayed at the Avochie Estate where he spent an afternoon fly-fishing on the River Deveron

On 21 June he posted a story showing the new Mudlarking book from his kitchen counter

On 23 June he did a self-guided mountainbike ride at Comrie Croft, some fans posted a picture at the Tea Garden at Comrie

On 29 June he attended (again) the Giorgio Armani Tennisclassics. He was spotted seating in the audience next to a woman who turned out to be Alice P. showing some PDA

Other timelines:

Pre Hawaii timeline

Timeline 1 August 2020 Timeline 2 September 2021 Timeline 3 February 2022 Timeline 4 August 2022 Timeline 5 October 2022 Timeline 6 January 2023 Timeline 7 April 2023 Timeline 8 June 2023 Timeline 9 August 2023 Timeline 10 October 2023 Timeline 11 December 2023

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gasoline in your heart ch.9/10 | soap/ghost/könig

read on ao3 | first ~ next | ch wc: 4.5k, total 34k | completed

tags: smut, eventual ot3, fwbs to lovers, porn with feelings, jealous!ghost

dead dove time*: this fic as a whole features a brief mention of a past suicide attempt, briefly graphic past child abuse (not CSA), past abuse of alcohol and present alcohol use, and at times dubious consent (consuming alcohol and engaging in sexual activities; dubcon voyeurism; dubcon sexting)

*this chapter features a detailed description of a panic attack and dubcon for drunk sex, proceed with care

summary: soap and ghost start hooking up; soap and könig have apparently been hooking up; ghost doesn't know how to deal with it (eventual polycule)

preview: He’s unsure if König would want to be touched during something like this, but the panic attack shows no signs of abating, König’s breaths coming harsher as he begins to choke and sputter. In a desperate attempt to de-escalate the situation, Simon places a hand flat on König’s chest under the flap of the vest and over his heart, which he can feel racing under his palm through the thin fabric of his shirt.

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Simon smokes his second cigarette of the night alone on the terrace, off to the side and obscured from view of the flat where the party rages inside and has started to spill out onto the patio. 

He’s not as pissed as he had been with Bam on Christmas, but he’s getting there. He’d downed two bourbons before Soap had even introduced them to Leo, the host of the party, a friend Soap had met in Basic. 

The flat is more of a penthouse really, taking up the entirety of the topmost floor, easily the size of an aircraft hangar. It’s a traditional open concept layout decked out in shimmering gold tinsel and bursting with hanging wisteria. Leo’s even placed a stage and hired a DJ, the vastness of the space making for a perfect venue, especially with all the furniture cleared from the living area. A catering staff work frantically in the large kitchen with smartly dressed servers carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres and crystal flutes of champagne to glitzy and increasingly sloppy partygoers. 

Soap’s generous estimate of at most twenty guests had been laughably wrong. At least seventy people are in attendance, with more still filing in through the ornate french doors that lead into Leo’s penthouse. The flat is full to bursting as guests are forced onto the terrace to accommodate the press of bodies, all of whom are dressed to the nines in floor length gowns and designer suits. It’s more sequins, rhinestones, and feathers than Simon has ever seen in one place in his life. As the evening’s progressed, he’s come to realize the whole affair is less of a party, more like an exclusive event, the scope of which was severely albeit unintentionally downplayed when Soap had presented the plans that morning. 

Soap had apologized profusely when they’d driven past the building of flats in search of parking, where flapper girls and their sheiks lined the pavement waiting to be admitted by the doorman who was checking names from a clipboard. König’s demeanor had shuttered upon the realization that this was far from an intimate gathering, but he’d insisted on toughing it out. They were already dressed and here after all, and said as long as Soap didn’t leave his side he’d be fine. Simon had felt a pang of sympathy for König, a tenuous thread of solidarity. König probably longed for the veil in the same way Simon longed for his mask, for different reasons perhaps but each finding the same solace in facelessness. 

They–Soap and König–are somewhere inside, Simon having ditched them when he’d reached his limit of making nice. Soap had acquainted both König and Simon to Leo and his various other friends, artsy types from Edinburgh Soap knows through some of the local galleries he’d done art shows at. Simon had wanted to run for the terrace at the first introduction of König as Soap’s boyfriend and Simon as Soap’s friend-slash-coworker. Simon knows it’s a foolish thing to be upset over, knows that Soap knows they’re so much more than that, but they haven’t really talked about labels. In that moment, it’s like he backslid from all the progress he’d made earlier in the day, feeling out of place all over again. 

Two hours had dragged painfully, Simon attempting to socialize, answering questions about their line of work as vaguely as possible as he downed drink after drink, hoping to quell the nervous buzz under his skin. It had come to a head when Leo had commented privately to Simon on Soap and König’s relationship, how Leo had been hearing about this boyfriend for some time but had yet to meet him, how delighted he is to see Soap finally settling down with someone. Simon had excused himself from the conversation and made a hasty escape, as stealthy as could be despite his drunken state and figuring no one would notice his absence anyway. In all honesty, he’s rather content to sit this one out. 

The city lights twinkle before him like ships breaking apart in a dark sea. He’s long since ditched his suit jacket and removed his tie to unbutton his collar, doesn’t recall where he left them, and he’s sipping his seventh bourbon between puffs of his cigarette. From inside, he can hear the speedy bass-thump of some electroswing song. They’ve got a little under an hour until midnight, and Simon has no intention of seeking out Soap and König before they do what they’ve come here to accomplish, which is ring in the New Year together. 

As he mopes and drinks away his solitude, he hears the approaching sound of footsteps, dress shoes tapping out a rapid beat as they grow louder on the approach. Suddenly, König rounds the corner where Simon’s been hiding. Simon can hear his ragged breaths, his chest stuttering as he fights to inhale, loud even over the music from inside. König’s lost his suit jacket and his glasses, and he’s got both hands pressed over his face, covering his eyes. He doesn’t notice Simon as he comes into view. 

“Oi,” Simon says, abandoning his glass and cig on the ledge to brace his feet and square his shoulders in time to catch König before he barrels into him. 

“Öha,” König gasps, grabbing Simon’s forearms to steady himself. He can barely force the word out, throat constricted. Without his hands covering his face, his eyes are huge and wet, and he can’t quite meet Simon’s gaze. 

“You alright?”

König barks out a deranged laugh, answer clear as he moves out of Simon’s grip to slam his back against the brick façade and sink to the ground, knees pulled up tight to his chest, looking impossibly small as he brings his hands up to cover his face again. Simon crouches in front of him, concern creasing his brow as König hyperventilates. 

“Here,” Simon says, already reaching for König’s tie. “Can I loosen this?” König nods and Simon grips the knot, slips it lower and pulls the ring of it out from under König’s collar, which he undoes the first two buttons on as well. The vest he unbuttons entirely, pushing the flaps of it open to give König more room to breathe. 

He’s unsure if König would want to be touched during something like this, but the panic attack shows no signs of abating, König’s breaths coming harsher as he begins to choke and sputter. In a desperate attempt to de-escalate the situation, Simon places a hand flat on König’s chest under the flap of the vest and over his heart, which he can feel racing under his palm through the thin fabric of his shirt.

König grabs onto his wrist, squeezing hard enough that the bones in his wrist crunch. Simon thinks he’s about to be shoved away, but König instead holds him more firmly in place, clinging onto him like a lifeline. 

They sit like that while König tries to even out his breathing. He eventually pulls his other hand away from his face, eyes scrunched, and reaches for Simon’s free hand where it’s braced on the ground. When he finds it, Simon brings their joined hands up to his own chest, laying König’s palm flat over his heart, a perfect mirror of one another. König catches on as Simon slows his own breathing, inhaling deeply through his nose and out through his mouth, exhales ruffling the loose strands of hair that frame König’s face. König tries to match the rhythm of his breaths, fighting himself at first as his eyes finally meet Simon’s. They pull him back from the edge together one breath at a time. 

“Give me a sit-rep when you’re ready, soldier,” Simon whispers. 

König’s breathing evens out enough for him to say, “Too many people.” 

“That bad, eh?” Simon asks. König drops his hand from Simon’s chest first, Simon following suit so they’re no longer touching. 

“I was managing,” König replies. “Then some of Johnny’s friends pulled him away to dance and some of his other friends made me do Jager shots with them and then I got very intoxicated very quickly and I couldn’t find Johnny and there were just so many people.”

“So you got the hell out of dodge?”

König nods. “That’s when you found me.” 

“You found me, actually,” Simon quips. 

“Oida , always with the semantics,” König says and rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile in his voice. Simon doesn’t need a translation, König’s been calling him Oida for what feels like ages despite it only being a handful of times when their paths happened to cross.

“I’ve been hiding out here,” Simon admits. “Not really my thing.” He gestures in the direction of the party. 

“How long do you think before Johnny notices we’re both missing?” König asks.

“I give him ten minutes at most,” Simon says. He moves from where he’s crouching to retrieve his camels and bourbon, coming to sit beside König with his back against the brick which is frigid even through his clothes. He lights a cigarette and offers the carton to König who takes it without a word. They smoke side by side while he finishes his drink, sharing body heat where their shoulders are pressed together. 

König breaks the silence when he asks, “You and Johnny… when did you know?” 

The bourbon’s loosened his tongue, and he’s answering before he’s even really thought about it. “I wasn’t keen on him at first, but he’s got this way of getting under your skin, doesn’t he? Like, I couldn’t stop thinking about him once I started. Maybe from the first day we met.”  

König flicks his cigarette before saying, “It doesn’t take much, does it?”

“And what we do, all of us. We cheat death, and have to make do with living in between the moments we’re not cheating death,” he continues, surprising even himself with his conviction. “Fuck, even the synergy when we’re out in the field together, like we’re of one mind. The line starts to blur between admiration and desire. After Graves, I wanted to protect him, but it wasn’t long before I just wanted him, pure and simple.”

“Johnny and I, we were friends first, just kids when we met. The wanting came later, once we knew how to name it,” König says. 

“How did you do it, and for ten years no less?” Simon asks.

König shrugs. “It’s not that hard when you love someone.”

“You never stopped wanting him,” Simon states as he finishes his cigarette and drops the butt in his empty glass where it sizzles against the melting ice. 

“Nein .” 

“Johnny says you were seeing other people, but tell me honestly. Have you been with anyone else? This whole time?”

“Not once,” König answers, a decade of longing causing his normally clear voice to shake. “But I know what you mean about blurred lines, because I felt that way about you once.” The admission renders Simon speechless. “I never would have acted on it, you have this sort of intangibility about you, like you really were untouchable. I was surprised when Johnny told me you two had fooled around. But you really care about him, ja ?”

“Yeah,” Simon agrees.

“To be honest with you, I’m not sure where I fit,” König confesses as he stubs out the remainder of his cigarette on the wall behind him. 

“You’re taking the piss,” Simon says, scoffing with incredulity after the day he’s had. 

“Not at all,” König says. “Seeing you two together, it made me realize how much I want you both, and how much I want you to want me. It feels like Johnny was never mine but he could be ours.”

“Earlier tonight, in the loo–” Simon starts, but doesn’t know how to finish that sentence. He tries again, “This is all new to me, but I liked it. A lot.” 

König doesn’t respond, and to Simon it feels like there’s not much left to say. Their mutual confessions hang heavy in the air between them. 

“You know,” König says, breaking the silence yet again, something Simon is learning he tends to do when it becomes too awkward, like a nervous habit. “It’s traditional in Vienna to dance the waltz at the very start of the New Year,” he continues. He rises and offers his hand to Simon. “You enjoy dancing?”

“I’m absolutely mad for it,” Simon deadpans, but he takes König’s offered hand anyway and lets himself be pulled to his feet, the bourbon making his limbs feel loose and heavy. Blissed out and head fuzzy, he’s not overthinking like he normally would, pleased to go with the spirit of the newness of it all as König directs his arms and legs with his own. 

“The music is all wrong, but here,” König says, and takes Simon’s hand and places it on his narrow waist, places his own hand on Simon’s shoulder, takes Simon’s other hand in his, lifting it so that Simon’s holding König’s arm up. König’s palm is warm where it rests on his. 

“You lead, but I’ll instruct you,” König says. “Let’s try a basic forward-backward half box step.”

Simon says, “The way you say basic makes it seem like I should know what any of that means.”

“Hüft’s nix schodt’s nix. I think you’ll be surprised at how well combat training translates.”

“We’re both pissed, so keep your expectations low.”

König taps Simon’s left foot with his to start, indicating for him to step forward as König steps back. Then he repeats the same action but with a side-step, leading in reverse. After the first box, Simon begins to understand, and as König whispers “Eins, drei, zwei. Eins, drei, zwei,” under his breath, Simon counts along in his head, watching where his feet land. He glances up at König, chuffed that he’s managed to retain some level of coordination in this state, but as soon as he looks away from his feet, he steps on König’s toe, who yelps in response.

“Sorry,” Simon says, already pulling away. 

“Na, na, it was bound to happen,” König responds, not letting Simon get far. König initiates the waltz again, but Simon takes the lead from the first step, starts to rotate them in a half circle as they dance in the narrow space, out of view from the main party, to music that makes no sense for a waltz. 

Simon inevitably steps on König’s foot again, and then somehow manages to step on his other toe too, which sends König toppling back into the brick wall, pulling Simon down with him. Their dancing devolves into drunken laughter and a struggle to keep themselves upright. Simon glances up at König’s smiling face, sees his blue, blue eyes which glint in the moonlight. Without meaning to, he looks down at the pout of König’s lips, glances back up to find König looking at his lips too. 

The fire that had been burning low in his gut after their encounter back at Soap’s studio blazes to life, supernova hot and spurred by the alcohol which turns his blood molten in his veins. He uses his body weight to pin König to the wall, who allows it without protest, even slides down a bit to bring them eye to eye. Simon takes both of König’s shoulders in each of his hands, keeping him in place as he brings his lips just an inch away from König’s, so that he can feel the puff of König’s breaths. Weeks of frustrated jealousy bloom into maddening lust, a desire deep in his bones to claim ownership over this man who has challenged him beyond all measure of his own humanity. 

A low groan starts in the back of König’s throat as he tries to shove their mouths together in a kiss, but Simon shakes him once, hard, knocking him back against the brick wall and he goes lax under Simon’s touch, letting Simon support his weight. Simon gets a hand around his jaw first, then moves it to cover his neck and pins him against the wall so that König’s held in place by the threat of it. He feels immensely powerful, having finally tamed this challenger that had previously been undefeated, and the primal surge at the conquest has his prick hard and aching in his slacks in seconds. Something akin to victory unfurls in his chest as he moves to close the remaining space between their lips. 

At the barest press of König’s lips, he hears a sharp gasp to his left. He turns his head towards the sound and sees Soap watching them, mouth agape and eyes wide. He doesn’t look angry, but aroused, curious, Simon realizes. Jealous, even. Without a word Soap turns on his heel and saunters back in the direction of the penthouse, swaying on his feet, seemingly just as intoxicated as Simon feels. When Simon backs away from König, they lock eyes, an understanding passing between them as they move to follow Soap inside. 

Guests have overtaken the terrace, and Simon has to press his way through, trying to clear space for König to pass behind him. Glitzy partygoers grind on the dancefloor inside where the music plays at full volume, and Simon feels the vibrations of the bass through the soles of his shoes. He can barely hear the shouted conversations of the people around him, their chatter no more than an ambient hum. He scans the sea of bodies, searching for Soap’s tweed cap, which he spots as Soap disappears down a dark hallway adjacent to the entryway. 

As he and König pass a server carrying a tray of champagne flutes, he grabs two and downs them consecutively, craving more liquid courage. He abandons the empty glasses on a nearby table and catches König sideeyes him, but he withholds his judgment as they follow Soap down the hall. Drinking like this is an old vice, not one he partakes in to excess as often as he did when he was a younger man, but these last few weeks–this whole day really–have activated that raw, vulnerable part of him that hides in his chest, that he carries with him everywhere he goes, that thing with a voice like his father’s and all the anxieties of a scared little boy. He refuses to let it control him tonight. 

Soap disappears through an open door at the end of the hall into a dark room, Simon and König only a few steps behind. As Simon closes and locks the door behind them, Soap flicks on an antique glass lamp. They’re in what Simon can only assume is Leo’s bedroom, with its huge plush bed and ornate furniture. 

Soap stands across from Simon and König next to the bed. He pulls his cap off and tosses it away, crosses his arms over his chest. “You can kiss him now,” he instructs, a tremble in his voice. 

Simon’s not sure if it’s an order for him or König, but König makes the decision for him when he presses Simon into the bedroom door and lowers his mouth to Simon’s, the first soft press of him growing firmer as spit slicks the way and their lips slide together. Simon braces his palms against König’s chest as König grabs Simon’s waist, a reversal of their earlier positions when König had tried to teach him the waltz. 

He doesn’t hear Soap approaching but is startled when he feels hands fumbling with the clasp and zipper of his slacks. He opens his eyes just enough to look down to see Soap on his knees between his and König’s legs, already grabbing at Simon’s prick through his briefs, mouthing along the shaft of it and turning the fabric dark with saliva. His erection had flagged between the terrace and the bedroom, but it’s back with a vengeance when Soap pulls his cock through the hole in his briefs and suckles at the sensitive head. 

Simon moans into König’s mouth as Soap licks his way down to suck on his balls, licks back up the underside to take him into his mouth fully. He grips the base, clever boy, and sucks him so slowly, bobbing his head as drool drips down the shaft. Simon reaches for Soap’s hair, intending to fuck into his mouth and make Soap take him harder, faster, something, but König stops him with a hand around his wrist. 

In the next moment, König’s got both of his wrists gripped tight, and he’s raising Simon’s arms to pin them against the bedroom door above his head. The dominance in the display König makes of him has his knees buckling, but he’s being held up by König’s sheer strength and Soap’s fingernails digging into the meat of his hips as he sucks Simon deeper, deeper. 

König breaks the kiss to mouth at Simon’s cheek, chin, jaw, gets down to his neck and bites hard, sucking a bruise into the skin there, in the same place Soap loves to leave his mark. Simon’s held in place by König’s teeth, by his large, strong hands, while Soap works his cock at a torturous pace, drawing it out to the point of ecstasy, painful and pleasurable in equal measure. 

“Fucking hell, Johnny,” Simon growls as he tries to thrust his hips up, to force himself deeper down Soap’s throat. Soap grips Simon’s hips and pushes him back into the door with all his strength, and Simon can feel the fine shiver in his biceps as he fights to push against Soap’s hold. König grips both of Simon’s wrists above his head in one hand and uses his other hand to wrap around the base of Simon’s cock, jerking what Soap can’t swallow down, a sensation that never fails to get him off. 

“Fuck, fuck,�� he chants, and his orgasm crests without preamble, squeezed out of him by König’s fist onto Soap’s tongue as he swallows around Simon’s prick. Some of it dribbles out the corner of his mouth as he lets Simon’s wet cock slip from between his lips to dribble the last spurt of spunk onto the wood floors. 

König releases him at once and he crumbles to the floor without the support, boneless, blood roaring in his ears. Distantly, he hears a loud knock on the door behind him. Leo shouts through the door, “Midnight’s in five!” Simon couldn’t care less. 

On the floor in front of him, Soap’s got his trousers undone and a hand fisting his cock furiously inside of them. Simon reaches for him, gets on his hands and knees to crawl forward enough to kiss Soap. He can taste the salt of his come on Soap’s tongue, smell himself on Soap’s lips and chin. He brings a hand up to pinch Soap’s nipple through his shirt, feeling the hard barbell and tugging it gently as Soap groans into his mouth. He knocks the suspenders from Soap’s shoulders and works the buttons of his shirt open, exposing his lightly furred chest and his hardening nipples, the glint of the piercings catching in the lamplight. 

Above them, König looks down on the scene the two of them make, lazily palming the massive bulge of his prick through his pants. Simon breaks the kiss and reaches for König’s belt loop and hooks his forefinger in it, using it to tug König closer as he fumbles the button and zipper open. König pulls himself out for Simon to see, jerks himself in earnest. He’s fucking huge because of course he is, but Simon doesn’t feel emasculated, if anything the swollen heft of him makes his mouth water, remembering how Soap had moaned while König fucked him. 

Simon turns back to Soap, gets a hand around the nape of his neck and brings their mouths together again in an open, sloppy kiss that’s all tongue. He bites and licks his way down Soap’s throat and chest, sucking on his pretty nipples, getting them wet and pink and putting on a good show for König. 

Soap’s moans grow louder and Simon can tell he’s close. He kisses his way back up Soap’s body to catch his mouth in another sloppy kiss, cups each of Soap’s pecs in his hands, thumbs his nipples, drives Soap crazy with gentle touches and flicks, making him shout when he gives them both a sharp tug. He’s shooting off in his pants within seconds, catching his come in his other palm so as to not ruin his slacks. He brings his soiled hand up to grip König’s cock which is inches from his face, slicks König’s skin as they jack him together, Simon watching their fists move together, transfixed. 

“On his tits,” Simon says, moving behind Soap to give König better access, all the while pinching Soap’s nipples.  He basks in the dirtiness of it, a voyeuristic delight that has his prick twitching, a desperate attempt to get hard again. 

“That’s it big guy, come on me, fuck yes,” Soap babbles, staring up at König who grunts his pleasure, hips thrusting into his and Soap’s combined grip. König’s back bows when he comes, jizz splattering across Soap’s chest in long, wet stripes. He drops to his knees, cock still dribbling out the last few pulses into his hand. Soap looks down at the mess, brings a hand up to swipe through the spunk on his pecs and brings it to his mouth as he looks back up at König, glancing between him and Simon, an unspoken offering behind his eyes. 

Without a second thought, Simon leans forward to lick up the mess from his right tit, sucking Soap’s pierced nipple into his mouth on each pass. König follows suit, cleaning the other side, and Soap moans, covers his face with one hand and eventually pushes them both away with the other, overstimulated and skin as sensitive as a live wire. They lie on the hard floor together, catching their breath. Simon stares dazedly at the ceiling, piss drunk and high on endorphins, residual waves of pleasure still pulsing in his gut and groin. 

From outside the bedroom, the music has stopped and they hear the chant of the guests as they begin to count down from ten, nine, eight, so on. A thunderous cheer erupts to the tune of “Happy New Year!” as the music starts up again. 

Over the din, König whispers, “Happy birthday.” 

Simon rolls onto his side and props himself up on his elbow to look down at Soap and König, who stare back at him, a feeling of wonderment passing between the three of them. He leans down to kiss Johnny first, and feels König move in closer on Soap’s other side to kiss along Simon’s cheek and eventually capture his lips from Soap. Simon breaks the kiss to catch his breath, and König bends his neck down to kiss Soap as well. 

Simon holds them both while König presses sweet pecks to Soap’s lips with loud, obnoxious smacks, making Soap laugh. The tenderness of the moment coupled with his drunkenness makes his eyes water. König and Soap break apart when they hear him sniffle, to see the wetness on his face. When they lean in together to kiss the tears away, the soft press of their lips against his scarred skin is like something akin to sacrament, holy in the way they drink this exquisite pain wrought by their touch. In that moment he feels protected, invincible. He cries harder, overcome.  

Soap whispers against his cheek, “Let’s go home.”

*******

Öha: sorry Oida: literally old man, but the connotation is more like mate/dude as I've come to understand it Hüft’s nix schodt’s nix: doesn't help, doesn't hurt, used when someone is hesitant to try something new

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A Picture of You

Pairing: Vernon Chwe x fem!Reader

Genres: fluff, angst, smut, Regency au

Warnings: Profanities, mutual pining, hurt, sexual content, unprotected sex, penetration, hand stuff (m. and f. receiving), virginity, mentions of death, Shakespeare

Word Count: 22.2k

Summary: Three years away was meant to quell a decade of unrequited love, but your family home appears not to be the only thing you are returning to.

The pictures on the walls of Sandfort Manor have changed since you'd last been here. Of course, you haven't had a chance to look further than the first few corridors yet, but it is three for three on renovated collections so far. The hedonistic luxury of the rococo-era paintings has completely disappeared, and even the more subdued classic portraitures have been replaced by sprawling landscapes of a distinctly more sombre colour palette. 

Moving into the drawing room that your cousins have excused themselves to whilst you settled back into your room, you are filled with a confusing mix of disbelief and relief as you come face-to-face with the gaudy, oversized portraits of your grandfather that had somehow escaped the culling. At least there are a few things which have survived since your departure.

"Ah, cousin! Have you finished unpacking?" Rosa's voice floats across the room, and you turn your attention towards the sofas set in the middle of the room.

"Not nearly, but there is enough time to finish that later! I wanted to give you all something from Edinburgh, as a token of my gratitude for letting me stay with you."

Swinging your arms from behind your back, you reveal three small parcels, neatly wrapped with paper and ribbon. Hushed gasps of delight leave Rosa and Harriet's mouths, and Joshua gives you a devilish grin that makes him look twelve again. You'd spent hours painstakingly picking out the gifts in the market the week before you left, agonising about whether your cousins would have the same tastes you remembered and scrambling to find any further clues in your correspondences.

Harriet had been the easiest to buy for - her taste for opulence has been set in stone since she'd first gazed at the emerald necklace your aunt bought when Harriet was but three years old. Whilst you could not afford anything close to what she would buy for herself, you were able to commission a fellow student of yours to design her an ornate, painted trinket box to hold her most valuable possessions. The loud exclamation of excitement and look of awe on her face tells you that you'd pitched it just right. 

Josh's gift had taken a bit of time to hunt down, but you'd had a solid idea from the start. The pair of you had always been close due to your shared love of the arts, and even if he rarely had time for them now, you still wanted to get him something to remind him of that connection. The set of traditional bamboo calligraphy tools you'd found would at least look good in a display if he never decided to use them, but the quick ramble of gratitude and the detailed inspection he was giving the brushes suggested otherwise.

Rosa has always been the hardest cousin to buy for. Her naturally private disposition means she rarely talks about herself at all, and you'd only had what you remembered from your shared childhood to go off of. She'd mastered the pianoforte and the art of small talk at the same age that you'd figured out how to sneak into the kitchens for snacks, but you never got the impression that any of it genuinely excited her. After much thinking, you decided to go the more sentimental route and pick up a small, pearl hair clip that resembled one your grandmother had lost when you were children. Her expression has always been hard to read, but the small smile that peaks out as she opens the package is enough to satisfy you.

"... perfect size for my new rings I just acquired from the merchant in James Street! Or, I could use it as a little bag and show it off to all the ladies at the ball at Mounthaven Estate..." Harriet's excited chatter fills the room in a way that makes your heart happy to be back. The paintings on the walls may have changed, but the shadows of your childhood remain, and you are happy to be back with your family again after your years away.

A new voice enters the room, shocking the cousins out of their nostalgic wonderland.

"Mr Chwe, for Mr Hong," The footman declares. 

A pang of panic rises through your chest as the pace of your heartbeat skyrockets. Turning slowly to face the doorway, you are struck with the sight of the man you'd loved since childhood, staring with shocked delight back at you.

Hansol's day had taken a turn for the worse. A dreadful night's sleep, interrupted constantly by a particularly loud warbling bird that arose much earlier than the sun did, was only made worse by the painful boink to the head he'd received when misstepping out of his bed. Despite the dreary start, he'd managed to lighten his mood with a delicious plate of eggs for breakfast, and happy conversation with his sister and mother. 

This had given him false hope. A series of unfortunate events, including breaking one of his guitar strings, the wheel of the carriage coming loose, and, worst of all, the rip he'd found in his last pair of satin evening shoes had him marching over to his neighbour's house like a maid looking for a cup of sugar.  Thankfully, he and Joshua wore similar-sized shoes, and an emergency loan was a far better alternative to buying a new set of shoes.

Stepping into the familiar entranceway, Hansol greets the footman on the door, waiting to be let into the house. The process of formality is still amusing to him. Having to wait to be formally admitted to a place he'd rampaged as a child, and continued to lounge around weekly, is paradoxical, but it doesn't bother him too much. The polite small talk with the footmen had quickly morphed into a rundown on the latest changes about the house, and he revels in being able to tease his friend about things Josh hasn't even disclosed to him yet. This morning, however, a different footman has taken the position of manor bouncer, and the loss of the daily update is yet one more sour addition to his day.

Walking into the drawing room, it takes him a moment to recognise the new figure in the room as you. At first, your simple muslin gown, which had been hitched up into your petticoat, makes him mistake you for a lady's maid or kitchen staff. As you turn around to face him, Hansol feels a wash of warmth fill up his body, and he realises his mistake. You are older, your hair tied back in a way he's never seen you wear it before, and you stand a few inches taller than he remembers - but it is unmistakably you. 

"Miss Y/l/n! I wasn't aware that you'd returned to Sandfort!" He exclaims, unable to say anything more as the words falter in his mouth. You are looking at him with a polite smile and shining eyes and he swears that he's never seen anything like it. You look down, shuffling your feet and fixing your dress before looking back up at him.

"I just returned today, my Lord."

- My Lord? Hansol tries to keep the perturbed look off of his face at the formality of your speech. At the realisation that you hadn't simply been looking down but that you were actually bowing at him, he fails at this goal.

Any thought of correcting your address is quickly swept up as Joshua gleefully approaches him, extending a neat box in hand towards him.

"Hansol, look at this! Y/n brought us all gifts back from Edinburgh! I suppose you must be awfully jealous that you did not receive anything, but I'll let you borrow them if you want."

Hansol looks back towards you, noting the shy smile on your face and the lack of eye contact that you are offering, and turns back towards Joshua, giving him an impressed nod. 

"They're great quality. I didn't know that Edinburgh had a market for such things."

"I got a trinket box, and Rosa got a hairpin! Rosa, turn around so he can see..." Harriet surges forward, offering him a wide smile. As instructed, Rosa turns to the side to show him the hairpin already attached to her head after bowing her head in greeting. 

The jovial countenance of your cousins is a confusing juxtaposition to the formality wavering off of you. Hansol wonders if time in Edinburgh has changed you so much that you've become unrecognisable to him, or if he's done something to offend you. The stormy thoughts plague his mind as Joshua and Harriet prattle on about their plans for the day, which he hardly catches on to. All the while, you remain stoically silent and comparatively expressionless except for a few small, polite smiles. 

"... Why are you here, by the way?" Hansol catches the quizzical look Joshua is giving him, and realises he's been asked a question.

"Oh, um, I ripped my last pair of satin shoes and was wondering if I could borrow a pair for the ball tonight?" He replies, forcing his mind back to the conversation at hand. 

"Ah! Of course, let me go grab a pair. I know exactly which ones you should have!" Joshua smiles in a discomforting way, and Hansol wonders if he has a spare pair of jester's garb waiting for this exact moment. 

You're stuck in the same position to the side of the settee. 

Rosa and Harriet return to their seats quickly after Josh hurries out of the room, and you and Hansol are left standing together. You'd hoped that he'd go and sit with your cousins so that you could excuse yourself, but his unmoving stance tells you otherwise.

Your heartbeat jumps once again as he addresses you. 

"Miss Y/l/n, how was your time in Edinburgh?" His words are polite, and his gaze inquisitive, but it makes you shift uncomfortably nonetheless.

"Oh, it was very fulfilling, my Lord! My mentor, Mr Edgeworth, believes that I have honed my craft enough that I will be able to find sculpting work soon, and having such a good connection to the Ton is a great advantage for me. There were a great many different types of artists in Mr Edgeworth's school so I really got to learn and meet a lot of different people, and - well, I'm very grateful for my cousin's sponsorship."

Hansol's eyes are asking you to continue talking, but you are overwhelmed with the attention and your tendency to ramble on about art, not to mention the way he's looking at you, and you cut yourself short. A sheepish blush trickles up your neck, hiding the heat in your cheeks under his gaze.

"And you, how are you and your family, my Lord?" 

"They are well, as am I. My father is away attending to business in London at the moment, and Sofia is clamouring to join him, so I suspect that she and perhaps mother as well will soon travel to the city soon."

"You as well? Or are you intending to stay in the country, my Lord?" 

"I shall stay here for a while, at least until I am obliged to return to London. I much prefer the estate in the summer, and there is much to do still."

Hansol's hands run over the sides of his chest as if wiping off imaginary dirt, and you cannot help but follow them with your eyes. He is very much the same boy you knew, just in a man's body. The larger build and more defined bone structure are the only clues that he has aged, and you wonder if he thinks the same thing about you, or if you are unrecognisable to him. You'd developed a lot across the five years away, leaving behind the bony, formless teenager and growing into your body. An image of your mother, your father had told you in his last visit a year ago. The bittersweet knowledge that he'd been able to see you grow up before passing was more than what your mother was granted, and you wonder if being back at Sandfort has left you defenceless to the floods of memory.

You must have been staring into space for a long while, as Joshua returns to the drawing room and you are met with a concerned glance from Hansol.

"Ah, of course! The air is much nicer in the country..." You feel yourself cringing at your clumsy conversation skills, hoping he doesn't take your lack of speech as a lack of interest. "And, I suppose you must be preparing for your next role at the Solaris? If you are still participating in the summer show?"

Hansol has been acting in the Solaris theatre summer show as long as you've known him. You remember watching him as a child fill up the stage with an unexplainable aura, and you were sure the whole theatre couldn't take their eyes off of him. Every year he'd gotten the best role for your age group and he'd downplayed the achievement, saying that it was just because of his family name, but you knew that no one else could have outshone him once he got on to that stage. It was an unorthodox hobby for a member of the Ton, and you'd heard a few people bad-mouthing it when you were a teenager, but that never seemed to bother Hansol. In another life, perhaps if he'd been born to the same station you had, you think he would have done it professionally. Last you'd heard, he was still joining in on the plays each summer, but it had been a while since you'd last corresponded. 

The concern has completely melted off of Hansol's face and been replaced with the tooth-bearing grin you know so well.

"Yes! The rehearsals are underway now, and Mr Downey sent out fliers to all of the neighbouring towns so they're hoping for the biggest crowd yet!"

It warms your heart to hear him so passionate about the play, and your mind races thinking about watching him on stage again.

"They're doing A Midsummer Night's Dream - I thought Hansol suited Nicholas Bottom, but they let him be Demetrius," Josh rolls his eyes playfully, setting off Hansol's laughter. The sound of his laugh is so endearing to you, and you find yourself spiralling into your many memories of the two of you, heads back in laughter at something you'd end up getting told off for later that night.

"You can't reach! Just admit it!" A thirteen-year-old Hansol is stretching his hand out to a lily floating out on the lake, cheeks puffed in concentration and stomach hovering ever so delicately over the rippling water. You let out an exaggerated gasp as his fingers graze the tips of the flower's leaves, and that is when he makes a crucial mistake. Too confident in his abilities, he looks back around at you to taunt you for not believing in him, and the last thing you see is his toothy-smiled mouth turning into a gaping fish as he plunges into the shallow, mossy water. The shrieks that leave you are closer to your water-born companions than to any human sound, and, as soon as he's finished spluttering all of the water that had filled his open mouth out, Hansol is quick to join you in your squawking. You hear his mother screech at him as he drips his way back into his house from your room, and smile to yourself, cheeks aflush as you place your new lily on the small planter on your windowsill.

The memory has you stuck, and once again you fill with the same anxiety that you'd felt the moment Hansol had walked through the drawing room door. 

You bow your head once more and excuse yourself from the room with the excuse of your unpacked suitcases. As you get into the safety of your room, you realise your cheeks are flushed, and your palms are indented with shallow nail marks. Huffing at yourself in disbelief, you wonder why such a simple, normal conversation had gotten you so worked up. 

It's not that you have any issue with Hansol, you just weren't expecting to see him so soon. He'd entered your thoughts once on your journey back, and any questions about whether or not you still had feelings for him were immediately answered as you caught sight of him leaning in the doorframe. It pains you how, even after three years, you feel yourself revert into a blushing schoolgirl; left floundering from the moment you see him, whilst he managed to speak to you as if you'd never left.

Except, and perhaps it hadn't dawned on him yet, it was not the same as when you were children. The relaxed attitudes of his parents and your family had allowed you to join your cousins as a child undeserving of exclusion. But, you weren't the same as your cousins, or Hansol and his sister. The illegitimacy of your birth, an unintended consequence of a passionate, yet illicit affair between your noble mother and a common school teacher, removed you from any real standing in society. You could pretend that this wasn't the case as children, but now, grown, it could no longer be ignored.

Your hands comb out the knots in your hair as a loud sigh exits your mouth, your body slumped on the seat next to your window. The wedge between you and Hansol was predestined, and it is essential that you understand the limitations of your position. The thought of bringing shame and scandal to him is far scarier to you than a few hurt feelings you've already been nursing for over a decade.

The sun gleams through the windows of Joshua's study as you excitedly recount the events of your interview with him.

"... I'm convinced that they offered the job to me because there are no other sculptors living close enough to take on the project, but I will hardly complain about that! Oh, Josh ... thank you so much. I doubt they would have looked twice at me if you hadn't mentioned it; I'm truly indebted to you."

You laud your praises onto your cousin with elation soaring in your chest, as Joshua proudly smiles back at you.

"Nonsense, cousin. You got the job because you are a talented sculptor. Or, sculptress? ... Either way," He shakes his head, "you deserve this opportunity."

Joshua had mentioned that the church in the middle of town had plans to renovate in his last letter to you, but you hadn't realised how fortuitous your timing had been. Looking for a sculptor to craft the statues and decorations for the new building, the Reverend had put out a call for interested craftsmen. To your luck, Josh had overheard the Reverend talking about it and had submitted your name for consideration.

"Oh, by the way, Hansol was asking after your health. He wondered if you were not feeling well the day you came back, and I told him you were fine, but probably weary from travel," Joshua gives you a pointed look, "but, I had also noticed your strange behaviour after his arrival. I thought you two were close?"

You knew that your behaviour had been unusual compared to how you'd previously been with Hansol, but you hadn't realised it was so glaringly obvious.

"Cousin, you understand my position right? I am the daughter of a teacher, not a member of society, and Lord Granby is the heir to the Duchy of Rutland. As much as I feel a part of this family, the reality is that I am not your, or his, equal. I can waver the formalities for you and the girls because we are blood, but any extension on that would be highly inappropriate."

Your arms are crossed, and you disgruntledly wonder if Josh, or your other cousins, had taken any time to consider this. The realisation shining in his eyes verifies your assessment, and you release a long sigh. 

"I'm sorry, cousin. I do not like it any more than you do, but it's just the way society works and my family has felt the scorn of the Ton too much already for me to risk flaunting about in a manner untoward of my station."

Josh nods, smiling sadly at you.

"I understand. I'm sorry I pressed you on it. I was simply surprised because of how close you two used to be, but I hadn't considered how unusual our arrangement as children was. I wouldn't want you to do anything that compromises your position, cousin."

Your irritation at his lack of forethought is flushed out by the kindness in his words and voice. 

"Don't be feeling too much pity for me, cousin," a grin dawns across your face, "I get to spend my time sculpting angels, demons and saints for a wage, whilst Rosa and Harriet are contained to the refineries of society life. I, at least, have much more freedom to choose how my life goes than they do!"

"Thanks to our generosity, mind you," Josh lets out a hearty laugh, grasping your hand comfortingly. You nod your head with a large smile, very much aware of the privilege of your position. 

"Should I start cooking your breakfast as thanks, my Lord?" You utter with a mocking bow, and Josh pulls you back up with an exacerbated laugh. 

"I wouldn't chance eating your food, personally. But thank you for the offer." He replies, and the two of you are left with a familiar feeling of companionship. After a moment's rest, he sharply jumps out of his chair, pulling you towards the door of the office.

"Come, cousin! I've been meaning to show you the new inhabitants of the lake, and we must go now before I forget again!" 

Laughing merrily out of the room, you let yourself be pulled by your cousin into the shining welcome of the sunny gardens.

Hansol has visited the manor twice already this week, and he hasn't seen you once.

Admittedly, he is a common frequenter of Sandfort on any given week, but he feels himself yearning to visit more than usual.

On his first visit this week, Joshua had told him about your job in the church, and that you'd likely be confined to your workroom for the upcoming weeks, if not months. Even with your absence explained, Hansol cannot help but want to know why you were acting so strangely towards him.

One day of chatting and playing parlour games with Joshua, Harriet and Rosa had turned into a second day of riding around the estate. Coming a third day this week, he was running out of activities to excuse his long stays at the manor. 

Borrowing a book and staying to read it ended up being the excuse of choice. Immediately after seeing Rosa perching up on the sofa, book in hand, Hansol exclaims his need for new literature. He didn't miss the perplexed look given between Joshua and Harriet. Yet, after a whole day of reading and discussion, you still have not appeared.

Just as he thinks he might have to endure the embarrassment of a fourth visit, Hansol gets his opportunity. Rosa, who had left a few hours earlier to meet a friend in town, returns to the drawing room bags in hand.

"What did you get, sister?" Harriet asks, nosily poking her head into the bags. The implicit question of whether or not Rosa had bought anything for her did not need to be said.

"Just a few pieces for the summer faire. Laura mentioned that all of the girls are going to be wearing bows this year, and so I thought I ought to get us some in case she was right."

Rosa hands a pink bow over the Harriet, who looks very satisfied at the prospect of being in fashion. 

"Oh, and I got the wire brush Y/n asked for. Mr Shaw, could you please deliver this brush to -"

"I can do it!" Hansol cuts her off, too excited to see the looks that the Hong family gives him. He clears his throat, recomposing his words and hoping his mind will join soon after.

"I mean- I was about to head off, anyways. I'm happy to drop the tool off with Miss Y/l/n on my way?"

Rosa gives him a sceptical look, and it's clear to Hansol that they are both aware that your studio is not on the way out of the house, but she chooses to say nothing, and he is very grateful. He has to stop himself from walking too quickly as she hands the brush box over to him with a small nod.

Your studio is, actually, far from the exit, and not a room Hansol has visited before. Descending to a level he has never needed to visit other than to access the kitchens, Hansol soon puzzles his way to a large set of wooden doors with clay stains on the handle, and congratulates himself for finding the right room.

He hesitates outside the door for a few moments, slightly apprehensive about bothering you whilst you are working, but the brush in hand gives him the confidence to rap his knuckles against the door. From the outside, he hears scuffled movement and a rustling of fabrics, before a voice calls out to welcome him into the room.

Walking into your studio is like walking into a museum. Walls with rows of statues made out of a variety of different materials but all stunningly impressive stare back at him, as his mouth gapes into an unspoken wow. He wonders how many of them are for your project at the church, and how many are just practice versions that will never be seen in public. He's always been impressed by your art since you were children together, but he hadn't expected the treasury of masterful sculptures that you have created for yourself.

"Ah, do you have -" You look up, and your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline in shock, ""My Lord! I'm sorry, I didn't realise that you were visiting; I thought you were Rosa!"

Hansol realises that in his awe he's just stood at the entrance and has yet to speak to you.

"They're incredible ... I knew you were always good at art, but I didn't realise how good you've become," He marvels, and if he's struggling to word his astonishment, he's glad that he can at least sing your praises. A slight blush bruises your cheeks at the compliment, and he cannot comprehend that you haven't been extolled enough to have gotten used to it yet.

"Ah, thank you. They're not finished yet, but this one is the closest yet to the vision in my head."

"How come you've used all these different materials?" He asks, pointing back at the wall.

"The church statues are going to be in marble, but I am most familiar with clay. So, I've been making prototypes in clay and trying to translate them into different materials before wasting any of the marble," You explain softly, spinning the clay head in your hands, "My lord."

His heart feels heavy once again at the use of the formality, and he feels you building up the same barrier as you did in the drawing room. Lifting his eyes to meet yours, he gives you an injured expression.

"Please, we have known each other for so long, Miss Y/l/n. The formal titles really aren't necessary."

Hansol watches your expression shift in a way he can't decipher, as you work out how you wish to reply.

"Okay, Mr Chwe, if you are sure?" You hesitate, looking uncertainly at him. The satisfaction of the moment is slightly hindered by the knowledge that you are only doing it at his request, but he still considers this a crack in the barrier.

"I am certain. Surely you were not gone away so long as to forget me altogether?" He asks, hoping his attempt to lighten to mood will make you feel more comfortable.

"The men in Edinburgh were certainly a lot more punctual," You crack a sly smile as you tease him, and he feels his whole mood lighten as the glimmers of your old relationship flick on, "but I suppose I did miss having someone to count constellations with."

Hansol hadn't expected you to bring up stargazing, but the fondness in your voice sends him straight back to the nights you'd spent staring up at the darkened sky pointing out different formations together. It is one of his favourite activities you used to do together too, and he is surprised it has come to your mind over the kitchen raids and horse races that you always seemed to enjoy the most. He feels an unwitting smile stretch across his mouth at the memory.

"We might have to go out again soon, I'm not sure that I can remember them all still."

"I'll be happy as long as we can see -"

"Cygnus, the winged rescuer." Hansol finishes. Cygnus had always been your favourite constellation to spot. He remembers when you'd first learnt the story, and you'd recounted it to him that night, passionately acting out the beautiful tragedy of the two friends. You'd been so impassioned about it, and when he'd asked why you liked it so much you'd said that the pinnacle of love was knowing you'd dive to the bottom of the ocean just to give your loved one the gift of peace. It was a raw insight into your brain that he'd see again and again as you spent your young summers together, but he will always remember that first revelation.

You are looking at him in a way that suggests that you didn't think he'd remember that, and he feels wounded that you could ever think that.

"Yes, although with the stormy nights we've had this week, I'd be grateful to see any stars at all," You say, looking back down at the half-formed head and shielding your expression from his view.

Hansol feels the air in the room shift, and realises that he shouldn't overstay his welcome too long when you have work to get on with.

"I'm glad you're well, Miss Y/l/n. I'm looking forward to when the clouds decide to clear away," He nods his head at you in farewell, spinning on his heel to leave the room.

"Mr Chwe!" You call you, and he's spinning back around even quicker, his heart peaking in anticipation of what you felt you needed to tell him.

"My brushes, you're still holding them," You're smiling at him, but he doesn't see it as his eyes go straight towards his hands in which, as you point out, he is still holding the package he's completely forgotten to give you. Embarrassment flushes his face and he mentally curses his foolish memory for abandoning him once again. All he can offer you is another nod, a sheepish grin, the package which he places gently on the table closest to him, and a swift exit.

White spots blur your vision as you step out onto the warm stone patio, and you swear the sun has moved closer to Earth in the time you've been working in your studio.

You realised that you had to leave that room when you woke up at 3am last night with your drool still stuck to your workshop desk and three empty bowls of previous meals tauntingly toppled on top of the now-stained sketchwork you'd started the morning before. Moving into your bedroom and giving yourself the luxury of one lie-in has rejuvenated you enough to pass as a human again. Now, stepping into the beaming heat, you promise yourself that you will go outside at least once a day from now onwards.

Tiptoeing into the extensive lawns behind the pretty hedged garden, you spot Harriet and Rosa embroidering and reading on some chairs under a shaded tree, and Josh and Hansol curling stones into the expanses of the great lake. Even from your distance, you could hear Josh gleefully shouting out the current score tally, and the look on Hansol's face makes you wonder if he'd even known it was a competition when he joined the activity.

"Oh, she's alive!" Harriet cries, turning around to energetically wave you over to their covering. "What is it they say? 'the dull, yellow eye of the creature opens, and breathless horror fills my heart'?"

"Are you trying to quote Frankenstein?" Rosa's eyebrows furrow in unimpressed scorn. "I wasn't aware that you'd had any time to read lately, sister."

Harriet scoffs, irate that her attempts to tease you had turned back on her.

"I read, thank you! It's important to stay up-to-date with the newest literature so that you are well prepared for any conversation." She sticks her nose up, letting out an over-emphasised huff in Rosa's direction.

"Well, I for one commend you, cousin. I wasn't aware that you'd graduated to books with words." You sit down on one of the empty lawn chairs, a grin cracking across your face as Harriet's face falls from elated to stormy at your jab. You almost want to run back and grab a canvas to capture the expression forever, but before you can think to move she's wiped her face clear and distracted herself with her embroidery again.

"We're going to the faire this afternoon, cousin. Do you want to come?" Rosa turns and looks at you pensively.

The faire had been a staple of town life as long as you'd stayed at the manor, and used to be one of your favourite activities as a child. Brass bands and colourful hobby horses were only beaten by the extravagant arrays of market stalls selling everything from breads and toys to cattle and hand-crafted furniture. You loved searching through the vast arrays of homemade goods, in awe of everything that the human body could create. Yet, you falter when you realise what going to the faire would mean now. The ignorant bliss of childhood had washed away the disapproving stares and catty whispers that darken your memory. People already thought that you were scrounging off of your cousins, and your ambition to disprove their judgements sours any thought of flaunting your borrowed wealth in front of the people you hope could respect you.

"No, thank you though," You look down, guiltily fiddling with your hands, "I have a lot to do today, but you must bring me back a treat from the market."

Rosa nods with a content smile, before looking back at her book. You feel a pang of uncertainty about your decision, but you think it's ultimately for the best.

It's not long before the quartet head off to the faire, promising to bring you back a gift. Your eyes linger on Hansol's retreating figure as you have the chance to fully take in how much he's grown since you've been away. If you could go back and tell your younger self that he's found a hairstyle that suits him even more than the cute ringlets that curled around his ears you think she'd laugh in your face. And yet, you're struggling to deal with the swell in your heart when you look at him just as much as she had all those years ago.

You aren't able to motivate yourself to go back inside and work that afternoon, instead justifying your procrastination by taking a small drawing pad outside and practising your colour theory with portraits of the rippling lake water first in the beaming white-yellow light of midday, then the gorgeous glow of sunset, and finally the mysterious purple and navy starscape as the sun dips behind the horizon. You'd tucked yourself away from prying eyes under a large willow at the east side of the lake, feeling a burst of freedom within the natural world you rarely get to encounter recently. Your cousins returned a little while ago, and you could see the candlelight of the drawing room illuminating the shadows of the setees through the closed curtains.

You almost jump out of your skin as the bush to the side of the willow rustles in time as the pliant branches of the tree are pushed to one side.

"Oh, sorry! It's me!" Hansol jumps back, matching your reaction as if he is shocked to see you too.

"Sorry to interrupt, and to scare you. I just wanted to bring you this," He apologises, moving forward arm outstretched. It's hard to see in the dark shadows of the willow, but you soon realise that he is holding a deliciously oozing cream eclair in his hand. Your rumbling stomach overtakes any sense of decorum at this moment, and you lash out to grab the baked good, sighing in eclair delight as the pastry hits your tongue.

Hansol lets out a chortled laugh at your actions, but doesn't say anything, instead perching next to your chair to look at your array of drawings strewn across the grassy surface.

"Was the faire fun?" You ask between bites, your words slightly slurred by the sheer amount of pastry filling your mouth.

"Yes!" He nods, looking back up at you with wide eyes. "I don't think anything could ever beat the year they had the hot air balloon, but this year there were these steam wagons which were rather cool - not as pretty to look at though."

You hum impressed, finishing off the eclair.

"It was a shame you couldn't come. You would have liked a lot of the stalls - there was a gentleman selling small stained glass pieces, and another woman who made these crazy detailed woven rugs." He adds, eyes sparkling as he recollects all of the wares you'd missed out on.

"Ah, next time, maybe." You sigh, trying to offer him a small smile of gratitude.

"By the way, did you know that Lord Bolton will be coming to visit soon?" Hansol asks, and you don't remember being told this information.

"No, I didn't. Lord Bolton was the man who was courting Harriet last season, right?"

"Yeah, Harriet mentioned he was on his way down at the faire today. The way she mentioned it, I figured she'd forgotten to tell you, but I thought you should know before you get a shock tomorrow morning." He laughs, settling more comfortably onto the lawn, so that his body is propped up by his elbows and his legs rest out into the grass. You have to force yourself to avert your gaze as he looks up at you from his position with a cheesy grin that shows off his teeth and shreds your heart to pieces.

"Didn't the connection fall through? Why is he still coming to visit her?" You ask, frowning as you try to remember the barrage of letters Harriet had written you during your time away. She'd shared with you that a potential match she'd be excited about in a previous letter hadn't worked out, and you'd thought that was the end of it.

"I'm not sure, she didn't seem unhappy about it though. Perhaps they're rekindling?" Hansol replies thoughtfully.

The two of you continue to talk until the purples and blues are replaced by pitch black sky, covered in a cloudy ambience. Hansol tells you about the latest project his sister is working on and offers comfort when you mention your father for the first time since returning to Sandfort. For a short moment, you feel like you never left, and wonder how you managed to pull yourself away from it all the first time. The dull background light coming from the house does nothing but backlight Hansol in a beautiful warm glow, and it makes him look angelic as he basks in the evening darkness.

At least he can't see the blush on your face as he reaches out to wipe a remnant of cream off of the corner of your mouth.

"Oh, you've got some - here, I got it," He says, his hand moving far too quickly towards your face for your liking. Dumbstruck, you feel your heart wither in your chest as his finger makes contact with the crease of your lips and cannot look anywhere other than straight at him in shock. As he wipes away the cream with careful precision, your faces are left meters away from each other, and you see an unreadable expression dawn across his, before he backs up, awkwardly stumbling further than he'd been before.

"Uh, sorry, I think it's all gone now-"

"No, thank you! I-"

"It's getting dark now, I should -"

"You should be getting back."

You both manage to land on the same thought and as Hansol offers you a quick nod and a farewell, you are left alone once again in your willowy hiding spot.

Lord Bolton was not an enjoyable guest.

You appreciate what you realise was Hansol's warning more than he could ever know, as you excuse yourself from the party mere minutes after arriving.

Within the five minutes you've known Lord Bolton, he's already given you his hat as if you are his maid, made an obnoxious joke about Harriet's dress, and used the word 'bemused' wrong twice. The last one is uttered just as you leave the room, and you almost want to stay just to watch the way Rosa's eye twitches at the error.

Finding Joshua in his study on your prolonged rendezvous around the manor, you realise you are not the only one who's escaped that conversation.

"Are you busy?" You ask, leaning into the room with a soft knock against the wooden door.

Josh shakes his head, beaconing you to come in.

"No, just looking through some of the household finances for the last season," He replies, eyes weary at the thought of paperwork.

"Gosh, he's bad enough that you're up here doing taxes?" You laugh, and he joins you, releasing the built-up tension from his frame.

"You didn't have to spend the last year with him and you're already hiding, what can you expect me to do?" He says exacerbated by the memories of his forced proximity to Lord Bolton.

A thought dawns on your mind, one that you'd been too afraid to talk to anyone about so far.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Your fingers twitch in anticipation, and you're struggling to make yourself say the words.

"Of course, anything," Josh replies, a confused look taking over his features. You let out a deep sigh before rehashing the thought that had been plaguing you since your arrival.

"Where's Elizabeth?"

Lady Elizabeth Moteley, daughter of the Marquess of Bath, is the one staple of your childhood who no longer seemed to be here, and not one person has mentioned her since you've gotten home.

You remember the first time you met Elizabeth and her family. You'd walked down the stairs of the Manor to find your aunt and uncle hosting another family you'd never seen before.

"Ah, Lord and Lady Moteley, this is my niece, Y/n." Your uncle introduced you, holding out a guiding arm for you to join the family.

You'd never forgotten the sneering looks on their faces when they'd realised who you were.

"Georgia's daughter?" They'd asked, refusing to even look at you. Your uncle had given them a sharp nod of confirmation, and placed a well-needed steadying hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n's staying with us over the summer."

"How ... generous of you."

"She's growing to be a very adept painter, a real talent in the arts!" Your aunt interjected and you knew the purpose of talking you up was to take the attention away from the fact that everyone there knew about you.

"Ah, perhaps she can draw a portrait of Elizabeth!" Lady Moteley suggested with a straight-lipped smile.

That was when you'd first seen Elizabeth, pushed forward from behind her mother's dress. She was around the same age as you, with long tresses of dark hair, porcelain skin, and pretty eyes. Her dress was pristine pink, with fashionable bows laced at the back peaking through from the sides, and a sapphire necklace sat upon her neck. There was a shyness to her eyes as she looked at you and, for the first time in your life, you felt inferior in every way to the girl who stood before you.

"Elizabeth is staying with the Chwe family over the summer," Your aunt explained to you. At the time, you didn't know why Elizabeth was there, but as the years passed into teenhood and Elizabeth continued to visit Hansol's family in the summer, you soon realised the true intent of her long stays at the Chwe estates.

Elizabeth's friendship with Harriet was cemented from the moment they met. Their similar interests in fashion and London gossip had the two girls hooked at the arms from the start of summer as if they'd been predestined to be together. Your friendship with Elizabeth had not been predictable. The prejudicial way her parents had talked about you the day you'd met had reflected badly on Elizabeth, and you'd spent the first part of the summer trying to avoid her until you'd realised that you were missing out on time with your friends too and begrudgingly rejoined the group.

The turning point came in the middle of the summer when Elizabeth had found you sniffling on the steps to the lake, eyes and nose leaking into the one handkerchief you owned. That morning you'd attempted to style your hair into the braids that the girls so often sported, but your lack of motherly wisdom or helpful maid left the task rather difficult for you. After spending almost an hour crafting something you were happy with, you'd walked down the stairs to join your party only to be met with Harriet's snickering and questioning whether you'd fallen into a bush on your way to the playroom. The embarrassment of the moment after you'd spent so much time on your hair was a startling reminder that you could never truly fit in with the rest of your friends, and your overwhelmed eleven-year-old body had sprinted out of the room just as the tears had started. Elizabeth had found you not too long afterwards and redid your braids with the adornments of some of the small flowers by the side of the lake and the promise to teach you how to do it yourself the next morning.

By the end of that summer, you'd confined in Elizabeth every detail about your life, from the details you knew about your mother, and your annoyances about your cousins, to the small crush you'd begun harbouring on the boy she'd been living with.

When she returned the next year, one year older and a few inches taller than you, hand in hand with her future husband, you felt a level of despair and betrayal unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. You spent the summer watching Hansol kiss her hand and carry her over the puddles of mud that the two of you had played in the day before, and you realised that you could never have what she had. A match made between a Marquess's daughter and the future Duke made perfect sense, and you felt like a fool for not realising it earlier. What hurt the most was that it was a side to Hansol that you'd never seen before, and you thought you knew him to the core, as he did you.

At the time, the childish jealousy that ruined your whole summer had you convinced that Elizabeth had done it on purpose - befriended you so that you would tell her your secret and she could crush your heart. With some perspective, you soon realised the petty motivations of your slanderous thoughts, and had to admit to yourself that her refrainment from telling you about the engagement was more likely meant to spare your feelings than any great ploy to hurt you further. Elizabeth continued to be nothing but kind to you, even writing to you in your first year away, and you still feel bad for the barrage of curses your twelve-year-old self had wished upon her that summer.

You'd decided you had to leave Sandfort the year that the pair of them got formally engaged. It is embarrassing to admit that the push you needed to follow your passions was the trivial heartache of a crush long past its expiration date, but you are glad that you finally cut yourself free and gave yourself the space to find new meaning in your life. You expected to get news of their wedding every year you were been away, but although Hansol was mentioned in Elizabeth's letter to you, there was no suggestion of the actual event occurring.

When you realised you wanted to return, you half expected to come back to Hansol and Elizabeth already married, and that no one had remembered to tell you. Yet, Elizabeth wasn't here, and Hansol had yet to mention her name.

Josh is staring at you with a troubled look, seemingly struggling to word his thoughts to you.

"Elizabeth's still in London at the moment. Her grandmother passed away at the start of the year, and she wanted to stay with her family after the season ended to help sort out the estates."

His mouth closes and you realise this is all the information he's going to give you. Irritation flares in your chest and apparently it is as clear to Josh as it is to you, as he gives you a small shrug in response.

"Still in London ... okay. And is she going to come visit at all this summer?" You prod, hoping to glean some of the knowledge he's clearly hiding from you.

"Um, I guess so? I'm not too sure, you'd have to ask Hansol." Josh replies, and you're stumped at his nonchalant demeanour.

"Right, ask Hansol. You're so helpful." You grumble, giving him a withering look before turning back out of the study. You hear him sigh from behind you, but don't give him the satisfaction of looking back to check as you storm away from him and Lord Bolton's incessant chatter downstairs.

Hansol's back in your studio, and updating you on a message given to him by the priest that morning.

Unlike last time, you are completely dressed for comfort and ease of movement, not expecting to see anyone other than the cook the whole day. Donning a pair of thin, brown trousers, a loose white shirt, and a short apron that tied at the waist and did little to stop the clay from getting on your other clothes, you are an unorthodox, but comfy, picture.

Hansol is looking straight up at the sculptures on the wall as you begin chatting about the latest update to the project, and you think he must have found something particularly intriguing to look at with the intensity with which he's staring at the art.

Your rambles fall off as he has still not said more than a few-word answers, and the room is filled with a stale silence you don't understand.

"Have you sculpted before?" You ask, wondering if the art he was focusing on was inspiring his creativity, and he finally snaps his head around to look at you.

"I'm not sure I'd be much good at it."

"I'm sure that's not true! How can you know if you have never tried?"

His face scrunches up as he thinks about your response, before letting an agreeing nod loose.

It dawns on you that you have a lot of spare clay left over from your work today, and before you realise you quickly find yourself asking if he wants to try it out. You feel your hammering heart calm slightly as he agrees but you are filled with excitement that you get to share your passion with him.

You reach down to pick up the resting clay from your tray on the floor, and looking back up you feel like someone's stabbed you in the chest. Your eyes go cartoonishly wide and you almost choke on your breath as you watch Hansol strip his jacket and waistcoat from his torso and loosen the linen shift from his trousers as to turn it into a makeshift smock.

He looks back at you with a sheepish smile, and you hope to God that your face has returned to a normal expression.

"Don't want Mr Jones's wrath if I get clay stuck into the fibres of the jacket," He explains. The reason makes total logical sense, and yet your head is dizzy with the mental gymnastics your brain is engaging in. Realising that the only cure was to stop looking at him, you turn your attention back to the pottery wheel, trying to set the clay upright without your hands shaking too much.

It's clear Hansol does not know what he's doing, and you don't think your absentminded coaching is helping much. After a few more minutes of gentle guidance and no progress, he drops his dirtied hands from the clay, and scoffs at the misshapen lump sat before him. You're telling him that he's getting the hang of it, but it's not true, and you're struggling to keep the endeared laughter out of your voice as you look at his creation.

But, looking at the clay, you can see the starts of a pot forming, and you think that if he just keeps going he'll be able to create something he's satisfied with.

"Here, let me help you," You say, entranced by the clay. Before he can say anything more, his hands are back on the clay, and yours are covering them, your fingers guiding his in a mesmerising pattern. His hands are softer than you expect, and you imagine that yours are rather rough from the weeks of labour you've put into your work.

You haven't fully realised the proximity you've just created, your mind solely trained on the beautiful vision in your head. You haven't noticed the way your body is pressed against his chair, just far enough that you're not touching his back, or the way your forearms graze against his and you both move in a steady rhythm. 

You don't realise what you've done until you realise that Hansol is no longer moving at all. 

Frozen for a moment, your instinct battles your desire to stay close. You'd broken all boundaries of propriety in the pursuit of art and hadn't thought twice about it.

You leap backwards, fear and panic bulging in your stomach and threatening to make its way into your throat. He's not saying anything and you feel like you're going to vomit if you don't right your wrongdoing.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to get that close -" The words are tumbling out of your mouth faster than you can keep up.

"It's okay. Hey, really, it's okay." He's comforting you, his hands on your forearms to steady you and it's just making you feel worse. You wonder if you're about to flee from your own studio, but the shame of doing so is weighing up slightly higher than your current predicament.

"- why's Elizabeth not staying for the summer?" Your unasked question has slipped from your lips in your frenzied panic, and you feel your heart drop like a stone into your stomach at the realisation of what you've asked and the look that has now dawned on Hansol's face. Your lack of self-control is truly astonishing, and you feel like melting into a puddle to join the clay on your floor.

He doesn't know how to answer you, and you can tell instantly. His eyes are shifting uncomfortably and he keeps opening his mouth slightly and then shutting it again, and you're such an idiot for bringing this up now. Just as you are about to tell him to forget it, that he doesn't have to answer you, he finally starts speaking again.

"Well, she's got some family business to take care of ... so she's stayed in London for a bit longer to do that. Why are you asking?"

You can feel the word vomit start again, and your shame knows no bounds.

"Oh, I was just surprised she wasn't here. I hadn't heard anything about you two whilst I was away and I assumed you'd ... finished your engagement?" You cringe at your inability to talk about marriage in a way that didn't make you sound like a child.

A flash of anger and hurt crosses Hansol's face as he jolts up out of his seat and you know you've pushed too far. 

"You shouldn't speak about things you don't know about."

You are promptly left alone with his words and the sinking pit in your stomach dragging you into spiralling darkness.

You realise that the first dinner party you'd ever attended was a poor imitation of the real thing.

Harriet has spent the last week planning it, and, based on your limited experience, you initially wondered why it was taking so much time, but as you stare at the vast platter of food and drink, the ornate decorations purposely draped around the room, and the string quartet setting up in the corner you finally understand her stress. 

Guests are about to start pouring through the doors, and you're filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. On one hand, you know that the priest, Reverend Lee, would be in attendance today and you couldn't wait to fill him in on all your plans for the church renovations. It's been almost a month since you started working on the project now, and you moved onto marbles last week after finally plucking up the courage. You think it's been going well, but you'd love to show the Reverend your progress tonight if you get the chance to hear his opinion. His jovial attitude means that you aren't scared of his reaction, but a few nerves still flutter in your stomach at the thought of having your work judged.

On the other hand, you know that Hansol will be coming. You haven't seen him since the pottery incident, and whether it has been you or him avoiding the other is hard to tell. You want to apologise, tell him to ignore your ignorant questioning, but you are scared that bringing it back up will just agitate him more. You haven't plucked up the courage to ask anyone else about it, deciding that it is clearly a personal matter to Hansol and that he should be the one to talk about it when he wants to. But, deep down, you still want to know what is happening with Elizabeth.

The first guests to walk in, escorted by a three-glasses-deep Harriet, are Mr and Mrs Heath, the couple that owns the popular town inn on Cannon Lane, and your nerves are quelled by the sight of other people not in the nobility. Mrs Heath is quick to embrace you, asking about your time away and telling you how much you've grown since she last saw you, as Mr Heath smiles along, nodding but hardly saying a word.

As the other guests arrive, you feel at home chatting with people you've known your whole life and catching up on all that you've missed. Mr and Mrs Heath's daughter went to London for the first time last season and is supposed to be bringing home a mysterious but handsome baker she's met. Lord Tully, an old friend of your grandfather, went abroad to the continent for the first time, and he regales you with stories of high-stakes gambling dens in Paris and the beautiful landscapes of the north. You manage to get an audience with Reverend Lee, who tells you about his son who's set to return to the country soon and agrees to go down to see your work after dinner ends.

Dinner is about to start when Hansol arrives, slightly soggy from the evening shower and carrying an already-opened bottle of champagne. He apologises to Harriet for his tardiness and explains that he got stuck at rehearsal, but had managed to swipe the last bottle, and hopes that the high-quality vintage makes up for it. Even in his damp form, his hair sticking to his forehead, he looks striking and you can hear the Reverend's youngest daughter giggling in delight as he takes a seat next to her at the table. You mentally sigh, realising that you and her are much more alike than she knows.

To your delight, and Harriet's relief, the dinner is spectacular. In all your days at Sandfort, you've eaten many, many delicious meals, but the cooks seem to have gone all out for this one. It reminds you of Christmas time - close friends and family huddled around the table enjoying roasted meats and sauteed vegetables, and it's an atmosphere you wish would never end. By dessert, the topic of conversation has managed to turn to Mr and Mrs Heath's daughter's upcoming nuptials, and you dotingly listen to Mrs Heath retell the story she'd told you at the start of the evening.

"-and his family is from Swansea, if you'll believe it? We've never been but I've heard the beaches are quick joyous. Your Lord Bolton is from Welsh stock, right Miss Harriet?"

Harriet coughs loudly to cover up the fact that she's just choked on a potato.

"Uh, yes! Lord Bolton's family hails from Cardiff, but they've owned an estate in London for a long while now." She answers cordially, flashing a smile at Mrs Heath who seems satisfied at the answer.

"How come Lord Bolton is not joining us tonight? I thought he was up visiting from the city?" Reverend Lee joins, and you can see Harriet's face turning a slightly deeper shade of red as the attention of the table fully turns to her and her prospects.

"He had to return to London for some family business, I'm sure he'll be back to visit Harriet soon," Joshua opts in, rubbing his sister's arm comfortingly and trying to turn the attention away from her.

"Speaking of, will your family be back soon, my Lord?" Mrs Heath is looking at Hansol who hasn't yet noticed that he is being addressed. A moment of silence fills the air before the Reverend's daughter cautiously taps his hand, and his head snaps up to attention to see everyone looking at him. The shocked expression on his face that he struggles to hide is so cute you find a gentle smile has already blossomed on your face.

"Oh, sorry, yes, I think they should be coming back in the next few weeks. My father's just finishing off some business in the city but I think my sister might be a bit bored of all the ribbon shops and florists she's been dragged to by the ladies of society. I'm sure she's looking forward to being back in the country." He hums, taking a large gulp from his cup of water.

"And you, Mr Chwe, we haven't heard of your future plans yet?" Lord Tully asks and Hansol must be expecting the question because his eyes light up as he starts reeling off the details of the play.

"-we've just found someone who's happy to restitch some of the old costumes that are falling apart, and Mr Downey is hoping to get one of those new kaleidoscopes to use in the more mystical scenes! I think it's going to be really great this year." He looks over to the Reverend's daughter, smiling. "You should come, all the young ladies in London know Shakespeare so you ought to start learning soon."

You watch a young girl just about to swoon and pass from excitement at the prospect of Hansol talking to her, and cannot help but see your twelve-year-old self.

"This acting business, are you feeling serious about it? Is it not a bit ....I don't know, beneath you?"

The air in the room stales, and you feel a burst of rage at the words of a Lord you hadn't met, and now hope you never will again. You're eyes are trained on Hansol, who is flicking his spoon around with an emotionless expression on his face, and it hurts even more to see that happiness taken from him.

"Well, I think that giving back to the community can never be a bad thing, can it?" He answers cordially, and you're beyond impressed at his ability to stay pleasant with this Lord.

"Of course, I just think that it strange for a man of your age and station to still be playing pretend when you really ought to be thinking about your family and future."

Hansol is stung by this, and it's slapped across his face.

"Is the pursuit of pleasure and duty not the purpose of modern society, my Lord?" You feel yourself starting to speak, unable to sit and listen to the Lord's drivel any longer. "I rather think that a man able to bring joy to his community is far greater than a man who complains about the choices of others. Perhaps you ought to give it a try, my Lord - I can certainly think of a few roles you may suit."

The silence crawls in again, and you feel your throat close up with every moment that passes, the visceral fear that you've gone far beyond your station seizing you as your heart hammers so loudly that you can hear blood gushing in your ears. 

But then Joshua lets out a barking laugh, muttering something about giving and taking, and the rest of the table is close to follow in an attempt to diffuse the tension in the air. You cannot look back at the Lord, who is surely cursing you out in his head, and the moment you make eye contact with Hansol you wish you hadn't looked at him either. He's staring at you with an expression you wish he'd stop immediately or never stop again. You force yourself to look away, turning to find that, thankfully, the Reverend is telling his own story of being cast as the fool in King Lear as a youth. Relief flushes your body that the Reverend has not taken offence at your outburst as you recognise that your actions could have just lost you your job and any other prospects of working in this town.

The rest of the dinner is fairly uneventful, save for Joshua's attempt to woo the crowd with a well-balanced handstand walk. Hoping to get to the Reverend before he leaves, you slip out into the hallway from which the guests are leaving and almost walk right into Hansol.

"Woah there! You could cause an accident moving at speeds like that!" He teases, nudging you with his elbow.

"I'm so sorry. I really wasn't expecting someone to be standing stationary behind a closed door." You smile innocently, but despite your jesting you find solace in the fact that he's talking to you like normal again.

"I wanted to say -"

"I'm really sorry-"

You both start talking at the same time, and Hansol gestures for you to continue.

"I just wanted to apologise for the other night. It was wrong of me to pry into your business and make you uncomfortable." You apologise, trying to carefully bring too much attention to the topics of either Elizabeth or the pottery as to not make him feel worse about the situation. Although, you have to admit that avoiding talking about the pottery is more for your sake than for his.

"There's no need to apologise. I also wanted to say sorry for getting so riled up. I think I was taken by surprise when you asked the question and I got defensive and took it out on you. It wasn't a fair reaction at all. Can we move on from it?"

You stick out your hand, mimicking the way that you used to end arguments when you were younger, and Hansol lets out a gorgeous laugh, grabbing your hand and shaking it in turn. You ignore the way your fingers itch to interlock with his again as he lets your hand go.

"I also wanted to say thank you for tonight," He smiles softly, checking that the Lord was not in earshot. "I've had people say stuff about the acting before, but never quite so brazenly."

You want to tell him that he's the best actor you've ever seen, and that he shouldn't let the words of one wrong man stop him from following his passions, but you see the Reverend gesturing you to join him from over Hansol's shoulder and realise you can't miss your opportunity to show him your sculptures.

"Well, I have to have the leading man at the top of his game for my first play in half a decade," You settle with, "I have to get going, but I'm really glad you came tonight."

You skip over the Reverend Lee, a hint of a 'you too' shadowing you as you flex your fingers, trying to dissipate the tingling feeling doing wonders on your palms.

Hansol has had lots of time to think about what you said and what Lord Dudley said. He's sat out by the side of the lake, a stormy frown taking over his brow as he tries to organise his thoughts.

Despite your reassurances, he is still left wondering if there is any truth to the Lord's words. Has he really abandoned his duty to his family in order to rejoin the play? He hadn't participated in it for the last two years, busy with business and family, and he wonders if his choice to start up acting again was actually just an excuse not to return to London.

He is at least glad that doing the play has let him see you more. For you to return to town after such a long time and be disappointed when you don't see him on stage is enough motivation to get him reading lines again.

Yet, the fear remains in the back of his mind. He is a proficient musician and an avid reader, but he does not enjoy sports or cards or any of the other hobbies befitting of a gentleman of society, and he wonders if acting is really so far beneath him that it should cause this much scandal. He watched you go off in pursuit of your passions, and he sometimes wishes he could too. It's silly really, for him to sit here and complain about not being able to do what he wants when he, of all people, has had the world given to him on a silver platter, yet his desires to cut loose and follow his dreams are tethered by his duties to his family, his title, and, even if he did not wish to think about it, to Elizabeth.

He must be a brooding mess to anyone looking, Hansol realises as he flicks away the crunched-up grass that is stuck to his palms. The sun is low in the sky now, and the growl of his stomach is clueing him that it's probably almost dinner time. Wiping his hands clean on his trousers, he gets up, ready to head inside.

He is stopped in his tracks by the sight of something bobbing in the lake. On closer inspection, Hansol realises that a small, stone structure is floating closer to him. Sheer delight fills his body as he sees that the structure is, in fact, a small marble lilypad, and he cannot believe that you also remember his quick trip to the bottom of the lake. This time his arms are long enough to reach out and grab the lily, pulling it delicately into his hands. Marvelling at the beauty of the sculpture, Hansol feels the worries of the day washed from his body at the visual reminder of your care.

Hands gently clasping the lilypad, he searches around the edges of the lake for you. Just as he predicts, you are walking towards him from the part of the lake that sits in your family's garden with a huge grin that is making his heart melt. You are wearing a simple dress, yet you look so beautifully at home in nature. As he thinks about your clothing, the memory of you in those trousers enters his mind, and he has to shove the thought away before the blush becomes visible on his face.

"You reached it!" You say, smiling proudly at him. He nods happily, stretching out the lilypad to show you even though he knows that you're the one who'd made it. "I must admit, though, I was rather hoping you might fall in again."

"What an awful thing to say! What if I had fallen in, gotten a chill, and died? Would you still be laughing?" Hansol feigns offence, and you laugh a sound so wonderful that he thinks that he should have fallen in on purpose just to hear it some more.

"You're right, I'm sorry!" You're still laughing, clearly picturing the image of him headfirst in the water. "No, really! I would never wish harm upon you."

"So convincing." He huffs, puffing out his lip and crossing his arms in mock anger. A beat of silence passes, but this time Hansol feels totally at ease. Something about your presence had him feel calm no matter what.

"By the way, it's amazing." He says, taking in all the delicate details of the ornate flower. "I can't believe you've made it look so real."

"Thank you! I thought about painting it to make it even more realistic, but I realised that the paint would just wash off in the lake. But I could paint it properly if you want to keep it?"

"What? Of course I want to keep it! It's by consolation prize!"

Hansol watches your expression drop, and he realises that he's just accidently let on about his sombre afternoon ponderings.

"Are you feeling okay? You looked a little bit down sitting over here, and I thought that maybe this could cheer you up?" Hansol's moved by your care, and he takes a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain his feelings to you.

"It definitely did cheer me up, I feel much better now. I guess I was just deep in my own head." He starts, struggling to let the details free.

"About what that Lord said?" You ask, and he chuckles at the fact that you still don't know Lord Dudley's name.

"Partially, yeah. And also about Elizabeth." He looks up at you, and your brow is crinkled with concern.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."

"I want to ... the reason why Elizabeth is still in London is because she had an affair."

You let out a small gasp, a pained expression covering your face and Hansol knows that you are hurt for him. 

"Hansol, I'm so sorry. That must have been awful to find out."

Hansol's heart stops as he hears you say his name. You don't seem to have noticed it, and he prays that you never do notice and revert back to the previous formality.

"I'm okay, really. It was a few years ago, with a married man. I didn't want to break my promise to her so we remained engaged, but her parents found out this season which is why she has stayed in London. I wasn't hurt by it, I mean we both knew that it wasn't a marriage borne from love. I guess it's just hard to see the point now when neither of our hearts are in it."

He's watching your face as he releases the information, hoping that you aren't too overwhelmed. Two years' worth of updates that he never told you, not wanting to ruin the fun you seemed to be having in Edinburgh, squished into a few words. He watches your expression turn from sympathy to shock, and then to confusion. 

"What ... what do you mean neither of your hearts are in it?" You ask slowly, and Hansol blinks, trying to work out how to finally tell you everything he's wanted to tell you for years.

Hansol goes back to the day he realised that he was in love with you.

It is the first summer after you're departure, and Hansol is bored out of his mind. He didn't realise just how dull the summer is without you here, and nothing is cheering him up in the way it used to.

That morning he goes out to the lake to catch frogs, but he soon realises that not even that is any fun without you. Giving up on his frog-catching plans, he grumbles back over to the lawn chairs behind the back of the house, pulling out the book that you'd recommended to him. Caught up in the torrid affairs and melodramatic scenes of the book, he doesn't realise the time passing until he hears loud voices move into the dining room situated next to his hiding spot.

"-glad the girl is gone." Listening in, he recognises the voices of Elizabeth and her mother, who'd come to stay for the first part of the summer. Lady Moteley not liking someone? How novel.

"They weren't together, mama - I'm sure of it!" Elizabeth responds, and Hansol's interest is a little piqued at the direction of the conversation.

"Please, Elizabeth. Trust me," Lady Moteley sighs, "The way that he was looking at her last summer - I've seen it a million times in the eyes of men gazing at their mistresses on stage at the opera. It's very normal for a young man to want to explore his physicality before marriage, especially with a lower-class woman; it's just a shame that she lived right next door."

Were they talking about you and him!? Hansol's back jumps rigidly in his chair, shocked at the revelation. He knows that you and he have never been together, but the confidence with which Lady Moteley is speaking is making him question his own memory.

"I really don't think they've been together in that way, mama." Finally some truth from Elizabeth. "But I do know that there was ... love? When we were younger?"

Hansol completely blanks out the rest of the conversation as his mind zeros in on that word. Did Elizabeth think that he was in love with you? No, you were his best friend. Of course he liked spending time with you and wanted to know everything about you - that's just what best friends did!

Hansol's head is spinning and his thoughts are racing too fast for him to comprehend. Soon, he's running into the house on a mission to get answers. Arriving at his parent's bedroom, he taps on the door and hears his mother beckoning him inside.

"Hansol, honey! Are you alright?" She's talking to him and he can hardly think straight at all.

"Yes, I'm fine! Can I ask you a question?" He asks hurriedly and she gives him the go-ahead. "What is love?"

His mother lets out a little laugh at the question, and he can't help but feel a little silly standing here asking his mother what love is at the ripe age of 18.

"Well, honey, I think lots of people experience love differently," His mother notes the dissatisfied look slapped onto his face. "But, if I were to answer for myself, I would say that love is waking up feeling happy that your person is waiting right next to you, and mourning their loss when they go away. It's feeling like you can tell them everything and wanting to, and in return wanting to know every little thing about them, good or bad. It's feeling safest in their presence beyond all other measure. And, I suppose, there are a few other considerations for most people - usually you might get a certain feeling when you look at that person, or perhaps you might feel a bit nervous around them?"

Hansol is creating a checklist in his mind, and the answers are not looking in his favour.

"Honey, is this about Elizabeth? I know you might be a bit anxious that you're not feeling anything yet, but there's still lots of time for love to blossom. And, many successful, fulfilling partnerships are built on different foundations than love."

Hansol is nodding along, but his mind is squarely set on one thing. Thanking his mother, he bursts out of the room trying to find a quiet space to organise his thoughts.

If he did love you, he could not pinpoint when that love could have started. He'd always enjoyed hanging out with you the most, always wanted to look after you and of course he missed you deeply now that you were one. And, sure, if you'd asked him as a child who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he'd have said you - oh god, he is in love with you.

He's in love with you, and he may have always been.

You're looking up at him, face scrunched up in confusion and apprehension, when Hansol realises that he still has not replied to your question.

"I - you don't know?" The sentence comes out as a question even though he already knows the answer. But you're still shaking your head and he's still trying to work out how he's going to tell you this.

"Well, I suppose, like Elizabeth, my heart is ... already spoken for." He breathes, his voice as quiet as he can manage as to not spook you away. He's struggling to meet your eyes, but he's hoping the unspoken implications are enough to clue you into what he's thinking.

You take a step closer, and he feels light-headed.

"You're in love with someone else?" You whisper, trying desperately to understand his meaning. Your eyes are shining brightly, and your lips are slightly parted in confusion, and his gaze keeps moving between the two of them. The tension in the air is so thick he thinks he's going to be sick.

"Y/n..." Hansol murmers, unable to say anything more. You're clearly taken aback by the use of your name, but this is quickly overtaken by the dawning realisation of its implication. He's trying to desperately restrain himself from moving towards you, but all he wants is to touch you, hold you, and draw you closer to him.

He follows your eyes move from his eyes to his lips and then back up again. As you step closer once again, the tether holding back his unravelling mind is snapped and he moves forward, grabbing your arm gently and pulling you close, the other arm travelling around you to the small of your back. Your faces are so close to each other now, and he can feel the warmth of your breath on his lips and it is intoxicating.

He's looking for any sign to keep going or to stop, but you are frozen still and the seconds pass by like hours, until you give him a small nod and his lips are pressed against yours with no hesitation. Your lips are softer than he's expecting, and he hopes that his inexperience isn't ruining it for you, but then you sigh and melt into his arms, and all other considerations fly out of the window. You're kissing him back, and he could never have imagined how good it would feel as you run your hands through his hair.

A few moments pass and he's forced to break away from you, gasping for breath and cursing his inexperience. You are looking at him with impossibly round eyes and swollen lips, and he's quite sure it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Then, he's reaching back out to you and -

"Hansol!" A loud yell tears through the backyard, and you both jump back in shock. His eyes shoot wide open as you step back, clearly taken aback by the interruption.

"Hansol, I know you can hear me!" His brain is playing catch up when he recognises that the voice is his mother's, meaning that his family has just returned from London. "You'll never guess who's here to see you!"

Elizabeth is here and so too, unfortunately, are her parents.

Hansol feels bad that he's being so miserable, but Elizabeth's matching scowl suggests that she has a lot more to worry about than his brooding.

For the last two days, he has been forced to give the Moteley's a tour of the town they'd known for over a decade, entertain them at breakfast, lunch and dinner, and not once has he had the chance to find you and explain what is happening. Ditching you after confessing his love and kissing you was not at all a part of his plan, and he hasn't even been able to hear you talk about your own feelings. He can't even imagine how you are feeling right now.

Hansol and Elizabeth are walking along an uneven path in the woods on the outskirts of town, able to have their first conversation alone since Elizabeth's arrival at the house. She's clearly just as miserable as he is, and Hansol feels bad that he hasn't checked in with her yet.

"How are you doing? I hope your parents aren't giving you too much trouble..." He trails off at the pointed look Elizabeth gives him.

"I wish. I really thought that it was worse to have the constant questioning of why we aren't married, but I was so wrong. It's so much worse now." She sighs, and Hansol feels his heart drop for her.

It wasn't Elizabeth's fault for falling in love with someone else, and he knows that he is actually just her parent's punishment of choice.

"My parents have been asking about it too. Apparently, the Ton is all in a tizzy about a three-year engagement period." He adds, rolling his eyes. He's not sure that this is comforting but, at least, he hopes that Elizabeth knows that he understands how she feels.

"It would have been so much easier if we'd just gotten married when we were engaged, then none of this would have happened!" She huffs, and Hansol gloomily wonders if he'd have ever worked out his feelings for you if they hadn't waited to get married.

"I'm sure there's a solution..." He tries to reassure her, but even he is struggling to see a way out of this one that ends up with everyone happy.

"Hansol," Elizabeth has stopped walking and is now holding onto his hands, a desperate look on her face. "My parents are not happy about the affair, at all. They've threatened to kick me out if I'm not married by next summer. Please," Oh, shit. "You once told me that it didn't matter to you, please tell me that you meant it."

Hansol feels his whole world melting away. He's finally managed to confess his feelings to you, but how could he break his promise and condemn someone to destitution just for his own selfish desires? There is truly no right choice in this situation.

"I did mean it," He sighs deeply, wondering if he's about to make the biggest mistake of his life. "I won't let them do that to you."

You feel like you're twelve again, watching Elizabeth get everything you've ever dreamed of.

The emotions of your kiss with Hansol have yet to wear off, but now they are tangled with despair, anger and heartbreak as you watch from the sidelines as they stand there, hand-in-hand, happily announcing the date of their wedding. For two people with no heart in it, they are holding each other painfully close.

How could you ever believe that you could compete with Elizabeth? Perhaps she'd been moved to the back of Hansol's mind whilst she was away, but now she's back and Hansol's priorities are crystal clear to you.

No one is looking at you, least of all Hansol, and you're glad. No matter how hard you try, you know all of your emotions are splattered across your face - your brow in a permanent scowl, lips pinched together, and a dangerous level of pain in your eyes. You are surrounded by people cheering and smiling, and every time you hear the clap of hands together, you feel it like a bullet through your chest.

The announcement is ending, and you are the first to leave, practically sprinting to get away from this place. You don't know where you're going, but you do know that you cannot be around anyone right now. Streaking away from your neighbourhood and towards the grassy outskirts on the edge of town, you hear your name being called behind you and you ignore it.

"Y/n!" The familiar voice calls. "Y/n, please, wait!" It's getting closer and you curse your flimsy shoes and long skirts for stopping you from running. You feel fury blazing across your body, and you cannot believe that he feels entitled to say your name right now.

"What?!" You spit, spinning on the spot to see Hansol chasing after you, a few feet behind. His face is pale and he is breathing heavily from running after you.

"Please, can we talk about this? I'm so sorry-"

"You want to talk about this? I hate to break it to you but you're about 72 hours too late for that." The scorn is dripping in your voice as you cannot contain your hurt anymore, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Are you going to tell me that you made a mistake? You've loved Elizabeth this whole time? Or do you want me to be your commoner mistress to ease the pain of your loveless marriage? Because I don't want to hear it!"

Hansol's mouth is opening to try and explain, but he closes it again as he seems paralyzed by your words.

"I sincerely hope that you are happy together, my Lord." He does not get the chance to speak as you're already gone, racing into the vast fields ahead of you. You feel like your breath has been captured and taken away from you as you wheeze for air, tears flurrying down your face. You wish he would just leave you alone, go off and be happy with Elizabeth and never look back to you. It would hurt less than him trying to have both.

You barricade yourself into your studio for the next two weeks.

You know your cousins know something's wrong now - Rosa keeps looking at you pitifully, Josh won't stop visiting you as you work, and Harriet straight up asks you what is going on. You can't bring yourself to explain the situation to them, not wanting to rehash the memory and, despite everything, not wanting to bring shame to Hansol.

At the very least, you think that your art is the best it's ever been - hours and hours of dedication poured into the marble sculptures that take a form you could previously have only dreamed of. The deadline is creeping up on you, but thanks to your recent hiatus on normal life, you think you'll actually be able to finish everything in time.

You don't know if Hansol has tried to see you again - as far as you are aware he hasn't, and none of your cousins have suggested anything otherwise. Half of you is filled with relief that you don't have to see him and that he actually listened to you, but the other half cannot help but miss him desperately. You curse your rotten mind for being so fickle after what he's done to you, and it is almost amusing how much more you miss him now than you did for the three years you were away.

You've spent more than a few nights up throughout the slumbering hours, finding more solace in your work than you can in your sleep. Every time your head is forced to hit the pillow, your dreams are filled with him, that night by the lake, and what your future could have been like if Elizabeth never came to visit all those years ago.

With a deep sigh, you attempt to clear your head. The Reverend is coming later in the day to check on your progress and start moving statues over to the church if all is deemed successful. You need to focus.

You manage to whittle away the next few hours making minor adjustments to your already completed statues. Looking them over once more, you can't help but feel a proud sting in your chest. Despite your life seemingly falling apart before your eyes, you truly have done something you weren't sure you were capable of. Your studio is so full that you've had to start moving some of the small items into your personal room, and it truly did look like a museum. The only thing left for you to do now is to work on the marble that had already been attached to the church, and you feel sorrowful knowing your project is nearly over.

Soon, the Reverend and a few of the townsfolk are at your door, happily signing off on the statues and beginning the preparations to have them moved. Knowing you wouldn't see the statues again only the unveiling of the church at the end of the month, you are finding it surprisingly difficult to part with them. The elegant faces have been your sole companions in your misery and losing them feels like losing a friend.

"Wow, I can't believe you're almost finished ... the room feels so empty now." You startle at Josh's voice behind you. Somehow he's sneaked into your studio without you noticing, and is cradling one of the small proto-type models that you get to keep.

"I know," You smile softly. "Cousin, I - I need to tell you something."

Josh's eyes flash in confusion before a look of understanding dawns on his face.

"Ah. I think I might know -"

"I'm leaving."

Josh jumps, eyebrows raising in surprise. You've caught him off guard and it isn't nice to see his usually so confident demeanour turn downcast.

"Oh! That wasn't what I was expecting..." He starts, giving you a pouty look. "You're totally convinced?"

You nod, sighing gently as you pour over your decision in your head.

"I think it's the right thing for me right now. Once I've finished the project, I have nothing tying me here, and I'll have enough saved up to get my own place, so I won't be scrimping off of you anymore." You try to smile reassuringly, but it falters quickly at the sorrowful expression on your cousin's face.

"This is your home too, you know that right?" He refutes, and you can't help but be moved by his attempts to dissuade you.

"I know, I do. I just think it's time for something new." 

"Is this about Han-"

"I can't talk about that, Josh." You interject, your heart aching in your chest. You feel your breathing getting more laboured as you are confronted with the truth that your cousin knows. You must admit that it would have been strange for them not to notice your languishing at all, but you didn't realise just how obvious your feelings must have been.

Josh moves forward, grasping your hands.

"I don't know what happened between you two, or what is happening now with Elizabeth, but I do know that you have been miserable since the wedding announcement. All I want is to see my cousin happy, and if that means leaving all of this behind, I understand. I just wish I could do more to help you."

You feel tears prodding the corners of your eyes at Josh's sincerity. You know you cannot tell him any more details, afraid of ruining his relationship with Hansol and causing more issues, but you're beyond grateful for his support.

"Josh, I -" You're taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself before you let the emotions of the entire situation get a hold of you. "I don't know if I can be happy here."

He nods, reaching forward with a handkerchief to wipe the tears away from your cheek.

"Okay, you have to promise to keep in touch though. And visit regularly?"

"I will, I promise."

Hansol hasn't slept for two weeks.

Nights tossing and turning turn into at most a few hours of slumber, but he is constantly plagued by his own decision and the burned-in memory of the tears falling down your face.

Elizabeth seems happier now - she's smiling more and engaging in family activities, but Hansol can tell that something is still troubling her as well. He still hasn't told her about what happened with you, not wanting to add any more stress to the situation. But, without the ability to tell her, or his closest friend, Hansol feels like he's drowning in the thoughts all by himself.

Everything feels like a puzzle he is not smart enough to solve, taunting him as jagged sides refuse to fit together and allow him the clarity to sort through his feelings.

His acting has completely fallen apart. With his heart not in it his lines feel flat and his movements stale, and he can see the concern in Mr Downey's eyes getting larger with each failed rehearsal.

Hoping that another walk will this time give him some coherence of thought, he sets off into town. His mother asked him to grab a few suppliers for her this morning, and its a good excuse to get out of that house and away from Elizabeth's parents. They've been nothing but overbearing since the announcement, constantly asking for more updates, pushing for a quicker wedding, and Lady Moteley had even asked a painful question about whether or not you would be making the guest list. Hansol knows her implication was for you to not be included, and was grateful that Elizabeth quickly shut that down. Not that he thinks you'll come, or knows what he'll do if you do.

A hand appears in front of his chest, forcing him to screech to a halt in the middle of West Avenue.

"Hey, are you alright?" It's Josh, and he's giving Hansol a confused look. Hansol realises that he's been walking completely consumed by his own thoughts, and hadn't noticed his friend walking up to him at all.

"Um, yeah, sorry! I didn't see you there."

"Right, are you heading to the shops?"

"Yeah, are you going that way too?" Hansol asks, not opposed to some company to keep him out of his own head.

"Kind of, I'll accompany you if that's suitable?" Josh smiles, but Hansol sees something spark across his expression that he doesn't recognise.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Hansol says as the pair start to walk towards the town centre. Josh hums in agreement, nodding his head with a rueful laugh.

"I suppose you must have been busy with wedding preparations?" Josh says with a teasing smile, poking his side.

"Uh, yeah, I suppose so." Hansol responds, feeling his mood shift and wincing at his inability to cover it. Josh is looking over at him, and with a long sigh pats Hansol's shoulder comfortingly.

"There's something I think you should know."

Hansol stills at the seriousness of Josh's tone.

"I feel like you're about to tell me you've only got three days left to live." He jokes, trying to lighten the mood and feeling instantly worse when Josh doesn't respond in turn.

"Hansol..." Josh exhales, and for a moment Hansol wonders if he'd accidentally stumbled onto a horrifying truth. "(Y/n)'s leaving again."

Hansol feels his entire body stop, unable to function in response to the new information. His brain has positively short-circuited and he can't form a coherent thought, let alone sentence, to respond to his friend. But Josh is staring at him with a cautious yet sorrowful look, and all he wants to do is understand.

"What do you mean leaving? Like, on holiday? For a year? Forever?!" He splutters, his brain switching into hyperspeed as he tries to make sense of the situation. "Leaving where? Back to Edinburgh? -"

"Hey, calm down." Josh is holding his shoulders still and Hansol doesn't realise he'd been bobbing about with distress, and he's thankful for Josh's intervention because he doesn't think he would have stopped talking otherwise.

"I don't know all the details, but I think she wants to leave for at least a little while. She's going to wait until the end of summer whilst she's finding a place to live, but then she'll be gone." Josh explains and none of it is making Hansol feel better.

"Oh god, this is my fault." He laments. "I pushed her away and I'll never see her again."

As Josh comforts him, Hansol only feels worse for making his friend console him for driving his own cousin away. Josh has every right to be mad with him right now, and Hansol supposes the only explanation is that you must not have fully explained the situation to him.

Eyes wide and stammering, he backs up, feeling even more sick than before.

"I - I have to go. Thank you for telling me. I just - I" Hansol isn't able to finish his thought before he is running back to his home, leaving a baffled Joshua behind him.

"Woah! What is going on with you?"

Elizabeth has found him crashed on the sofa in the seldom-used study in the left wing of the house. Letting out a long groan, Hansol cannot even begin to explain himself.

"Seriously, this is worrying." She stands up to close the door before returning to his side, a gentle hand placed on his arm. "You can tell me."

Sitting up, Hansol looks at Elizabeth's concerned face and supposes that she couldn't really be mad about this.

"I - I've messed it all up." He starts, his voice shaky. Elizabeth frowns, leaning forward to prompt him to keep talking.

"I didn't know that you'd be coming back and (Y/n) came back at the start of the summer and I just completely wiped the engagement from my mind. I thought that it would all work out and you could find someone else, but I made a promise that I have to stick through. But, instead of hiding my feelings like I should have done, I got caught up in the moment and confessed my love and now I've ended up hurting the woman I love and making myself an entirely unpleasant husband to you."

Hansol is blurting it all out, the relief of finally unloading his feelings washing over him.

Elizabeth looks shocked, and Hansol feels bad that he didn't keep her updated about any of this until now.

"You love (Y/n)?"

It's Hansol's turn to be shocked. 

"What do you mean? You know I love her. I overheard you and your mother talking a few years ago and you said that there was love between us?"

"What? No, I knew that she loved you, not that you loved her! Hansol, she told me when we were children, you have never breathed a word of any feelings to me before?" Elizabeth exclaims, backing away from him in confusion.

All this time Hansol thought she knew, thought that was the reason she felt she could tell him about her affair. The reason he realised he loved you - he'd completely misread the situation.

He's expecting her to lash out, even if it would be unfair. He's made a promise to her and now brought his own feelings into the picture, and it's complicating the situation even more so she would have a right to be mad at him. The pained expression on her face suggests that she is feeling the same too.

"Hansol, does she love you too?" She breaths.

"I - I don't know for sure. But there was a kiss..." He feels guilty saying it, and cannot bear to see Elizabeth's expression.

"Oh god," Elizabeth whispers, and he's certain that he's managed to mess things up even more. "Hansol, you cannot marry me."

Huh. 

What?

Hansol blinks in confusion; this is not what he was expecting Elizabeth to say.

"If I'd have known that you love her I would never have asked you to marry me! I thought it was an unrequited crush on her part, but now that I know that you love her too, I cannot stand between you!" She exclaims.

"But, what will you do? How could I condemn you to destitution?"

"Hansol, two years ago you promised me that you would marry me anyways after I admitted that I had an affair. You gave me the chance to experience my happiness and come back to you afterwards. You have to let me do the same. My love was doomed from the start, but yours isn't, and I refuse to be the person to standing in the way." Elizabeth grasps his hand. "I'll be okay, I promise. Let me repay you for the kindness you showed me."

Hansol's head is a spinning mess, but he knows the one thing he needs to do now.

You are unconvinced that you should be attending the summer show at the Solaris, but your cousins seem resolute in dragging you there against your will.

The outside of the grand theatre has been covered with whimsical ivy branches, colourful flowers, and mystical cut-out sprites. As you enter through billowing chiffon curtains, you feel like you are entering into the fairy world. The theatre is lit by candles, and the warm light is bouncing off of the maze of mirrors which are tied to the side walls. The stage is already set with a full forest scene, log stumps brought in to represent trees and a beautifully painted backdrop picturing the magical landscape. Crafted toadstools and grass little the floor, and to the righthand side you see a second panel with the drawings of a castle courtyard ready to be wheeled in for the correct scenes.

Taking your seat, you cannot help but wonder if you still have time to make an escape. Looking to the exit, you see Rosa giving you an unimpressed glance and quickly put to rest those ideas. You're emotions are already flaring at the thought of seeing Hansol again, but you hope that in the dim light of the audience he won't be able to find you. You are at least grateful that you're cousins aren't able to get front row seats.

All too quickly, the narrator is on the stage and the chattering is hushed as the play begins.

You see Hansol seconds before he gets onto stage, his nervous shaking quickly morphing into a confident strut as he bursts to life. He's even better than you remember, hitting the emotional and comedic beats perfectly as the audience melts into his palms. You are slightly in awe watching, and you can't believe that he ever had thoughts about quitting.

As the play continues, you find yourself slowly being transported away from your own thoughts and into the fantasy world in front of you. Mr Downey has done an excellent job, you have to admit, and the actors are giving their all to their roles.

The play is drawing into the fourth act as you feel Hansol's eyes find you.

        "My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,         Of this their purpose hither to this wood;         And I in fury hither follow'd them,         Fair Helena in fancy following me."

His monologue begins, and you are bewitched, trapped under his intense gaze. He is clutching a string clasped around his neck tightly, his other arm reaching into the audience. 

        "But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,—         But by some power it is,—my love to Hermia,         Melted as the snow, seems to me now         As the remembrance of an idle gaud         Which in my childhood I did dote upon;         And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,         The object and the pleasure of mine eye,         Is only Helena."

Your heart is racing and you feel as if Hansol is speaking to you directly. The life drains from your face as he releases the necklace, revealing the marble lily you made him attached to the end of it.

        "To her, my lord,         Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:         But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;         But, as in health, come to my natural taste,"

Hansol's brow is drawn together, his eyes full of emotion as he speaks. You feel as if he is pleading the words to the audience, to you.

        "Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,         And will for evermore be true to it."

Hansol's eyes have not left yours as he speaks his monologue, begging you to understand his meaning. He knows a great declaration won't make up for the hurt he's caused, but he hopes, at the least, that you know how much he loves you. 

Tears are blurring his vision, but he's almost certain you are crying too, a soft, emotional look capturing your features.

He's moving off of the stage, finished with the scene, but still trying to maintain eye contact with you. Your warm gaze follows him off of the stage until you are physically blocked from view, and he releases his breath, not realising that he'd been holding it since he'd finished his lines.

Hansol struggles to remember the rest of his lines as the show draws to a close. His mind is solely transfixed on you, and he half expects you to walk out, but you stay, you laugh, and you cheer as they bow to the audience.

The applause goes on for much longer than Hansol wants, and even as it subsides, he's being dragged away from the one place he wants to be.

"-thank everyone tonight, you really gave it everything! I've got a few special bottles-" "-staying a enjoy, celebrate together-"

He's tuning in and out of the conversation, trying to think of a way out before deciding he can worry about explanations later. Sprinting out of the backstage area, and leaving a fair few puzzled faces behind him, Hansol prays that you haven't left with your cousins yet.

He thanks the heavens above as he spots you waiting alone at the side theatre door, swaying nervously and fighting with your dress. After two weeks of not seeing you, he's taken aback by how beautiful you look all dressed up for the performance. This is the first social event he's seen you at this summer, and he promises to himself that he must bring you to as many as he can if you give him the chance.

Rushing over to you, he signals for the two of you to slip into the alleyway next to the theatre.

"That was really -"

"Did you enjoy-"

You both start at the same time, and Hansol wants nothing more than to hear your voice as he signals for you to continue.

"The performance was really amazing," You start softly, gazing at him in a way that has his stomach in shambles. "You were really amazing."

"I'm glad you thought so." He says, forcing himself not to just break down immediately.

"That speech -"

"I meant every word of it." Hansol states firmly, resolute to make you understand. Your eyebrows furrow into a sincere expression.

"But ... Elizabeth?" You ask, pained at the mention of his former fiancee.

"We broke off the engagement. Or, well, she broke off the engagement when I told her that I am in love with you."

You breathe in sharply, taken aback by his words. You are struggling to believe what you are hearing, crushed by the overwhelming weight of the confusion, surprise, and yearning that has overtaken your body.

"-I was so caught up in keeping promises and doing my duty, I did the last thing I'd ever wanted to do - I hurt you, I pushed you away and I made you feel like you weren't deserving of my love when, really, I'm the one who needs to prove myself to you.-" 

Hansol is looking at you with so much sincerity and love you wonder how you ever missed the emotion in his eyes.

"-But I need you to know," He steps forward, clasping your hands in his, "that I have loved you for as long as I have known you. And if you'll have me, I'd like to love you for the rest of my life."

You move your hand up to his face, feeling his breath hitch as you run your fingers along his cheek. Your already tear-stained cheeks are wetted again at his words and the hauntingly lovestruck look he's giving you.

"I love you," You breathe, unable to speak louder than a whisper. "I've always loved you. I think everyone knew it, and I could never understand how you didn't know it too."

The air lightens as you both let out a small laugh, your mutual blindness to each other's feelings becoming amusingly clear.

"But," The atmosphere darkens as your thoughts turn stormy. "Hansol, you can't be with me. I am a commoner, a result of scandal at that, and you are to be Duke. It would never be accepted-"

"I don't care." Hansol's fingers are wiping the tears from your cheeks. "I couldn't care less about that people might think. We'll run away, go to Edinburgh or explore the world. Time will tide society's ire, but I'm not willing to waste another second without you."

You let out a choked sob-laugh, completely overwhelmed.

"You're right," You manage to mumble, a smile blossoming on your face. "I'm tired of living for other people."

He nods encouragingly and it takes everything not to pull his face into yours.

"I just want you." You breathe, and Hansol's lips are on yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you feel like the heavens themselves have blessed you. All of your built-up feelings, a decade's worth of love, you pour into his lips. In turn, Hansol is pulling you into him, hands framing your jaw as he tries to get even closer to you.

You pull away, gasping for breath and looking up into Hansol's eyes. He rests his forehead against your and takes his hands away from your face to grab your hands again. 

"I'm going to marry you," He pants, and the statement causes your heart to completely wither away in happiness.

You angle his chin so that he meets your gaze as you beam up at him.

"Just don't take three years to do it."

The ceremony was simple and intimate.

Of course, you didn't want to attract too much of society's attention, but, more than that, neither of you cared to have anyone other than your closest friends and family with you on your happy occasion.

You'd cried the moment you stepped into the church you'd helped create, and you were sure that you heard Hansol weeping alongside you.

Surrounded by your cousins, Hansol's family, Elizabeth, and your closest friends from the town, the two of you promised your hearts to one another in a promise you knew you wouldn't break.

"Come on! Just quickly-" You're dragging Hansol away from the party into the ground floor of the manor. Your friends and family are sure to notice your absence immediately, but you hope that they give you the grace you leave the party this once.

"We're meant to be leaving soon! They're going to start the Honeymoon without us!"

You giggle at Hansol's ludicrous suggestion and the sincere expression on his face.

"I promise it'll be quick! I just want to show you something!"

Running into your almost empty studio, you push Hansol to turn on the corner lamp as you swing the door shut behind you.

"Okay, show me."

Grabbing his arm, you lead your husband over to your easel, one of the only pieces of furniture left in the room and cover his eyes with your hands.

"Close your eyes," You say, releasing one of your hands to swivel the canvas around so that it is facing the pair of you. "Okay, now you can look!"

You hear Hansol's breath hitch as he takes in the painting in front of him. Studying his face for all emotion, you feel a rush of pride for your work as a joyful laugh breaks across his features. Looking around at you, then back at the painting, and then back around again, Hansol's hands find your face in gleeful amazement.

"When did you do this?" 

You look back over at your painting. It was incomplete, but a clear depiction of Hansol, dressed in white bell-sleeved shirt and dark trousers as he captured the stage completely. The image of him, completely overtaken in the role, had never left your mind and you wanted to create something that captured that aura. A painting that would show him what you see when he's on stage, and why he should continue to follow his passions.

"This week, I wanted to give it to you as a wedding present." You smile up at him, stroking his hair back from his face.

"Wow, this is unbelievable. I thought you were a sculptor?!"

"I am," You giggle, "But I didn't forget how to paint when I specialised my craft."

Hansol lets out a disbelieving sigh, shaking his head in awe.

"What about this bit? Are you going to take it with us and finish it on the Honeymoon?"

"Well, I was actually hoping that I could finish it now?" You ask, batting your eyelashes in mock pleading. 

"What? Now?" His mouth drops open in shock, and you think it might be the cutest thing you've ever seen.

"It won't take long! I just need to see your face properly to finish all the details."

Before he can even agree, you are dragging him over to the chair in front of the easel. 

"Wait! Wait!" He interjects, and for a moment you think he's going to tell you that you won't have time. But then, he's removing his jacket and waistcoat. "If we're doing this I should at least match the clothing."

You are filled with glee as you move back around to your canvas, peering your head to the side to watch your husband pose his head and torso just as you had painted it.

Picking up your brush, you go to start painting until you notice his collar is tucked the wrong way. Moving back over to him as he gives you a confused look, you playfully brush the hair from his face and slip your hand into his shirt, moving the collar back out.

You forget to breathe completely as his hands come straight up to your waist, holding you in position above him. Unable to break your eyes away from his, you begin to slip your hand further into his shirt. You can feel his heartbeat pick up speed as your hand rests over his chest. 

A beat passes where neither of you move, and then Hansol is pulling you down onto his lap, his hands gripping your waist for dear life as your lips crash together. This kiss is rougher than the other ones, your mouths moving against one another as if it's the last thing you'll ever do. Your hands curl into his hair, and he groans a deep sigh that sets off a deep ache in your body.

"I can't believe you're mine..." He breaks away, looking deeply into your eyes with a sense of urgency you can only match.

"And you're mine." You grin, pressing a quick peck against his forehead.

Hansol is looking at you in a way that's making you blush, and you feel completely naked under his gaze. He knows you to your core, and that deep vulnerability is making you flustered.

Moving your hands back to his shirt, your fingers hover over the buttons, looking at him for confirmation.

"Here?" He pants, a quizzical brow raised.

"Why not?" You shrug, and you guess it's enough for him as he chuckles, nodding and pulling your hands onto the buttons. 

Slowly, you undo them one by one, taking care not to go too quickly. His breathing is getting progressively more laboured as you making your way further down his torso, revealing more and more of his skin. As you push the shift from his shoulders, you can't help but take a moment to take in the sight before you. 

It's your turn to squirm as Hansol reaches forward, slowly pushing the shoulders of your wedding gown off as he maintains eye contact with you. You shudder under the intensity of his gaze and the cold air nipping against your skin, and can't help but feel grateful when his eyes dart away to look at your exposed skin. He's looking back at you for confirmation, and as you nod, he pushes the dress further down, exposing your chest completely to him. 

A content sigh leaves his mouth as he comes face to face with your chest, a look of pure heaven on his face.

"God, you're so beautiful." He breathes and your face is flushed in embarrassment at the attention. Reaching forward, his hand ghosts over your breast as he presses small kisses against your neck. Arching your body into his gives him the courage to touch you fully, cupping your breast in his hand and testing his grip on the soft flesh. You let out a happy hum as he rolls his fingers over your nipple and you swear you hear him curse to himself.

Moving your hands to his chest, you allow yourself to sink fully into the feeling. His hands on you and yours on him, mutually exploring each other's bodies for the first time. Wet, hot kisses have you both gasping for air. Experimentally, you roll your hips down into his and his head snaps up to look at you, mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Wait, just so you know - I haven't done this before." He's blushing, and you're surprised at the information. It is fairly standard for men of the nobility to have experience before marriage, and Hansol's choice not to is rather unorthodox.

"That's okay!" Your head hangs as you look away from him, fear spiking at what you're about to tell him. "I have - once. I know I should have told you sooner, and I completely understand if you want to stop now but-"

Hansol's hands are on your face, pushing your chin up so that you're forced to look at him.

"Hey, it's okay." He reassures, rubbing small circles into your jaw. "I'm not judging you. Honestly, I'm a little jealous but also a little glad that one of us knows how this works?"

You release a relieved laugh and wonder if you could possibly love this man any more.

"Let me show you?" You ask, and you see him swallow a lump in his throat as he nods.

Gently placing his hands back onto your waist, you capture Hansol's lips back into a sweet kiss. You gently begin rolling your hips into his, taken over by a wash of pleasure that he is clearly also feeling. His hands grasp onto you, pushing your hips down into a steady rhythm.

Soon, you're grabbing his hand, and slowly leading into under the skirts of your dress. He grasps onto your thigh and you sigh happily at the contact. His roams begin to roam down and then back up your leg, traversing the new territory.

"Wait, I - I want to see you." He stops moving his hand and you can do nothing but oblige. A small whine leaves his throat as you push yourself off of his lap, but then you're pushing the rest of your dress down past your hips until you're completely exposed to him, and you're not sure if Hansol is breathing at all anymore. 

"Is that - I mean, am I-" You're interrupted as Hansol stands up, pulling you back into him. 

"Don't you dare even ask." He scolds, pushing the hair out of your face. "You're exquisite, I genuinely can't believe I'm allowed to see you like this."

Feeling your whole body warm up with the praise, you nod hoping your speechlessness is not preventing him from knowing that you feel the same.

"May I?" You ask, looking down at the rest of his clothes.

"Please," He breathes. Your lips attach to his neck and he's gasping breathily. Your hands travel down his torso, taking your time to feel as much of the smooth skin as you can. Reaching for the buttons of his trousers, you gently undo the garment, pushing them from his hips and to the floor. His drawers are next to go, and you feel yourself clenching your legs as you take him all in for the first time.

Not wanting to prolong any embarrassment the two of you may be feeling at the new indecent exposure, you push him back down onto the chair, straddling his waist. Your lips meet again as your hand works its way down to his cock. Tracing your hand along its length, you can feel Hansol shuddering beneath you. You slowly begin pumping him, ears filled with the musical sound of his moans. With your other hand, you lead his hand between your legs. Guiding his fingers to circle your clit, you moan at the feeling of his hand working against you.

His fingers slip backwards, finding their way towards your core, and Hansol slowly slips one finger inside you. Arching into him, you feel overcome by the feeling. Slowly pumping into you, you feel his eyes watching your every moment, intent on learning by trying and responding more to every moan and gasp.

Feeling yourself getting higher into the clouds, you still his hand. 

"Sorry, did I do something wrong?" He asks, confused. 

"No, not at all! I just - I want you inside me, fully." You shake your head, blushing at the vulgarity of your words.

"Oh, okay," He breathes, nodding with wide eyes.

Positioning your core over him, you gently position his cock so that it's poking at your entrance. Sinking down onto him every so slightly, loud moans from both of you fill your studio. As you get used to the feeling of him inside you, you let yourself sink further and further down, slowly taking all of him inside you. Hansol's eyes are completely screwed shut by the time you sit down onto him, and it's a sight you take time to commit to memory. You let out a shuddered breath as you pull yourself back up, and Hansol's hands clasp onto your waist, helping to keep you upright.

Your head starts spinning as you start rolling your hips against his, pushing yourself on and off of him in a way that makes you see stars. His hands are guiding your movements, pushing and pulling as you grind down onto him. A sense of urgency appears in his pitchy moans as his hands usher you to move quicker. You're mewling by the time he starts bucking his hips up into you.

"Oh shit, you feel so good" He's whispering into your ear and it's sending you into a frenzy. All you can do is moan in response, pushing yourself back against him. Your mouth is back on his to stop the obscene noises you are making, and you feel your vision blinding as he thrusts into you.

"Hansol, please-" You whimper. Your body is folding into his, only able to stay upright because of the iron grip he has on your hips. It's almost too much, but the sounds that he's groaning have you determined to keep moving, not daring to punish yourself with their loss.

You dig your nails into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as you feel your release building up. His cock twitches inside you and you clench at the feeling, leaving you both crying out in pleasure.

"I love you" His words are almost sobbed, gasped out between whining moans.

"I love you" You whisper back, jaw falling slack as your orgasm overtakes your body. Falling slump against him, jolts of pleasure leave your body twitching as you leave the world momentarily. Underneath you, you just about register his last groans as his hips halt their movements, pushed in as close to you as he can get.

Breathing heavily, you look deeply into your husband's eyes. Fond smiles break across your faces as you come down from your highs. Hands caressing your jaw, he pulls you close for a chaste kiss, before his head rolls back onto the chair in satisfied exhaustion. You giggle, resting your head against his shoulder.

"I think the driver might have left already."

[saskiamcc]

Producer's script breakdown and locations meeting

15/02/2024

I wanted to fully break down the latest script that we had for myself as I knew there was a lot of locations and characters that I had to consider for this film.

Firstly, I went through all scenes and determined the locations that we need. It looked as if we needed a total of 7/8 locations:

Flat interior

Hardware store

Bench overlooking Edinburgh

Edinburgh streets x2/3

Bus

Next I went through and highlighted all the characters we needed. This came to 2 main characters:

Mr Balloonhead Man

Gary, the hardware store owner

And 5/6 extras:

the voice of Sarah, Mr Balloonhead Man's boss

the bams in the street x2

the person on the bike

the people glaring at him on the street x2

I had a zoom meeting with Duncan to discuss the locations and what we can do where.

Locations

Interior flat

Initially, for the interior location, we wanted to use Lili's flat since it had red walls and interesting shapes, however due to availability, we cannot use it. As an alternative, we have decided to use Duncan's flat, which is also beneficial because he has a living room which is quite close to the kitchen so set ups won't be too difficult. Additionally, Duncan knows the space really well and it helps that he can block and plan in his own time. We also have this space planned to use for the creative exercise, meaning that we can practice movement and lighting before the shoot.

Duncan and I discussed that while the space doesn't have the coloured walls we were looking for to make the space look visually interesting, it's great for accessibility and planning. We're hoping that we can make up for this through production design.

Hardware store

For the hardware store, we have already scouted a few around Edinburgh, including one in Marchmont, and one in Morningside. I particularly like the one in Morningside because it is a big space with walls filled with products. This is so important for the script as we want to make this space as intimidating as possible and as an added benefit, we have two potential unit bases less than 10 minutes away for actors to use as a green room.

Duncan and I have already been to the store in Marchmont, so in this meeting we discussed doing a recce to the Morningside shop in the next few days. There are some limitations here to consider however. The shop is on a main road, meaning that there could be quite a lot of foot traffic, however after last semester when I filmed in a corner shop, I am confident that this will not be a problem since I am experienced working around the general public.

Exterior bench

For the final scene on the bench, Duncan, Gus and I discussed using a particular bench on Queen's Drive, just on the base of Arthur's seat. I knew that this is quite an ambitious location as Arthur's seat is a key landmark in Edinburgh, so I emailed around to some lecturers to see if this would be a good idea. The general response I received was maybe to try somewhere else as getting this location may require a hefty fee, however I am really determined to get this location due to the beautiful view. On my call with Duncan, I did extensive research and found the website Historic Environment Scotland, which provided me with information about filming at historical sites.

I was pleased to see that for student films, the fees don't apply, so I applied for a permission on the website, detailing the requirements for the shoot, the crew and cast numbers. Duncan and I agreed that we could do this scene with a skeleton crew if needed. After our call, Duncan walked over to the bench since he lives quite close, to scout out if it was appropriate to film on and sent me the coordinates and any possible issues. The only possible issues that he found was the sound may be an issue due to the fact it is quite a busy road. However he did go at around 6pm and after doing some research, I found that Historic Environment Scotland actually close the road from 08:15 to 15:45, which is perfect for us.

Run and Gun locations

After extensive discussion about the street scenes, we decided that we were going to do some run and gun filming to capture the stress that Balloonhead Man feels in the outside world. We agreed that there were quite a few nice quiet streets around Duncan's flat just off the Royal Mile, which could work quite nicely, as it is a mix of new and old buildings. This means that we could film in locations quite close together while making it seem like its all around the city. We agreed that Duncan was going to decide which places he wanted to film in for each shot and get back to me so we could scout them out.

Casting choices

Mr Balloonhead Man

Our next discussion in this meeting was who we were going to cast. For the body of Mr Balloonhead Man, I messaged an actor on the MA acting course who some of our course mates have worked with before. Lev has done puppeteering in the fringe before, and I have been told that she is incredibly skilled in movement acting, so I knew that she was someone I wanted to consider. She agreed to taking the role almost immediately, so I went ahead and started organising a meeting with her and Duncan so they could discuss the project further.

For the voice, I already had someone in mind since I have worked with them before, however Duncan and I also thought it would be a good idea to send out casting calls and broaden our options. I contacted David Clarkson, who I worked with on A Tight Spot last semester and he immediately showed interest, so I was pretty certain that we were going to cast him, as I know that he is brilliant at conveying anxiety through his voice.

Having two different actors playing different parts of one character can be extremely difficult, but I am confident that this will work. I know that Lev and David have worked together before, which means that they know eachothers' style of acting well and I think this could be really helpful in getting the mannerisms of Mr Balloonhead Man just right.

Gary

For Gary, we needed an older actor, so I wrote up casting calls to send to India to format them onto the template design. The key information we needed to put across is:

Male presenting actor

Any ethnicity

Aged 45-65

Must be available 14th-17th March

I asked Fionntán and Duncan to send me some character inspiration for Gary and they sent me three options:

Jackie Elliot (Billy Elliot)

Begbie (Trainspotting 2)

Malcom Tucker (The Thick of It)

Sarah (the boss)

For Sarah, we needed a voice actor who was available after the shoot. I wrote up some information to put on a casting call to send out:

Any ethnicity

Aged 25-40

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Duncan and I felt so much more confident about the shoot after this meeting, it is really starting to come together. My next tasks are sending out the casting calls, securing locations and figuring out which days we should shoot which locations.

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Joiner Edinburgh, located in the heart of Edinburgh, is distinguished by its profound expertise and steadfast commitment to each assignment. This company shines in the realm of custom joinery, delivering a broad spectrum of services precisely crafted to fulfil the distinct demands of its clientele. Whether the task at hand involves substantial home improvements or specific joinery requests, our team of experts is devoted to providing top-notch quality and artistry.

We specialize in enhancing kitchens and bathrooms through our professional installation services, creating spaces that are as functional as they are visually appealing. Our capabilities also extend to loft conversions, where we transform overlooked attic spaces into valuable, appealing sections of your home. Additionally, we pride ourselves on our flooring installation services, which include a wide variety of materials and designs tailored to individual tastes.

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Our Key Services:

Kitchen Installations: Installing kitchens that perfectly marry functionality with design. Bespoke Wardrobe Design: Creating tailor-made wardrobes to optimize storage space efficiently. Bathroom Installations: Providing high-end bathroom fittings to enhance modern living spaces. Flooring Services: Laying down floors with precision, offering a multitude of styles and materials. Loft Conversions: Repurposing underutilized attic space into functional, appealing living areas. Custom Joinery: Offering personalized joinery solutions that cater to individual style preferences. Decking Installation: Building inviting outdoor spaces with our decking services. Garden Fence Installation: Constructing stylish and durable fences to elevate your garden’s look. Window and Door Installation: Ensuring homes are secure and energy-efficient with our fitting services. Garage Conversions: Transforming unused garage space into valuable areas for living or work. Garden Room Construction: Designing bespoke garden rooms, from offices to gyms, for versatile outdoor use.

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We not only enhance outdoor living with our decking solutions but also offer garden room constructions that range from gyms to relaxation areas, adding both functionality and charm to your property. Specializing in window and door installations, we guarantee your home’s security and aesthetic appeal.

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Week 2: Housing and More in Edinburgh!

Greetings once again from the enchanting landscapes of Scotland! As the sun continues to grace us with its warm embrace in Edinburgh, this week has been a blend of exploration, camaraderie, and settling into the rhythms of student life. Let me take you on a journey through our school induction, the unique housing provided by our program, and the nuances of daily life in this beautiful city.

Our week commenced with the school induction, an essential phase of our orientation process. It was a chance to familiarize ourselves with the sprawling campus, establish connections with fellow students, and fine-tune our schedules for the upcoming first week of classes. Amidst the excitement of new beginnings, our primary focus was on acclimating to our new living spaces.

Housing, a fundamental aspect of the study abroad experience, often poses challenges. Fortunately, our program takes a significant load off our shoulders by including housing costs in the overall tuition. This is a game-changer, easing the financial burden and allowing us to focus more on the academic and cultural aspects of our journey. Our home away from home is nestled within the confines of Orwell Terrace, one of the esteemed dormitories at Edinburgh Napier University.

The location is nothing short of ideal, with the residence within walking distance from the heart of the city. Orwell Terrace is more than just a building; it's a vibrant community housing students from all corners of the United States. The four-story structure is organized with two flats on each floor, and each flat accommodates eight rooms. What sets it apart is the thoughtful design, with each room being a single, featuring its private bathroom. It's more than just an accommodation; it's a curated experience of comfort and convenience.

Now, let's delve into the social dynamics of our living situation. While the assignment of flatmates was a random process, the outcome has been nothing short of extraordinary. All my fellow flatmates are from the United States, creating a diverse yet familiar atmosphere. The camaraderie has been instant, turning our flats not just into living spaces but into communities where shared experiences and stories unfold.

On the culinary front, our living situation allows us the flexibility of both home-cooked meals and exploration of the local food scene. Budgeting becomes a key consideration, striking a balance between savoring the delights of nearby restaurants and whipping up meals in our spacious kitchen. Speaking of which, our kitchen is equipped with practical amenities – a double fridge and freezer, along with two stove tops – making it a hub for culinary experiments and shared meals.

As we navigate the intricacies of daily life, our housing experience becomes an integral part of our study abroad journey. From the structured comfort of Orwell Terrace to the spontaneous connections with flatmates, Edinburgh is unfolding as not just a destination for education but a canvas for a transformative experience.

Stay tuned for more updates on our Scottish escapade as we immerse ourselves further into the rich tapestry of academia, culture, and community. The journey has just begun, and we invite you to join us in unraveling the mysteries and wonders of studying abroad in Scotland!

Enjoy some photos of the week!

Next stop: the first day of classes and the Highlands!

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Kitchen Renovation Edinburgh: Transforming Spaces with Elegance

Introduction

Embarking on a kitchen renovation journey in Edinburgh is more than just a makeover; it's a commitment to enhancing your living space. This comprehensive guide will navigate you through the intricacies of kitchen renovation in Edinburgh, offering insights, tips, and a touch of inspiration.

Exploring Kitchen Styles in Edinburgh

Renovating your kitchen in Edinburgh opens doors to diverse styles, from classic Victorian charm to modern minimalism. Discover the perfect blend that resonates with your taste and the city's rich architectural history.

Victorian Elegance with a Modern Twist

Unleash the timeless charm of Victorian-era kitchens while seamlessly integrating modern amenities. This fusion captures the essence of Edinburgh's historic beauty while catering to contemporary needs.

Minimalist Marvels for Modern Living

Embrace the sleek lines and clutter-free aesthetics of minimalist kitchens. Tailored for urban living in Edinburgh, these spaces maximize efficiency without compromising on elegance.

Budget-Friendly Tips for Kitchen Transformation

Renovating your kitchen in Edinburgh need not break the bank. Here are strategic approaches to achieve a stunning transformation without exceeding your budget constraints.

Smart Appliance Investments

Explore energy-efficient and technologically advanced appliances that not only elevate your kitchen's functionality but also contribute to sustainability—a key consideration in Edinburgh's eco-conscious culture.

DIY Design Hacks

Infuse your personality into the renovation process with easy-to-execute DIY design hacks. From handmade backsplashes to customized storage solutions, add a personal touch to your Edinburgh kitchen.

Navigating Edinburgh's Regulatory Landscape

Understanding the local regulations is paramount for a seamless kitchen renovation experience in Edinburgh. Stay informed and ensure compliance with these essential guidelines.

Building Permits and Approvals

Demystify the process of obtaining necessary permits for your kitchen renovation project. Streamlining this aspect ensures a hassle-free journey from planning to execution.

Eco-Friendly Practices

Edinburgh values sustainability. Explore eco-friendly materials and practices to align your kitchen renovation with the city's commitment to environmental consciousness.

The Heart of Your Home: The Edinburgh Kitchen

Delve into the core of your renovation project by exploring the kitchen itself—its design, functionality, and the unique considerations that come with renovating in Edinburgh.

Lighting Innovations for Ambiance

Illuminate your kitchen with purposeful lighting that enhances both functionality and ambiance. From pendant lights to under-cabinet LEDs, discover the magic of well-thought-out lighting solutions.

Flooring Choices Reflecting Edinburgh's Character

Select flooring options that not only withstand the rigors of a busy kitchen but also mirror the city's diverse architectural character. From rustic tiles to hardwood, choose materials that stand the test of time.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: What is the average cost of a kitchen renovation in Edinburgh?

A: The cost varies based on factors like size, materials, and scope. On average, a mid-range renovation can cost around £15,000 to £25,000.

Q: How long does a kitchen renovation typically take in Edinburgh?

A: Timelines vary, but a standard kitchen renovation often takes between 4 to 8 weeks, considering factors like complexity and unforeseen challenges.

Q: Are there government incentives for eco-friendly kitchen renovations in Edinburgh?

A: Yes, the Scottish government offers incentives and grants for environmentally conscious renovations. Explore these options to align your project with sustainable practices.

Q: Can I renovate my kitchen without professional help?

A: While some opt for DIY, a professional's expertise ensures a smoother process, adherence to regulations, and a high-quality finish—especially crucial in Edinburgh's diverse architecture.

Q: Are there specific design guidelines for historic homes in Edinburgh?

A: Yes, historic homes often have unique guidelines. Consult with a local architect or authority to ensure your renovation complies with Edinburgh's historic preservation norms.

Q: How can I add a touch of Edinburgh's culture to my kitchen design?

A: Incorporate subtle nods to Edinburgh's heritage, such as tartan patterns, traditional ceramics, or locally inspired artwork, to infuse your kitchen with the city's cultural richness.

Conclusion

Embarking on a kitchen renovation journey in Edinburgh is a captivating endeavor that merges personal style with the city's distinctive charm. This guide empowers you to navigate the process seamlessly, ensuring your kitchen becomes a harmonious reflection of Edinburgh's rich culture and your unique taste.

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The Advantages Of Engineered Wood Flooring In Edinburgh: A Perfect Blend Of Beauty And Durability

Are you looking to add a touch of elegance to your home in Edinburgh? Engineered wood flooring might just be the perfect solution. Combining the timeless beauty of natural wood with Engineered Wood Flooring Edinburgh modern manufacturing techniques, engineered wood flooring offers a compelling mix of aesthetic appeal and durability.

In Edinburgh, where style meets sustainability, engineered wood flooring stands out as an ideal choice. Its layered construction, with a top layer of real wood and a high-quality plywood base, ensures that it can withstand the demands of daily life while maintaining its stunning appearance. The advanced engineering process also makes it more resistant to moisture and temperature changes compared to solid wood, making it suitable for use in various rooms, including kitchens and bathrooms.

What sets engineered wood flooring apart is its versatility. With a wide range of finishes, styles, and colors available, you can effortlessly match it to any interior decor, whether you prefer a modern or classic look. Its low maintenance requirements and long lifespan make it a cost-effective flooring option in the long run.

Upgrade your home with the perfect blend of beauty and durability. Explore the advantages of engineered wood flooring in Edinburgh for a stunning and long-lasting result.

What is engineered wood flooring?

Engineered wood flooring is a type of flooring made up of multiple layers of wood. The top layer is made of real wood, also known as the wear layer, while the bottom layers are made of high-quality plywood. The layers are bonded together using adhesives under high pressure and temperature, resulting in a highly stable and durable product.

The thickness of the real wood layer can vary, but it is usually between 2mm to 6mm. The thicker the real wood layer, the more times it can be sanded and refinished, which can extend the lifespan of the flooring.

Engineered wood flooring is available in a wide range of styles, finishes, and colors, making it a versatile flooring option suitable for any interior decor.

Key advantages of engineered wood flooring

Durability and longevity of engineered wood flooring

One of the primary advantages of engineered wood flooring is its durability and longevity. The multiple layers of wood make it highly stable and less susceptible to warping or cupping than solid wood flooring. The high-quality plywood base also makes it more resistant to moisture and temperature changes.

Engineered wood flooring is also highly resistant to scratches and dents, making it a suitable flooring option for high-traffic areas in your home. With proper maintenance and care, engineered wood flooring can last for decades, making it a cost-effective flooring option in the long run.

Aesthetics and design options of engineered wood flooring

Another advantage of engineered wood flooring is its aesthetic appeal and design options. The real wood layer on top gives it the natural warmth and beauty of wood, while the plywood base provides stability and durability.

Engineered wood flooring is available in a vast range of finishes, styles, and colors, making it easy to match any interior decor. Whether you prefer a modern or classic look, there is an engineered wood flooring option to suit your style.

Environmental benefits of engineered wood flooring

Engineered wood flooring is a sustainable and environmentally-friendly flooring option. The use of high-quality plywood reduces the need for using solid wood, which is a limited and precious natural resource. Additionally, the manufacturing process of engineered wood flooring produces less waste than solid wood flooring.

Many engineered wood flooring products are also made from recycled materials, further reducing their environmental impact. Choosing engineered wood flooring can be a responsible choice for homeowners who are conscious of their carbon footprint.

Maintenance and cleaning tips for engineered wood flooring

Maintaining and cleaning engineered wood flooring is relatively easy and straightforward. Here are some tips to keep your flooring looking its best:

Sweep or vacuum the floor regularly to remove dirt and debris that can scratch the surface.

Wipe up spills immediately using a damp cloth or mop. Do not let water sit on the surface for an extended period as it can cause damage to the wood.

Use a cleaner specifically designed for engineered wood flooring to clean the surface. Avoid using harsh chemicals or abrasive cleaners that can damage the finish.

Place doormats at entryways to prevent dirt and debris from being tracked onto the floor.

Use furniture pads to prevent scratches and dents caused by dragging furniture.

Cost considerations for engineered wood flooring

The cost of engineered wood flooring can vary depending on several factors, such as the thickness of the real wood layer, the quality of the plywood base, and the brand. Generally, engineered wood flooring is more affordable than solid wood flooring, but it can still be a significant investment for homeowners.

The cost of installation can also vary, depending on the complexity of the installation, such as the size and shape of the room, and the type of subfloor. Hiring a professional installer is recommended to ensure that the flooring is installed correctly and to avoid any costly mistakes.

Engineered wood flooring in Edinburgh: Local suppliers and installation services

There are several local suppliers and installation services in Edinburgh that offer a wide range of engineered wood flooring options. Some of the top-rated suppliers include:

The Wooden Floor Company

Just Wood Flooring

The Edinburgh Flooring Company

When choosing a supplier and installer, it is essential to do your research and read reviews from previous customers to ensure that you are getting high-quality products and services.

Customer testimonials and success stories

Many homeowners in Edinburgh have chosen engineered wood flooring for their homes and have been delighted with the results. Here are some customer testimonials:

"I was hesitant to choose engineered wood flooring, but I'm so glad I did. It looks beautiful, and it has held up well to the daily wear and tear of my family's busy lifestyle." - Sarah, Edinburgh

"I love the versatility of engineered wood flooring. I was able to find a finish that matched my furniture perfectly, and it has completely transformed the look of my home." - David, Edinburgh

"Choosing engineered wood flooring was a sustainable choice for my home, and I'm happy to say that it looks fantastic too." - Emma, Edinburgh

Conclusion: Why engineered wood flooring is the perfect choice for beauty and durability

Engineered wood flooring is a perfect blend of beauty and durability, making it an ideal flooring option for homeowners in Edinburgh. Its layered construction ensures stability and resistance to moisture and temperature changes, while the real wood layer on top provides natural warmth and beauty.

With a wide range of finishes, styles, and colors available, engineered wood flooring can match any interior decor. Its sustainability and low maintenance requirements make it a cost-effective flooring option in the long run.

Upgrade your home with the timeless beauty and durability of engineered wood flooring.

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Kitchen Installation Services in Edinburgh | AVO Renovations

Discover reliable kitchen installation services in Edinburgh with AVO Renovations. With a focus on quality materials and precise craftsmanship, we create kitchens that are as functional as they are beautiful. Whether you're renovating your current kitchen or designing a new space from scratch, our team is committed to exceeding your expectations. Explore our diverse portfolio of projects and find inspiration for your own kitchen transformation. Visit our website to learn more about our services and schedule your consultation! AVO Renovations

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Music Monday: Latest Tracks of This Week!

Are you ready to let the music take control? Adam Humphries is a musical force to be reckoned with, and his selection of electrifying tracks will have you moving and grooving all night long. With his catchy melodies and driving beats, Humphries knows how to get the party started. So put on your dancing shoes and get ready to let the rhythm take over! Vancouver's Americana group of the year The Matinee to release new album - 'Change Of Scene'! If there was ever a way to make that country/indie/acoustic rock song which is uplifting and occasionally made you want to get up, this is one of them. Bad Addiction is simply filled with that classic signature American rock which is designed to elevate the mood. The video is just as enjoyable to watch and doesn't look like your typical big budget ones  Video taster - Bad Addiction https://youtu.be/7OcPviGHsRg?si=-EH52XH34Bco0l6x JESSICA WILDE invites you to - 'Freak Out' and move your body with infectious new single, out today! And freak out you most certainly can. London rapper Jessica just gets straight to it and invites you to let lose and be rid of any inhibitions. The clever thing about Freak Out is that it's not about anything really but mainly about embracing your own pleasure with zero worries  (Unofficial) video  https://youtu.be/sdmDKV-KaC8?si=lZy-gx-SEXcWugCA https://open.spotify.com/track/0xRtL0zxyq3cZGdfoo3RTE?si=2126dbc419e74931 Upcoming Live Dates: - 10th Sep - Soul Kitchen Live (Run by DJ Spoony, BBC Radio 2) - 21st September - Hootananny Brixton - PxSSY PWR Presents the 'Freak out' Party (SINGLE LAUNCH SHOW) Ewan Macfarlane encourages us to confront mental illness and - 'Fade Out The Fear' with new epic rock stomper! Brilliant song, can barely fault it. Every so often you get the odd song which gets you to stop, pause, listen and think. Ewan doesn't mince his words in his song and talks about mental health directly but does so in a way that offers tea and sympathy. What's enjoyable about the video is just the way Ewan's put it together as it's a mash-up of him walking around local areas mixed with footage from live shows  Watch the video here https://youtu.be/NmX8u-hS7WU?si=AH04r9AcCZDtQh1I Listen here https://open.spotify.com/track/1lHgjuCCCWDJ3tDhY7itqS?si=4a3c1d0c01a44eb5 Ewan MacFarlane releases ‘Fade Out The Fear’ on 8th September 2023 and Ewan Macfarlane has the following upcoming tour dates: 6th October – Strathaven Hotel, Strathaven - Support to Richard Jobson & Martin Metcalf Headline Full band tour: 10th November Aberdeen – Drummonds 11th November – Muckhart Hall, Muckhart 16th November Edinburgh – Voodoo Rooms 18th November Glasgow – Drygate 24th November – Joan Knight Studio, Perth Theatre. 25th November – Inverness – The Tooth & Claw. 8th December Georgian Hotel, Coatbridge (Sold Out) THE VELVET HANDS - Announce November UK Tour + Expanded Album and "Meet Me In The City" Video  British indie rockers, The Velvet Hands, have got three treats for; a UK tour, a bigger album and a glimpse for the music video for their track, Meet Me In The City. The tour tour starts in London and finishes in Plymouth. The video is shot in a similar to 'a day in the Life', so it's basically diary-style and you can see scenes from live performances to backstage antics. Definitely worth a look if you're interested in behind the scenes stuff STREAM ON SPOTIFY HERE https://open.spotify.com/track/7FNt6Qxh5gSBq0ObeOdnYC?si=6f039605c7864800 WATCH THE VIDEO HERE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SY49wNZaAA0&ab_channel=TheVelvetHands Tour Dates and tickets below  01 LONDON Colours 02 CARDIFF Moon Club 03 BRISTOL Golden Lion 04 LIVERPOOL Jacaranda 16 MANCHESTER 33 Oldham St 17 LEEDS Oporto 18 BIRMINGHAM Dead Wax 23 FALMOUTH The Cornish Bank 25 PLYMOUTH Underground Tickets available here: https://www.thevelvethands.co.uk Read the full article

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Designer Kitchens Edinburgh

Welcome to B&M Joiners. We are the joiners Edinburgh residents trust and 2023 represents our 53rd year serving customers from our base in Canonmills. As time-served joiners and all trades building specialists, we’ve tackled just about everything. From conservation properties in the New Town to building extensions in Bonaly and designer-fitted kitchens in Cramond.

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The Girls on Chalk Hill by Alison Belsham (Detective Lexi Bennett #1)

They lie on the hillside, wearing matching white dresses, tiaras in their blonde hair. Each of them clutches a red rose. They could be sleeping, but frost shines on the lashes of their wide blue eyes, frozen open forever…

Detective Lexi Bennett is devastated when she finds the two teenagers lying side by side on the quiet green hillside, their throats cut. Convinced this is no ordinary killer, she vows to draw on all her profiling experience to find justice for these beautiful girls who will never have the chance to grow up.

But when the victims are identified as Lucy and Eden Carter, Lexi’s blood turns cold. The sisters were triplets – and the third girl, Paige, is missing. The case suddenly feels frighteningly personal. Lexi was a triplet too, and she and her sisters were abducted as teens. Two of them escaped but Lexi’s dreams are still haunted by memories of the faceless man who took them, and her sister Rose, who she never saw again.

Her boss thinks she’s too close to the case, but Lexi is sure the monster who took her is back with a message. She throws herself into the investigation, hunting down every clue, certain that time is running out to save Paige.

Then she returns home to find the back door open and Rose’s diary on the kitchen table. As she traces her beloved sister’s handwriting, her heart breaking, Lexi swears she will not rest until this brutal monster is caught. Will the diary help her find him before Paige is killed? Or is she walking into a trap designed just for her?

My Review:

This is a story that starts with a punch and never stops keeping you on the edge and punching.

Lexi Bennet is an unusual MC: a British detective who worked with FBI and has a tragic past. All these elements will play in this gripping story and there’s also something that I think will be featured in the next stories.

That said is an excellent debut as it’s a twisty and emotionally charged story that keeps you guessing and it’s full of surprises.

Lexi and the cast of characters are fleshed out and realistic, you cannot help feel for the victims and I found the unsub quite terrifying.

Highly recommended. Many thanks to the publisher for this ARC, all opinions are mine

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The Author

In 2016, I entered and won Bloody Scotland’s Pitch Perfect competition. This secured me an agent and a three-book publishing deal with Orion for my police procedural series set in the world of tattoos and tattooing. My first novel, The Tattoo Thief, was translated into 15 languages, was a No 1 bestseller in Italy and is the first instalment of the internationally acclaimed Tattoo Thief trilogy. I also write in collaboration with my brother Nick Higgins – Canelo has published our action thriller series set in Afghanistan, Death In Kabul and Death in Helmand. Now I’m embarking on a fresh crime series with Bookouture. It's set in Canterbury, featuring DI Lexi Bennett, newly appointed to lead the Major Incident Team after a spell working with the FBI’s specialist serial killer unit.

I divide my time between London and Edinburgh, where I am a co-founder of the Edinburgh Writers’ Forum, providing professional development and networking for writers.

To learn more about me and the books I write, visit my website at www.alisonbelsham.com

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