#many things to love here but look at Garland laughing with Quinn

[hughesybear]

“J.T. Miller’s an asshole” - ex-Oiler Vincent Desharnais when asked what he learned about the Canucks during their second-round playoff series

[thekriseffect]

Our Pivotal Moment (Estela x MC)

[Note: Something sweet, sugary, and cavity warrantied, aimed to make my week and yours even a little bit brighter! I love this pairing. I love writing anything that has to do with them. And I hope you love reading about them as well!]

[Summary: It’s those special moments in- between that make even the gloomiest of situations shine. With this chance to breathe, Estela discovers that maybe there is more for her on La Huerta than just revenge.]

If you had asked her a month ago where she pictured herself at this point in time, marooned on lethal island inhabited by a native blue species while avoiding a mammoth sea god would not have been her answer. Yet here Estela is, existing in a future that shouldn’t be happening while enduring a reality that goes against everything she envisioned for herself. Betraying her goals, her mother’s memory, by caring for things that should seem small and unimportant. And throughout all of it, nothing has ever felt so real to her as this does.

La Huerta acts in many strange ways. Erratic and dangerous, yet strange nonetheless. A step closer to its mysteries answers just causes more questions to surface. More doors to slam closed in her face. The rich line that once separated possible from impossible now mixes to the point where you can’t find where one ends and the other begins. Here, everything exists.

The ultimate Yawning Grave, with festering lands that reek of death and destruction. Clouded breeze punishing to even breathe. The suns rays muted to cold streaks across the vacant but lively skies. No corner of the islet has been left untouched by its corruption, yet Estela has never felt more alive.

A shout close by shatters her thoughts as they swirl in looping circles. She glances down just in time to see Quinn grab a Vaanti by the arm and drag her out into the center of the festivities existing below.

Evidence of the hit against Cetus is still present in the village surrounding them. Charred wood, broken bridges, splintered boughs. The waters remain untroubled, for now, and the Vaanti have taken this standstill as a sign to voice their victory. To honor those who had fought and lost, and those who are still fighting. Her group was committed to helping, and despite the urge to join them and black out all that has happened for even a few fleeting hours, the giant weight sitting low in her stomach makes it impossible.

This is only the beginning.

Firmly linking their hands, Quinn guides the tall woman into fluent movements that mirror her own, all while beaming so brightly it’s blinding. Drums pound like multiple heartbeats to echo their beautiful dancing and the native lets out a laugh as she matches her partner easily. They flow together like two corresponding currents of water, immovable and untamable.

Estela eyes them from up above, entranced. Beneath her dangling feet her gaze tracks the way Quinn’s hands skirt forward and back. The way her steps appear to float a few inches off the ground as she bends and curves. Textured lanterns surrounding the tree’s settlement makes her fiery hair blaze like an inferno of its own and her eyes drop closed while she sways silken in time to the beat. A calmness evens out Quinn’s expression to the point where it disguises her as carefree and young. Happy. The bitter taste of jealousy sours Estela’s mouth as she watches.

Someone clears their throat loudly behind her and she enclines her head to glance back. Leith leans casually against a wooden post with his arms loosely crossed over his chest. An easy smile graces his features that causes her heart to somersault in her chest.

“We really need to stop meeting like this,” he teases. Despite his devil-may-care persona, even from this distance she can see the dark bags circling under his eyes, the way his shoulder are slightly stiff, the tick in his jaw. Others might have overlooked it given that he poses as unphased in nearly all situations. But not her.

“We would if you weren’t so nosy,” she shoots back at him.

“I’m only following Aleister’s orders. He’s very worried about you.”

Estela snorts. “I bet he is.”

At a loss for words, silence blankets them then, thick and full of meaning. It puts her on edge but Leith doesn’t seem to mind. He studies her face quietly while his expression drops into something unreadable and untainted by feelings and thoughts. The amount of control it takes to mask that much emotion terrifies her. Estela’s eyes narrow as she assesses him. “What?”

Whatever he seems to find hidden away there causes him to push away from the post and reach an open hand down to her. “Dance with me,” Leith says.

She stares at him stoically, unmoving. Her heartbeat picks up until it’s thundering in her ears. He can’t be serious. Her? Dancing?

“Why?” she asks cautiously.

“What’s a party without some dancing?” he offers with a grin. She doesn’t move a muscle and instead squints up at him suspiciously. Leith sighs. “No one can see us up here. Humor me.”

She hesitates for a moment before accepting his offered hand while trying and failing to ignore the tingling that travels from her fingers up to her elbow. He gently pulls her up off the distressed boards of the swaying bridge and leads her over to opposite side of the deck, away from the torch light and view of their friends below.

Two brilliantly tinted lei’s hang nearby. Leith reaches for one to drape around her neck, his fingertips brushing against her nape. He moves to do the same for himself with the other band when Estela grips the flimsy material in his hands to stop him.

“Wait.”

She lifts the lei back over her head and instead places it around his neck. The blue petals and pearl feathers cause his eyes to gleam, adding royal flecks to his gray irises that makes looking at him directly even more distracting. The necklaces red pellets enhance the bronze dusting his unruly hair. That’s better. She slips the remaining violet garland over her own head. Leith arches an eyebrow at her.

“I like this color better…” she lies as her cheeks burn, unwilling to meet his stare. He smirks but doesn’t comment.

Gripping her hand in his own, Leith pulls Estela close. His other arm snakes around her back as he begins to rock them side to side in time to an imaginary ballad. Every movement is slow, measured. A silent question that gives her the chance to pull back. She doesn’t and instead rests a cheek against his chest. His heart pounds steady and true under her ear.

Every one of her senses is filled with him. The scorching of his body pressed against hers. The feel on his calloused fingers linking and unlinking with her own. The smell of him; sea salt sun, sand, and something particularly Leith. All of them blended together makes her head swim and she has to pinch her eyes shut to center herself.

Being with him like this is like floating aimlessly in the clouds above. She feels lost in a drunken trance. And despite every interaction with him being a memorable experience in and of itself, this particular moment feels different from the rest. More concrete. A pivotal moment shining clear in a mass of chaotic events. And as more moments-in-between play out, she can feel the tether knotting them together grow stronger.

It should terrify her that this single person can impact her and her actions so easily. But being near Leith has never felt like a weakness, not once. How could something so effortless, so great, be anything but a strength? Being close to him, existing with him, is everything.

Her lips hover against the base of his throat as she stares up at the blackened sky above.

Why does everything feel so right with you around?

Light encircling them cancels out the stars overhead. Glancing up is like peering into an inky abyss. It’s menacing, but the dark has never haunted her. Real monsters don’t need shadows to hide in to survive.

Why do I feel like I’ve known you would happen all along?

So absorbed in her own thoughts, Estela only now takes notice that Leith is rumbling something low in his chest while they move in time with each other in the privacy of their shaded corner. Consistent, alluring, and paced like a song. She tilts her head to listen.

“Are you humming Backstreet Boys?”

He hesitates, their swaying coming to a brief stop before continuing. “Maybe.”

“A big fan of theirs, are you?”

“Of course. They’re the boy band that shaped my heart.” He tightens his grip around her waist and murmurs into her hair. “Add it to the never-ending list of my many redeeming qualities.”

She smiles against his shoulder while biting her lip to keep the goofy grin that threatens to spread across her face at bay. “You’re ridiculous, Leith Masters,” she tells him.

“And you’re remarkable, Estela Montoya.”

[ladyseaheart1668]

Endless Summer Fan Novel (Book 3, Chapter 10)

We trudge through the rainforest towards Elyys'tel. I'm exhausted, but unfathomably relieved to be heading back to somewhere friendly. At least, I hope we'll still be among friends here. I hope that Uqzhaal did not manage to turn the Vaanti of Elyys'tel against me. Before us, the tree city rises, a glittering silhouette in the light of the full moon. Flower garlands line every platform and bridge. Diego whistles lowly.

“This makes Riverside Mall at Christmas look like a bomb shelter!���

“No day is more sacred to us than Niala'rei,” Varyyn replies. I glance back and notice Aleister lagging behind. I drift back to walk closer to him.

“How are you holding up?”

He sighs, shaking his head. “As well as a person of my...manufacture can be, I suppose.”

“We're here for you, okay? Just let us know what you need.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Even if it's true,” Grace says, “it doesn't change anything. I love the man I've gotten to know, no matter what his past was.”

“I don't deserve it. I was a fool. I fell for every one of his lies and I betrayed you all.”

“We're not talking about that tonight,” Grace says firmly.

“What's important is that you know no one here is going to see you any differently,” Sean adds. Aleister's lips quiver. He lowers his head, not quite disguising the tears in his eyes. Grace cups his cheek gently.

“Hey. Look at me.” He obediently raises his eyes, and she smiles. “You matter to us. You matter to me.” She pulls him into her arms. He sighs and sniffles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head.

“Thank you...”

“Okay, not to interrupt,” Zahra cuts in. “But did we get the Island's Heart to where it needed to go?”

“I think it's with the rest of Vaanu now,” Quinn replies. “The presence feels more...complete.”

“Just in time for the Tantrum of the Opera to swoop in and make off with our magic chandelier,” Jake grumbles.

“Way-way-wait!” Craig yelps. “So Rourke has the Heart?”

“Yeah, but he won't be able to do anything with it. There's still a piece missing.” Estela stops in place, peering toward a thicket up ahead.

“Watch yourselves. We're not alone.”

We collectively tense, ready to run or fight. The trees rustle, and a massive beast springs out onto the trail. The sabertooth tiger growls, showing his wicked fangs.

“T'kal!” Varyyn exclaims, laughing. “My friend!”

Taari, perched on the mighty cat's back with his hands buried in his golden-brown fur, gasps a little at the sight of us.

“Varyyn! And the Cat-a-lissus!”

“Hey, Li'l Blueberry,” Jake calls cheerfully. “How ya been?”

Taari looks us over, then glances at Elyys'tel. “You're all coming home, too?”

“Looks that way.”

“Yaaaay! I'll race you there!” The sabertooth chuffs playfully and takes off down the rainforest trail. Mike stares numbly after him.

“Was that...?”

“A little boy on a sabertooth tiger,” Kele confirms. “I saw it too, you're not crazy.”

“T'kal may let you ride him, too,” Varyyn says airily. “If he doesn't think you'd make a better snack.”

“Well, I'm not going to try,” I declare. “First time I met him, he almost gutted me.”

“Well, you were a stranger to him then. You are a friend of the Vaanti now.”

“...At least in Elyys'tel. ...At least, I hope I am...”

Varyyn does not say anything to that, but he does put a hand on my shoulder as we make our way toward the city.

* * *

To my great relief, we are greeted warmly upon our arrival, but I cannot help noticing Seraxa's face is creased with worry. She quickly ushers us up to the audience hall, where she picks up the crown waiting on the throne and reverently places it on Varyyn's head. She drops to one knee before him.

“We are grateful to see your return, my elyyshar,” she murmurs.

“Rise, Seraxa. Is something troubling you?”

“Raan'losti has brought destruction upon the island, and our people worry for their future.”

“I have hope that we will persist. Just as we have for centuries.”

“The volcano won't erupt again,” I assure her. “All anyone needs to worry about is Rourke, and he can't do much without the missing piece of Vaanu's core.”

“This is heartening to hear, Catalyst. But not all in Elyys'tel understand such matters. There are many who feel we should postpone Niala'rei until the crisis has ended.”

“Oh, no!” Quinn cries sadly. “Really?”

“Surely everyone needs a reason to celebrate now more than ever,” Michelle agrees.

“Perhaps,” Seraxa concedes. “The village will expect an announcement on the matter. What would you have me tell them, elyyshar?”

Varyyn frowns. “I...I am not sure,” he confesses.

My eyes find his and hold them. “Tell them that some choices must last.” The echo of his mother's last words makes tears well in his eyes, but I continue. “Niala'rei is your people's most sacred tradition. You shouldn't abandon who you are just because we're in difficult times.”

Diego slips his hand into mine and gives it a squeeze. “Do you know how proud I am to be your friend, Allie?”

“Hell, yeah!” Craig agrees enthusiastically. “I get so pumped when you do that!”

“Believing in the future sometimes means breaking with tradition,” Estela argues gently.

“Sometimes,” I agree. “But not all the time. Not this time.”

Varyyn nods. “Please tell the people what Alodia has suggested, Seraxa. And let them know that we must make this Niala'rei the greatest Elyys'tel has ever seen.”

“It shall be done, my elyyshar.” As she turns to go, Varyyn speaks up again, a slight smile on his lips.

“And do not punish Taari too harshly for sneaking off. He is simply young and interested in the world.” Seraxa grunts noncommitally, her expression turning sour. She turns and departs. Varyyn turns back to the rest of us. “Rest well, my friends. A momentous day awaits us.”

We trickle out of the audience chamber, finding our way to the sleeping quarters among the branches of the great tree.

* * *

Jake and I are both awake before the sun has fully cleared the horizon. In the gray light of dawn, we step out on to the flower-strewn catwalks of Elyys'tel. It seems we were not the only early risers. There must have been something in the air today. I watch my friends emerge from various huts, stretching and yawning. As the morning sun starts to filter through the branches, we take in the Niala'rei decorations together.

“It's even more beautiful today,” Quinn breathes. Beneath the colorful garlands, exotic delicacies are laid out on platters on every platform, too numerous to count. Craig chuckles.

“Guys, check out Raj.” I look over at Raj, whose eyes are the size of gummi rings. He seems to be in heaven, examining all the artfully arranged and exotic dishes.

“Look at those cakes! The glazed fruit! The petits fours!”

Zahra licks her lips. “I'm sure they won't mind if we grab a couple things to go. Or a bag full.”

Across the platforms, Vaanti couples stand hand-in-hand, many of them wearing tropical flowers tucked behind their ears. Varyyn emerges on a high balcony.

“My beloved people of Elyys'tel! It is said that in each of us, there is a seed that waits for the nourishing presence of the one for whom we are destined. If you have found that one, join hands with them now to signify the beginning of your journey together.”

I feel a hand slip into mine, and Jake's lips brush my ear. “Princess, what do you say you and I go make ourselves into an 'us'?”

I squeeze his hand. “I say 'yes', and 'it's about time'.” Around us, our friends erupt into applause. Raj runs around high-fiving everyone. Diego looks like he's about to cry as he pulls me into a hug.

“This is just...I can't believe my best friend is getting...Oh, Allie, I'm so happy!”

Zahra grins at me. “Grats, Alodia. Who would've thought?”

“You two are amazing together,” Grace declares.

“So it's time for lovebirds to do what lovebirds do, huh?” Kele quips. Mike smiles, gripping Jake's shoulder.

“I'm proud of you, Grandpa.”

Varyyn crosses a catwalk towards me, a silvery silken garment draped over his arms. “Congratulations, Alodia. I rather had a feeling you might need this.”

I come to examine the garment, Michelle eagerly pushing in beside me. Delicately, she runs her fingers over the fabric, gasping appreciatively.

“It's lighter than air...and the color!”

“It is the gown my mother wore during her handfasting to my father. Made from the finest silk and jewels the Vaanti can produce.”

A film of tears blurs my vision, and I forcibly blink them back. “Oh, Varyyn...I would be honored to wear it.” The fabric of the gown whispers elegantly as I hold it up to my body.

“The best thing ever just got better!” Diego declares.

“That is how you look like a goddess on your wedding day!” Michelle agrees. Jake grins.

“I dunno, if you wear that, I think I'm gonna have trouble concentrating.” I laugh, reaching out to swat him lightly.

“You'd have trouble concentrating if I wore a garbage bag. And if I'm gonna put this on, you should look away. It's bad luck to see the bride in her gown before the wedding.”

Varyyn looks at Jake. “Seraxa has special attire for you, too.”

“Thanks, but I've got something I can slip on.”

Varyyn's gaze passes to Diego. He walks toward him through a shower of falling petals, and extends his hand. My breath catches in my throat. Diego takes Varyyn's hand almost absently.

“Are we going somewhere?”

I can't stop a grin from spreading across my face. “Uh...Diego?”

“Diego Ricardo Ortiz Soto, I have something I wish to ask you.”

As Diego finally realizes what's happening, he gasps, his hand flying to his mouth. Tears well in his eyes, threatening to spill over. “Y-yes...?”

“...I knew from the very first moment I saw you that I wanted to be with you. I love you, Diego. I want to be with you always. Would you like to bring joy to my people and to each other for the rest of our lives?”

“...I...” Diego bites his lip, glancing around nervously. “...Varyyn, just a second, okay?”

Varyyn nods and releases his hand. Diego rushes over to me. I put a hand on his shoulder. “You okay, buddy?”

“Allie, oh god! ...I just...Should I say yes?”

“Can you think of a good reason to say no?”

“I...well...if we fix everything, we're probably just going to be separated again...”

“Maybe. But what's your heart tell you?”

“Like, 'yes' screamed from the top of a mountain!”

I pull him into a hug. “Then go let him hear your voice. He's worth the risk.”

Diego squeezes me back. Then he turns to Varyyn and runs into his arms. “Yes, Varyyn. All of my yes and then some!” Varyyn whoops joyfully and lifts Diego into his arms, spinning him.

“Thank you, Diego! Thank you so much!” He lowers Diego to the ground again, and they gaze at each other in silent wonder. Diego smiles shyly.

“I guess I felt it from day one, too. ...You had me at 'haalta'.” He presses his lips to Varyyn's, and the rest of us burst into fresh applause and cheers.

“I'm so happy!” Grace squeals, practically bouncing.

“Glad it's finally official!” Sean says. “Took long enough.”

“I don't believe it!” Raj sighs happily. “A double wedding! Has this ever happened in the history of the Vaanti?”

“Well...yes,” Varyyn replies, trying to hide a smile. “On every Niala'rei, all of those who love each other are handfasted.”

“Oh, right. I forgot. It's still amazing!”

Varyyn gives Diego one more adoring kiss, then turns to address the crowd from the central platform.

“Beloved people of Elyys'tel, the Great Hall stands open for our ceremonies! Let Niala'rei commence!”

A cheer rises from the crowds of Vaanti gathered on the platforms, echoing in the branches of the Great Tree. Gradually, everyone begins to split off to prepare for their ceremonies. Jake kisses me gently.

“I guess I'll see you soon. ...I love you, Alodia.”

“I love you, too, Jake.”

Raj follows me as I head toward the huts, scooping up a few treats as he passes the platters. “All right, Alodia. Looks like I'm going to be your wedding planner! Don't worry, I've done this before...sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“Well, I've been to at least a dozen weddings! And bonus, when I was twelve, I hid in my brother's car and snuck in to his bachelor party!”

I chuckle. “I see.”

“First things first, you gotta decide who's gonna be your maid of honor.”

I grimace. “Oh, god. I gotta choose between them?”

“There can only be one,” he confirms. “But don't worry, the other ladies won't hate you forever.”

I chuckle. “Reassuring. Well, if I have to pick one...I think I have to go with Quinn. She's probably the one I'm closest to.”

“I had a guess you'd pick her. Even if...certain parts of your history might make it awkward.”

I laugh, knowing he's remembering the time he walked in on us fooling around in the kitchen. “Actually, it won't be awkward. That's how I know she's the right choice. You know someone's a really close friend when you feel confident asking them to stand up at your wedding to someone else, even when you've been partially in their pants.”

Raj snorts. “Okay, now the most important decision: what kind of meal do you want to have after the ceremony?”

“Hmm. Why don't you pick something and surprise me? I trust you.”

“Aww, yeah! I know just the thing! I'll go let your maid of honor know she's up!”

As Raj jogs off, Zahra approaches me. “Hey, Alodia, I know you have to go get dressed for your handfasting and all, but I got something you'll wanna see.”

She leads me over to a table where Craig is perplexedly leafing through a leatherbound book. “This is just full of weird-ass writing...where the hell you get this from, Z?”

“Beneath the volcano. It belongs to the Endless.”

I glance down at a page bearing handwritten numbers. “Is it some kind of notebook?”

“Unless she was secretly a computer. I don't see what the point is.”

Zahra rolls her eyes. “It's a code, doofus. And since the Endless is technically the same person as Alodia, maybe she can decipher it.” She picks up the book and hands it to me. On the page in front of my eyes are nine digits, arranged in rows of three:

7  0  5

2  4  6

3  8  1

“It looks like...a math problem.”

“Yeah? Where's Grace at?”

“Probably off awkwardly necking with Aleister,” Zahra replies. “Got any ideas on how to solve it?”

I take another look at the page, examining each number, considering their relationships, adding and subtracting.

“Well...no matter which way you go, if you add the three numbers together, they equal twelve. Across, up and down, even diagonal. And twelve is a pretty significant number to her...”

Out of curiosity, I turn to the twelfth page, and start to read aloud, “...'The crystal is clearly sentient. It seems to have drawn four formidable creatures through time in order to establish order on the island. Sadly, the beasts were driven mad...or perhaps infused with the crystal's own suffering. If the latter is true, did it in fact create them? Life born out of millennia of yearning and limitless energy'...”

“Yeah, I'd say you cracked the code,” Zahra murmurs.

“Chyeah. Alodia's a genius. If you didn't know, now ya know!” I pass the book back to Zahra.

“I have to get ready for the ceremony. I'll see you two there?”

“Since it's you, yeah.”

As I head down the catwalks, Quinn bounds up to me, her eyes shining. “Alodia, it's such a privilege to be your maid of honor!”

“Of course, Quinn. I think you're up now. I'm counting on you to make sure I look perfect.”

“Just leave it to me!”

* * *

I am bathed, and dressed in my Vaanti warrior's costume. Over that, I slip the silvery silken gown. Quinn winds a sash decorated with flowers and shimmering jewels around my waist, tying it at the small of my back. Then she leads me back to the audience hall.

“They're ready for us. Are you ready to make your entrance?”

I take a deep breath, collecting myself. I catch my reflection in the surface of a glass lantern, and tuck one loose strand of blonde hair behind my ear. “I've never been more ready for anything in my life.”

Hundreds of candles glimmer along the walls of the audience hall, shedding a warm glow over the faces of my friends. My nerves flutter, and my breath shakes as I exhale. I hear the skittering of claws behind me, and turn to see Murphy scampering up with a bouquet held in his teeth. He drops it at my feet, and I bend to scoop it up, rubbing his ears.

“Aww, thanks, fella.”

Murphy heads back towards my friends, who stand on either side of an aisle leading to the central dias. Diego and Varyyn are already there, and so is Jake, waiting for me with a silk ribbon draped over his palms. I feel a smile playing across my mouth as I realize that he is wearing the same bootlegger getup he wore for New Years' Eve at Elysian Lodge.

As I start down the aisle towards the dias, my friends' eyes turns toward me. Taari gasps.

“Here she comes!”

“Shh!” Seraxa hisses. “Inside voice, Taari!”

I watch my friends' faces as I pass. They smile encouragingly back at me. I arrive at the dias and pass my bouquet to Quinn. She smiles proudly at me and takes her seat. Jake looks me up and down, giving his head a slight shake.

“Alodia, you're kinda takin' my breath away here...”

“Believe me, it's mutual. I guess you really do keep a get-up on hand for emergencies.”

Seraxa walks to the top of the dias to conduct the ceremony. Another officiate steps up to Diego and Varyyn.

“Jake and Alodia, please join hands.” I face Jake and put my hands in his, my left palm to his right and my right to his left. Seraxa tucks one end of the ribbon between the palms closest to her and wraps it several times around our hands. “These are the hands of your betrothed. Together, these hands planted the seed of your love. One who will remain beside you as you grow and change. They will wipe the tears of joys and sorrows from your eyes. This ribbon is the roots between you. A foundation of trust that will deepen, preserving you through storms to come.”

Across the audience hall, my eyes meet Diego's as the officiant binds his hand to Varyyn's. We share a smile as grateful tears fill his eyes.

“The handfasting is a commitment for one year and a day, and if you are still in love after that time, forever.” Seraxa places her hands atop ours for a moment, and then steps back. “Speak your vows to one another, promises born of true and honest love.”

She nods at me. I swallow hard as I look into Jake's adoring eyes. How quickly I came to see him as a source of strength on the island. He never asked what I wasn't willing to give, but I realize now I always had his heart, and he had mine. From the first time we were Princess and Top Gun, we belonged together. Even when I was chasing after Quinn or flirting with Sean, Jake was waiting for me because he was the right choice all along.

“...Jake...my Jake...I vow to nurture your dreams for as long as we live.” My voice catches as images flash through my mind. The vision of the Lupus idol, Jake dying in my arms with a smile on his lips. The vision given by Vaanu, Jake finally getting justice for himself and Mike. “...I love you so much, Jake. I want the world for you. Your success is my success. While you climb each mountain, I'll be there to cheer you on, and to catch you if you ever fall.”

Over his shoulder, I catch sight of Michelle taking Sean's hand. He holds it tightly as she lays her head on his shoulder. I hear a soft sob behind me and turn slightly to see Grace weeping in Aleister's arms. Jake gently cups my face with his free hand, guiding my eyes back to him, but not before I see the meaningful glance that passes between Kele and Quinn. Then my eyes meet Jake's again, and I don't look away.

“Alodia, I think you really made an honest man out of me. I wanted this, but it wasn't until a little while ago that I realized how much I needed it, too. Being with you is everything to me. I'm not half the man a true Princess deserves, but I'm gonna give it all I got and then some.” He gives me a lopsided grin. “With a little luck, maybe we can land this thing somewhere near 'happily ever after'.”

Taari slowly climbs the dias, a large, broad leaf balanced on his palms. Breathtaking tropical flowers are arranged across the surface.

“Alodia, please select the blossom that best represents how you feel for Jake. It will become an expression of your love for all to see.” In turn she points to a small pink blossom with streaks of orange and white, an emerald-green fern with feather-soft fronds, and a magnificent firework of a flower that blooms from frosty white at the center to bright royal purple. “Unity...Harmony...and Devotion...”

I don't have to think long. I pick up the firework bloom. “Devotion. I'm yours. Now and forever.”

Seraxa carefully braids the stem into a small section of hair over my left ear, securing it with an old-fashioned hair pin.

“And now, let the union be sealed with a kiss.”

Taari gasps, covering his eyes. “I can't look! I can't look!” Jake wraps his free arm around my waist, and I cup the side of his face. Our lips come together like magnets, kissing like we did the first time, sinking in the ocean, believing it would be the last time. Cheers and applause from my friends bring me back to reality.

“These two are now joined before Vaanu and the Vaanti. Just as it was for the first bride and her beloved, true love is an inexorable force. No land, sea, or person may keep apart those who are destined. Go forth as one, children of the stars.”

We leave the dias together, Varyyn, Diego, and a handful of other couples following behind us. The crowd fills in behind herding us toward the exit. Outside, Vaanti are waiting to toss handfuls of petals onto the couples as we exit the audience hall. The air becomes a cloud of roiling color around us.

“Zero visibility,” Jake calls to me. “Requesting coordinates from ground control!”

“Oh, you mean me?” I call back, gently pulling him along by our handfasting ribbon. He finds me again and our mouths meet as we undo the ribbon to wind our arms around each other properly. Around us, our friends have begun delving into the delectable treats among the platforms. Raj offers Seraxa a platter of pancake-like pastries.

“Try the tilgul poli!” Seraxa eyes the platter suspiciously.

“...It looks like dessiccated pig skin.” But she grudgingly pops a meager bite into her mouth and chews thoughtfully. She frowns. “...This...is delicious! Catalyst, how do you make this? You must tell me!”

Raj laughs awkwardly. “Oh, well...Grandma's secret recipe...heh...”

“I see. And what might one have to do to learn this secret?”

Before Raj can reply, I am distracted by the approach of a Vaanti in Anachronist clothing. The Elyys'tel Vaanti in the vicinity eye him warily, murmuring. He looks between me and Jake.

“Well. You two are handfasted now. Looks like fun. The Clockmaker asked me to bring you a gift. Your partner already knows about it.”

I glance at Jake, who smiles. “I got a little something set up for you, Alodia.”

“I like the sound of this so far.”

The Anachronist produces an elaborate timepiece from a bag over his shoulder and begins making adjustments. A rift opens around us and I feel myself falling through time and space, tumbling out onto the deck of The Dorado. Before I crash to the deck, Jake swoops in to catch me, twirling me in his arms.

“Sweeping me off my feet, I see?”

“That's what I do,” he replies, grinning. He sets me down again, but he keeps an arm looped around my waist.

“I still can't believe we made it. We're actually here. We're actually together.”

“We're actually alone,” he adds, his eyes shining. I gaze fondly up at him. Then I blink, glancing around me.

“Where are Yvonne and Malatesta?”

“Probably off swashing each other's buckles.”

“You don't think they'll mind us borrowing their ship?”

“Mind?” He grins. “They offered.”

“So what did you want to show me?”

He chuckles. “Somebody's eager.”

“Surprises make me nervous. Lately they tend to involve robots. Or ghosts. Or time travelers who turn out to be me.”

He kisses my cheek. “You'll like this one. Promise. Come on. We're gonna have to do some serious sailing to get there by sunset.”

“What happens at sunset?”

“Wouldn't you like to know,” he drawls. He winks and clambers up into the rigging, calling down from above. “Looks like the Peg-Leg Pals already did most of the work for us, but this is still gonna be a little tricky.”

“I call captain!”

He laughs. “Is that so?”

“Yes! Now get to work or I'll throw you in the brig!”

“Oh, yeah? And then what?”

“I dunno. Something with chains and ropes.”

“I am suddenly feeling very disobedient.”

I laugh. “Seriously, though, after everything we've been through, I think the two of us can handle launching a boat.”

“That's the spirit. I'll rig the capstan while you reeve the purchase.”

I look at him skeptically. “Are you making up words? I feel like you're making up words.”

“Just grab that rope over there and pull it a bunch.”

“Ahh, now that I can do.”

I move to pull the rope he indicated. Over the next hour, I bustle around the deck while Jake climbs and swings above me. Periodically, he disappears, but never for long enough that I worry.

“All right,” I finally call. “Anchor's up!”

“And we're off!” he calls back. The sails catch the wind and billow out as The Dorado leaps out to sea. Jake hops back to the deck. “That's all there is to it. We'll make a sailor out of you yet, Princess.”

He takes his place at the helm while I catch my breath and ease the kinks from my spine. “They teach you how to sail pirate ships in the Navy?”

“My Uncle Pete had a little schooner growing up. Honestly, sailboats ain't changed much since Jack Sparrow days. You got your ropes, your sails, your wind...and a view like no other.” He winks at me and wipes an arm across his brow. “Gettin' a little warm out here.”

“You should take your shirt off,” I reply blithely. “That getup may have been comfortable on the roof at Elysian Lodge, but it can't be pleasant wearing it out here.”

“Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't want to take my hands off the wheel. Might need your help.”

“I could probably manage that.” I ascend the steps to the helm slowly, trailing my fingers over the rail as I approach him with my hips swaying. He watches with a grin. “Now, keep your eyes in your head there, Wolf.”

He throws back his head, letting out a playful howl. I slide behind him and undo the buttons on his vest and shirt, sliding him out of them one arm at a time.

“Better?”

“Better.” After a moment's thought, I undo the sash on my gown and let it slide off my shoulders, revealing the leaf skirt and breast band of my Vaanti warrior costume underneath. Jake whistles. “Much better.”

“So where are we headed?”

“Little inlet I spotted off the coast a couple days back while you lot were off at that other wedding. Matter of fact, why don't you get up to the crow's nest and keep an eye out for me?”

“I feel like I'm being handled,” I quip.

“Nah, that part comes later.”

I snort, rolling my eyes, but I plant my foot in a nearby net and climb toward the crow's nest. When I reach it, I feel my breath catch in my throat. In the small space is a blanket draped over a tableau spread with a makeshift picnic of fruit, crab legs, bread, cheese, and what looks like some kind of jerky.

“Jake! How did you--”

“Very sneakily, of course,” he replies, suddenly right behind me. He climbs over the rail into the nest. “It's not much, but it was the best I could find on short notice. Did I do good?”

“You did very good,” I assure him. “But, um...shouldn't you be steering?”

“We're all right for awhile. The current will take care of us, and it's mostly a straight shot from here anyway.” He settles down opposite me in the crow's nest, stretching out on his side next to the tableau. He picks up a mango, pressing his thumbnail through the peel, and pulling it apart in his hands. He sinks his teeth into the mango's soft flesh, and bright juice runs down his bare chest.

“Hey, how about sharing that?” He grins, scooting closer to lift the other half to my lips. I take a sweet, juicey bite, and he slides his thumb over my lower lip. His eyes are soft as he watches me chew and swallow.

“...You're beautiful. You know that?”

“You're not so bad yourself.”

For awhile we eat quietly, feeding each other little pieces and catching dropped bits with soft, teasing kisses. Then, his eyes light up as he looks over my shoulder. I turn to follow his gaze. As the ship drifts along the southern coast of La Huerta, a small inlet comes into view. A plateau with soft green grass rises from sloping cliffs.

“There it is.”

“There what is? All I see is an empty inlet.”

“Try again. This time I'll help.” He slides in next to me and raises a hand. With his index finger, he traces invisible shapes over the grassy inlet. “Right there...is our house. See the chimney smoking? The little shutters on the windows?”

“Oh, I get it now. You're doing a thing.”

He winks at me, his left hand sliding up my back. With his right hand, he continues gesturing at the untouched beach.

“Down there's the fire pit. Took the two of us almost a month to gather seashells for the path. But it sure does sparkle, this time of night.”

I can't help teasing him a little. “Tell me about our defenses.”

“You would ask about that. Well, since you asked, we've got tripwire around the perimeter, concealed weapons in every room, and a boat at the ready.” He slips his fingertips under my chin and turns my gaze toward him. “We're safe here.”

I smile at him, but I feel it fading as my eyebrows knit. “...Do you really want to stay on La Huerta? Don't you want to go home?”

He leans back against the rail with a sigh. “Doesn't seem like that's possible now. But to tell the truth? I don't care anymore.” He takes my hand into his lap, pensively trailing his fingertips up and down my wrist. “All my life, I've had this...itch. Like an alarm clock tickin' away. When it goes off, that means it's time for me to leave.”

“And go where?”

“Anywhere other than the place I'm at. I don't know why. It's just always been that way. Hometown. Navy. Arachnid. Costa Rica. Hell, even when we first landed here. ...But you know what?” He laces his fingers through mine and gazes into my eyes. “Somewhere along the way, that clock just stopped. ...I was lost until you found me, Alodia. Now I just want to be where I am, wherever I am with you.”

I am quiet for a long moment. For so long, all I've thought about is getting us off the island. Saving the world. Going home. But even if the world is saved...what kind of life would I be going back to? Hartfeld? I don't know what I planned to do with my degree. I can barely even remember what I was studying. Do I have any family waiting for me out there? ...Would anyone notice if I vanished? I honestly don't know. The thought makes something else nip at the edges of my mind like eyes on my back that I don't dare turn around to see. I ignore the feeling.

“...Maybe we could stay here. A little island house does sound nice...”

“Honestly, we could live in a cave for all I care. As long as you're there, it's home.” I smile and rest my head on his shoulder. “I love you, Alodia.”

“I love you, too. ...We really should go steer the boat soon, though.”

“Five more minutes.” I laugh as Jake pushes aside the remains of the picnic and drapes the blanket over us, drawing me to his side. I let my fingers trail down his chest towards the waistband of his boxers.

“I think we're going to need a little longer than that.”

He gasps a little as my hand moves lower, grinning. “I'm gonna have to watch myself. You're a bad influence.”

The stars are coming out when we finally make our way down from the crow's nest. We spy our cast off clothing tangled in the rigging and begin dragging it down.

“Found your pants over here!” I call.

“I'll trade you for your flower sash.” As we gather the last of our clothing, a chilly breeze sweeps off the ocean, making me shiver. Jake puts an arm around me. “I could use a drink. A little rum would fix things. And I think I know just where to find some.”

He leads me down into the lavish captain's cabin below decks. He rummages through a cabinet crammed with rolled up maps and loose parchment, eventually producing a bottle.

“Bingo. Everyone knows pirates can't do paperwork without booze.” He scrounges up a couple of glasses and pours out two drinks. We take up our glasses, clinking them in a toast.

“To us,” I say. “On our wedding night.”

“Cheers.” We throw back the shots, and he pours himself another. “Ain't the kinda thing you'd normally catch me saying, but it was a beautiful ceremony.”

“Married life making you soft already?”

He chuckles, sipping on his rum. As he lowers the glass, he sighs wistfully. “...Shame Rebecca and my folks couldn't have seen it. They're about the only people I would have invited.” He shakes his head. “How about you? Anybody you wish had been there today?”

His question makes me freeze. The same nagging feeling I had up in the crow's nest starts to creep in at the edges of my mind again. Is there anyone out there in the real world I would have wanted to see me get married? A father I would have liked to walk me down the aisle? A mother to give me last minute advice? Two mothers? Two fathers? I could have sworn I knew at some point. I could have sworn I told stories about my family...my childhood...

“My...parents, I guess...”

“You...guess?” He frowns. “Right...I guess you never got to know them, did you.”

“...I didn't?”

“Well...no. At least...that's what I gathered from what you told me.”

“...Jake, what did I tell you?”

“I...” He trails off, frowning. “Well, it was awhile ago. You were talking about Diego...how he was the only family you had...”

“But I didn't say anything about my parents?”

“Well, I thought you did...maybe I wasn't paying very close attention. ...Which doesn't sound like the kind of thing I should admit to my bride...”

“I don't think it's your fault. I...if I'm honest, I don't really remember much from before we landed here.”

“It does kinda feel like a lifetime ago.”

“That's not quite it. I mean...I barely remember anything. Not since...I'm not sure when. I mean...I swear I told you something about my parents...I swear I told a story about scaring Diego with a long black wig...But for the life of me, I can't...” I frown. “It's like...my past is there somewhere, but I can't get to it. I think I could before, but...now, for some reason...” I trail off, an idea looming on the edges of my mind. It's too large to grasp, but I wonder if I could shrink it into smaller pieces...

“Screw it,” Jake says, breaking into my thoughts.

“What?”

“I said screw it. Ain't got much of a past myself. Who needs it?” He refills his glass and mine, and lifts it in another toast. “Here's to the future. Our future. Together.”

I smile and raise my glass. “To the future.” We clink glasses and throw back our drinks.

“Well, speaking of that, how do you want to spend the first night of the rest of your life?” I glance around the cabin and grin wickedly.

“How about on top of that desk?”

He blinks at me. “Again? Not that I'm complaining, but--” I throw my glass aside, sweep everything off the desk, and push Jake backward. “Oof! Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

I grin, climbing on top of Jake and reaching for his waistband. “That was a lovely picnic you threw me earlier. But do you know what I could go for now?” I lean over to whisper huskily in his ear. “Dessert.”

I kiss my way down his chest, easing my way backward off the desk as I near his waistband again. My fingers hook around the edges, sliding it off as my mouth descends teasingly, roaming over the ridge of his pelvic bone. I hear him hiss with anticipation.

“You're somethin' else, you know that, Alodia?”

“I like it when you say my name,” I purr. “Now let's see if you can say it a little louder...”

* * *

The morning comes far too soon for my liking. But remembering the events of the previous day, I cannot help but be eager. I am Jake's wife now. And he is my husband. And actually, it occurs to me that Diego is a married man now too, and I'm quite excited to see him this morning. Jake and I return to the time rift, and it takes us back to a grassy hill outside of Elyys'tel. As we head back toward the village, we pass Michelle, standing by herself and gazing out at the water. Her expression makes me stop.

“Hey, Michelle. Everything okay?” She starts at my voice.

“Oh...hey.” She hastily wipes her eyes, leaving a dark streak of mascara on her left cheek, and forces herself to smile. “Back so soon? How was your getaway?”

“Is something wrong?”

“What's on your mind, Maybelline?”

“Oh, it's just been kind of a long week, ya know?”

“Does anyone know you're out here?” I ask her. “We should probably head back. The others will be worried.”

Michelle's lip quivers. That first crack in her facade quickly crumbles it. A sob bubbles up from her chest and she covers her face.

“...Michelle...?” A little alarmed, I put my arms around her, drawing her against me as she sobs brokenly. “Hey, hey, hey...what's all this?”

“I know that life's not fair...but it hurts sometimes, you know? Everything I've done, I've planned so carefully. ...I've always tried to put the needs of those around me first. Always. And maybe I forgot to think about myself, and now it just feels...too late!”

I rub her back, unsure of what to say. As I spot a familiar form silently watching us, my breath catches slightly. Vaanu hovers amidst the trees, shining more brightly than ever.

“...You deserve to be happy too, Michelle.” Gently, keeping one arm around her shoulder, I turn her toward the trees as Vaanu floats forward, something dangling from its hand. Michelle's eyes widen at the sight of the powder-blue stethescope. I take it from Vaanu and offer it to her. She reaches for it.

“That's my...”

… In a hospital room, Tricia Gayle lies in the bed, impatiently tapping a TV remote.

“Don't they have any sports channels,” she mutters to herself. “I'm not about to sit here and watch a bunch of tacky gossip...” She trails off as Michelle walks in. Michelle looks magnificent in a white doctor's coat, with her hair swept back in a ponytail and her powder-blue stethescope draped around her neck.

“Morning, Mrs. Gayle. How are we doing today?” She sticks the stethescope in her ears and places the other end over Tricia's heart.

“Michelle, honey, you know you can call me Tricia. And I'll be a lot better if you've got a new back for me.”

“You're actually in really good shape. The X-rays show that your realignment surgery has taken nicely. One or two more days off your feet and you should be good to go.”

“I'm never going to be 'good to go' with this old spine. But I'll take it.” Michelle smiles and continues the brief examination, filling out the chart in her hands. Tricia regards her thoughtfully. “You've done well for yourself here.”

“They keep me busy, that's for sure.”

“Honey, listen...Honestly, I always thought you were perfect for my Sean. I knew what he'd heard from those girls couldn't be true. But still, it didn't work out, and it hurt you real bad. I just wanna say that I'm proud of you. You didn't let it drag you down, and now here you are, living your dream.”

“Well, trying to, I guess. But...thank you.”

“You got ten times the spine I'll ever have, that's for sure.”

Michelle smiles. “I don't know about that. You're a force to be reckoned with, Mrs. Gay...Tricia.”

“I guess we'll see. You got someone in your life these days?”

Michelle's gaze drifts back to the chart. She replaces it on the end of the bed and smooths her coat, preparing to leave. “Like I said, they keep me busy. Anyway, you just worry on that recovery, okay?”

Just as she's turning to leave, Sean appears in the doorway, two bouquets of vibrant stargazer lilies in hand. He smiles at Michelle.

“I was hoping I might run into you.”

Michelle's professional demeanor softens as she smiles back. She clears her throat, trying to duck past Sean. “Sorry, but I've got four other patients to--”

“I know you're working hard, but maybe...you could take this with you?” He holds one of the bouquets out to Michelle. There's a card perched amid the flowers. Michelle takes it out and reads the message: 'I'm sorry'. Sean sighs. “...I know a proper apology's been a long time coming. I just wanted to let you know that I really messed up. And I hope someday I'll get the chance to truly make it up to you.”

Michelle looks at him with astonishment in her eyes. “...Sean...”

“...Please take it, Michelle.”

Tricia watches from her bed. “Nobody's perfect, honey. But he's trying.”

Michelle purses her lips, eying the magenta and white flowers. “I actually hate stargazers. But...I suppose in this case, I can make an exception.”

“More than generous.” Sean's eyes soften. “Maybe we could talk later?”

“My door's always open.” …

… Back in Elyys'tel, Michelle gazes at the stethescope in wonder. She looks at me, then back down at the tubing laid across her palm.

“I'd heard that the spirit could...but...”

“Yo!” Craig's voice cuts off whatever she might have said. “We heard that the VIP lounge is over here.” I turn to see several of my friends coming up from the beach.

“Is everything okay, Michelle?” Grace asked.

“I'm fine. Much better now, thanks.” She gazes past me at the sun-dappled hills. “The light is beautiful out here. Hang on, I've got an idea.”

She pulls off her back and digs around for a moment until she comes up with an old polaroid instant camera. Diego grins.

“Is it group selfie time?”

“Group selfie time!” Michelle confirms.

“Let's do it!” Quinn cheers.

“Okay, everybody cram in!”

We all rush in beside Michelle, posing for the shot. I squeeze in between Michelle and Grace. Michelle takes the picture and it slides out into her hand. She holds it up as it appears for everyone to see. Eleven smiling faces, kissed by golden sunlight and surrounded by gleaming green hills, take shape on the white card. Michelle sets the photo on the bag. But almost the same moment she sets it down, the wind catches it and drags it away. I make a dive for it, but it's soon disappeared over the hill.

“Dammit,” I sigh. “Let's take another.”

We all start to cram in again, but something makes me freeze. ...Rourke told me he saw all of us in a photo. Eleven young people. All of us except...

“Aleister!” Grace exclaims. I turn to see Aleister running over to us. He stops, his chest heaving, his cheeks pink with exertion.

“Everyone! W-we're in grave danger!” He doubles over, and Grace rushes over to support him.

“Slow down, Aleister. What's wrong?”

Aleister aims a shaking finger at the southern sky. I feel my belly go cold. Toward The Celestial, the midday sky is darkening impossibly. Above the resort, an enormous vortex swallows all light and shape.

“It's over,” Aleister whispers. “We're done. He's activated Project Janus.”

The Western Coastline

La Huerta

On the soft brown sand beneath a starry night sky, the Endless lies on her back, her scarlet suit a tattered ruin on her ancient body. Her chest rises and falls erratically, her blue eyes fluttering weakly. It is time for her to go. She extinguishes the flame over her mechanical hand, letting it fall to the sand beside her. She chuckles softly. After everything, all those years, all those loops...in the end, she couldn't even save herself. She had hoped to have them with her when her time finally came. But truly, it was enough to know they would be safe.

A shooting star streaks across the darkness above her, catching her eye. Though the effort hurts, she forces her eyes open. A fond smile curves her wrinkled lips.

“Ahh...there you are,” she whispers. There is tenderness in her gaze as she studies the glittering heavens, something joyful and childlike. “I see you...” They're here. They are all here with her. Quinn, still swimming merrily along, no matter how strong the tide that pushed against her. And there's Craig, barreling through everything and everyone, just like a rampaging bear. And Zahra...

“...Off on your own again, little crow? Ah, but I know that's where you were always happiest...Just like Jake, the lone wolf we all came to love. ...Especially me. ...Oh...Aleister...That serpentine gaze never quite fit with your kind heart, did it, my friend...?”

Raj is there, too. Half man, half magic, still living his own unique truth...and there is Michelle, unfurling her colors for all to see. There is her fearless dragon Estela, her mild and lovely Grace, her sweet, loyal Diego...and Sean watches over them all like the proud, soaring eagle he is...

“Thank you, my friends...for every beautiful day. For all that we shared. You were worth everything and more. It's because of you that I know what love is...”

She can't speak anymore. Exhaustion is taking hold. It is time to sleep. The Endless closes her eyes and exhales slowly. She does not inhale again.

Several hours earlier

The Celestial

The Omega Mech descends onto the resort rooftop. Under the blast from its thrusters, patio furniture and decorations scatter.

“And here we are,” Rourke purrs. “At the end and the beginning.”

Iris flickers to life beside him. “The cloning process is still incomplete. It's strongly advised that Project Janus be delayed until a new subject is prepared.”

“You already gave me a child, Iris. He was useless to me.”

“The new subject benefits from Hostile specimen DNA--”

“Destroy it.”

“...Please confirm command.”

“Destroy it!” Rourke snarls. “Do you think I need another 'baby with no crying' from you? I have a strong, worthy daughter. And I'm all the family she has left.”

The elevator opens, revealing Rex Lundgren. He steps out onto the roof.

“You got enough firepower at your fingertips to make an Apache copter blush. What the hell do you need my men for?”

“The early stages of Project Janus cannot be disturbed, Mr. Lundgren. Your compensation was increased commensurate with recent losses.”

“And what am I supposed to do with your briefcase full of cash now that the world's gone, huh?” The Mech takes a menacing step towards Lundgren, but he holds his ground. The robot crouches. Its cockpit opens and Rourke stands.

“Oh, my friend. The world is only beginning. And soon it will revolve around men like you and me. You understand what it is to be feared, Mr. Lundgren. But do you know what it is to be worshipped? To make mountains fall at your whim? To be as we are now, forever?” Rourke meets Lundgren's dark eyes and holds them with his own. “This is our time. We can't let it slip through our fingers.”

“Yeah. I can make sure they're cut down. No one's getting up here.”

“Excellent. Iris, you make begin. 'Let us make man in our image' and all that, yes?” Rourke steps out of the Mech. The robot rises back into a standing position. Blue light flares in its free hand.

“Project Janus initiated,” Iris chimes. “Spacetime disruption will commence in 3...2...1...”

“A door is opened,” Rourke murmurs. “And chaos becomes order.”