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French Kiss (Skam - Chris x OC) Part 11

Synopsis : Life is a show and Nissen was Christoffer’s stage. He owned the place, people cheered for him, he brought life to the parties and good looks to his group of friends. But after high school he wasn’t so much of a star boy anymore and he found himself being terribly alone. Who really knew the real him? Only the people who got a backstage pass to his life could claim to do. But amidst all the turmoil of his young years, a strange girl is going to stumbled in his life - neither of them will be prepared for this.

Word Count: 10k

Part 10 <<< >>> Christmas Special Pt.1

MASTERLIST

Rule number eleven: Success is the best revenge

Even after they cleared any misunderstanding, things didn’t just go back to the way they were before their date. They scarcely met up anymore, only saying a quick hello when they saw each other at the building, and for about three weeks they didn’t have any real conversation. Nevertheless, they both lead busy lives and didn’t have much free time to give themselves headaches over this lack of contact, even though they felt it deeply. Desperately

It hadn’t occurred to Helen that she started liking Chris that much over the few weeks they’d known each other – yes, he was cute, and charming, and she was attracted to him. But all of this could be filed away as physical attraction. While her feelings right this moment were anything but.

“Hey, get a grip, or I’ll drag you downstairs myself,” Shansa grumbled from the couch where she was sitting with her laptop on her knees. “There is a literal dark cloud hovering over your head, Hel.”

Hel. Of course, her roommate had to pick up the nickname Chris had given her a while back, and now every time she heard it, she was reminded of him. She fucked up, she knew it. She had ruined their first date, and while at the time she thought it was only a fling with no real emotional attachment, she slowly realized that it was not the case for Chris.

Here she was, taking things lightly when to him it was real. After what he told her about his past it was hard to conceive that he would simply fall for her, but even she couldn’t keep her head in the sand anymore at this point. She had to admit he didn’t give her any reason to think he wasn’t serious about their relationship, whatever it was.

“Bugger off,” Helen told her friend. “Let me and my dark cloud alone.”

Oh, how tempting it was to throw a pity party! Yet her roommate stubbornly wouldn’t let her.

“It’s rubbing off on me, I can’t afford being discouraged right now, this essay counts for half my grade!” she argued, pointing at her computer and squinting her eyes at Helen.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t write it while watching Gilmore Girls?” Helen suggested.

To be fair she had been more than patient and gave Helen a few days to brood in a corner after she came back from her breakfast at Chris’ place, but at some point, she decided enough was enough. Shansa was no delicate flower, so she burst into Helen’s room, physically dragged her out from under her blanket, made her take a shower and put on clean clothes, then forced her to go for a walk to breathe some fresh air.

Every day now, Helen had to go on a stupid walk, for her stupid mental health – whether it was raining or hailing. Shansa made sure of it.

It did do her some good, but it didn’t change the fact that she messed up. She has been thinking this over for the last three weeks, and there was really only one thing to do. Chris had run after her long enough, she was the one who ruined their date, therefore she would be the one to mend their relationship.

“Where does your motivation come from anyway?” Helen asked Shansa, ignoring her previous statement. “I would need some right now.”

“Straight from the pits of hell,” Shansa sniggered. “It makes me sad to see you ruminate what happened. It wasn’t your fault that these brainless monkeys decided to play you because you didn’t understand a language subtlety,” she added. “You need to move past it.”

“But it was so humiliating, and I feel bad for Chris. He planned this whole evening, tried to make it perfect, and I just ruined it because I’m too dumb to understand a dirty joke.”

“There’s a world between a dirty joke and downright harassment. These dudes were clearly taking advantage of you. You don’t know how far they would have gone, had Chris not been there. They might have slipped something in your drink or worse. Chris reacted the only way he knew of to defend you.”

“So, you’re saying he saved me?” Helen turned away from her notebook and looked at Shansa who had pushed aside her laptop, obviously taking a break from her important essay. “It’s even worse, now I feel helpless too. I should just have shut my mouth.”

“Bloody hell, girl!” Shansa cursed, shaking her head at her friend. “Stop making a fuss out of this, shit happens! That’s just how life is, sometimes it throws assholes at you, and you have to deal with them. Chris did it for you this time, so what?! I’m sure he doesn’t blame you for it!”

“He doesn’t, but I do!” Helen stood up and angrily pointed at herself. “I’m an idiot, and I jeopardized my relationship with him!”

“So you do like him,” Shansa said with a glorious smirk. “I knew it wasn’t just his pretty face that drew you to him!”

“What if I do? It took him weeks to ask me out, I saw how nervous he was and he only did it because his friend pushed him to do so. Now everything’s awkward, and I’m sure I can’t count on Andreas to push him a second time. Not that I think Chris would listen to him anymore. I’ve passed up my chance.”

“You’d be surprised how resilient best friends are,” Shansa replied with a soft smile, making Helen lower her shoulder and sit back down again.

She knew her friend meant well, but Shansa couldn’t do anything for her. In this situation it would only make things worse if she decided to intervene, and same went for Andre. Surely if they meddled, they would only dig a wider hole between Chris and Helen.

No, she had to own up to her own mistakes and make this better herself.

“I’ll deal with Chris myself. I know I can, but right now I still feel too sorry for myself, just give me a few more days to be broody.” It didn’t seem to convince Shansa.

“Promise?”

“I will, I swear. I’ll think of something.”

“Girl, please!” Shansa laughed, causing Helen to raise an eyebrow in confusion. “The boy is head over heels for you, you don’t need to come up with an elaborate scheme, just be yourself.”

Helen’s heart skipped a beat.

Breathe. Just breathe and be natural, there’s nothing that can go wrong, Helen repeated these words to herself like a mantra as she began to walk down the row of bookshelves, the clicking sound of her heels muffled by the carpet.

Surely, she had no reason to be nervous, this was only Chris! Her funny, boyish, and lovely downstairs neighbor, whom she shared a pizza and breakfast with. Chris who made her laugh, the first person she talked to in the morning – at least she used to when they still both sat at their windows every day to take in some fresh air before facing the day. If anything, she should be looking forward to finally seeing him again, yet when her eyes spotted him sitting at the same table as he usually was with Andreas, her heart jumped in her throat.

Four more days have gone by since the day she promised Shansa she would pull herself together and makes things better with Chris.

Now came her chance, and she was tempted to shy out of it. Except she wouldn’t. She knew what do to. She was a social person, she wasn’t afraid to chat up boys, she was bold, and funny, she could handle Chris. She could, in French. Ugh, it was so frustrating to have to think about the words you want to use before speaking. She used to be witty, but how could she be witty in a language she didn’t fully grasp yet? She had all the basics down yes, but it didn’t feel natural yet.

“Hi,” she suddenly said. She hadn’t realized she had already reached his table.

She must have caught him in a moment of deep concentration because he started in surprise. Maybe she shouldn’t be doing this right now as she was still at work technically, but her feet had decided for her.

“H-Hei,” Chris answered, frowning as if he wasn’t sure she was really here at all.

Chris being at loss for words was a rare occurrence, and while a part of Helen was giddy at the thought of being the cause of it, the other part felt anxious.

Chris looked tired. He wore a zipped sweater with the hood up, and by now Helen knew him well enough to know that he only wore his hood up when he wanted to be alone and ignored. Maybe this was a bad idea but it was too late.

“You look good,” she told him, immediately scolding herself for this ridiculous comment. For one, it wasn’t true. And secondly: Small talk! Once she started making small talk, there was no turning around, things inevitably became awkward, she had to turn things around and quickly! “Are you?” She heard herself ask, her voice somewhat hesitant.

Their eyes locked, and there seemed to be some kind of silent conversation happening between the two of them as they stayed still and simply looked at each other.

“I don’t have to be fine, I only need to look fine,” he eventually answered, shrugging to dismiss her concern.

But it had the opposite effect, Helen’s brain went fully alert, searching for something appropriate to tell him. It was obviously meant to be a joke, but it came across as a rather painful admission than a jest. It tugged at her heart, a sinking feeling suddenly overwhelming her – guilt?

“Now that’s-” sad, terrible, heart-breaking, “-unacceptable,” she decided setting the books she was holding on his table and sitting down. “I lied by the way. You look like shit. Those dark circles here-” she gestures to her own eyes. “Don’t look good.”

Chris huffed, reluctantly nodding in agreement. He didn’t say anything though. A least Helen managed to put a smile on his face, even for a short time.

“I have to go back to work, but Chris-” she started, feeling his eyes on her. He was giving her his full attention, however he felt about her, at least he was inclined to listen to what she had to say. “Do you still like me or did I completely ruin it?” she blurted out, feeling the fire in her cheeks.

Chris’ jaw nearly hit the floor but Helen had to admit he kept fairly collected. He leaned against the back of his chair and his eyes did not look away from her. If she had to guess, she would say he tried to find a hint of joke in her eyes but she was dead serious.

“Is that even a question?” He laughed, rubbing his eyes. She still didn’t smile. “Hel, of course I still like you. Do you?”

Why did the air have to be so heavy today? Now she was smiling at least, if only a shy little smile. It brightened up her whole face. Helen stood up with her books cradled against her chest.

“I have to get back to work,” she repeated, and though Chris looked disappointed that he wouldn’t get a straight answer today, he seemed a bit reassured by her warm smile. “If you’d be up for it, I’d like to have another date. I think we’re overdue for a retry, and maybe also a long conversation. This time, let me handle the details.”

He didn’t know what to say or do, so he just nodded, swallowing thickly.

“We really shouldn’t have stopped having our talks on the fire escape, you know? They were my favorite part of the day.”

The sky was orange. The sun was setting. Helen had been waiting all evening; she wasn’t sure why she didn’t simply go downstairs, but she felt it was better to wait sundown. She was more comfortable talking and sharing with other people after dark. Not to mention that it would be odd if she knocked on his door to have dinner at five. It was nearly half past seven now, and she was getting antsy.

“So how long do you plan on sitting here admiring the sunset like a romantic loser when you could be down there getting some?” The dulcet voice of her beloved roommate interrupted her reverie. Helen rolled her eyes.

“Until I gather enough courage, I guess,” she answered. At this point in their relationship, she didn’t take offense at Shansa’s unsubtle comments. “It’s intimidating. And I’m not gonna get some, I’m not gonna get anything. We have a lot to talk about Chris and I.”

“Mmh,” Shansa hummed in response, putting her feet on the coffee table. “Can’t argue with that. Saw the guy earlier today and he looks in severe lack of sleep, I don’t know what you did to him but-”

The rest of the sentence was lost to Helen, she tuned out. Was it her fault if Chris looked like a wreck? Truthfully even if she was only partially at fault, it would still make her feel terrible.

“I’m going now,” Helen decided, cutting short one of Shansa endless rambling. She was staring at the bottom of an ice cream pot and drinking wine – that’s how she got ready for a party. She would leave soon too.

“Break a leg!” she wished her. “Who would’ve thought this guy was such a handful?”

Helen did not answer that question because it hit very close to home once again. She should have known better than to judge Chris by his appearance and that first awkward encounter in the staircase. There was so much more behind this fuckboy façade. He had apologized to her for misjudging her based on her poor Norwegian when they first met, but she was guilty too. She judged the book by its cover.

“Have fun tonight,” Helen said before leaving her roommate to her devices.

It was time to get ready and go now, she couldn’t believe how nervous she was. She had carefully picked her outfit for tonight, she wanted to make a good impression, and she’d remembered Shansa’s advice of dressing up for the date you want, not the date you get. She had told Chris to dress up too, and she was excited to see him. Whatever he expected from tonight, he would be surprised.

With one last shuddery breath, Helen smoothed out her dress in front of the mirror, slipped on her pumps, and grabbed her coat and bag – if only for show. Everything was ready now, there was no excuse to dilly-dally. She took her time to walk down the stairs to Chris’ door, and knocked softly.

The door swung open almost immediately.

“Hi,” she said in an exhale, watching Chris open his mouth but not say anything. He blinked a few times, his lips slowly stretching into a dreamy smile, as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

“H-Hi,” he eventually greeted her. “Helen, you look-“ he didn’t know how to finish his sentence.

She wasn’t doing much better herself, but she tried to remain composed. Chris was very elegant in his dress pants and neatly ironed shirt. The last few buttons of his shirt weren’t closed yet, and his tie hung, untied, around his neck.

Helen wanted to yank it off and tie him to the bedpost with it.

“Mhmh.” She cleared her throat, feeling hot all of a sudden. “Thank you. You look fantastic yourself,” she complimented him while she let herself in, since Chris was frozen in the doorframe apparently. He closed the door, mechanically.

She had chosen a plain dress, with short sleeves, and a slit down her right leg. It flared from her waist down to her shin, its silky material complementing her shiny heels. She wanted to dazzle, and she was glad to see that she had been successful in her endeavor. Chris… Chris was eye candy as always, but she hadn’t expected him to clean up so good.

“Say something,” she prompted him. “You’re making me nervous.”

“I don’t know what to say…” he admitted. “You’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful but now…”

He drifted off again, seeming at a loss for words tonight. Point taken. Helen chuckled and took a few steps towards him, reaching for his tie.

“Need help with this?” she asked him.

This finally startled him out of his stupor.

“Uhm, no, I got it. Actually, I didn’t know if I should wear a tie or not, you didn’t say how strict the dress code was.”

“Should I be impressed that you have this in your closet? Most guys wouldn’t even own a decent tie, let alone know how to tie it properly, or know how to abide by a dress code for that matter.”

“I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?” he teased her. “I’ve been told I clean up pretty good when I try.” Now he downright smirked at her. He was visibly over the initial shock of seeing her dressed to the nines.

“And who, pray tell, told you that?” Helen asked, feeling uninclined to share Chris with all and any potential rivals.

“My mom,” he said, smiling when he saw her reaction. He grazed two fingers under her chin, and she seemed to relax. “So, tie or no tie?”

“No need for a tie, it would look too strict on you,” she decided, running her hand over the collar of his shirt.

“Yes, ma’am,” Chris said, taking off his tie and throwing it over the back of a chair.

The evening hadn’t even started, and he felt electrified. The tension between them had never been so high, and he felt like the air would crackle if he got too close. His palms were even a little sweaty. When was the last time this happened? His heartbeat quickened when she smiled at him, big enough to show a little teeth and for crinkles to appear at the corner of her eyes.

If he listened to himself, he would damn it all to hell, and kiss her right then and there. But she had been right, they needed a clean slate to start over. That sure as hell wouldn’t happen by magic, he knew they had some talking to do, some coming clean. Otherwise, he would continue to look sleep deprived and they would forever wonder what could have been.

Chris’ train of thought was interrupted by loud meowing, and when they turned their head towards his room, where the sound came from, they saw a black cat standing on its hind legs, scratching at the closed window.

“Of course, always on time for dinner!” Chris rolled his eyes. “This fucker only comes out of hiding when it’s time to eat.”

Helen let out a little chuckle, meanwhile Chris went to his room to let his cat in. He strutted in at a leisurely pace, like he owned the place, and went straight for his empty bowl, clearly expecting food to be brought immediately.

“So, you’re Chris’ little devil?” Helen purred, squatting down to pet the little ball of fur. It closed its eyes and lied down, tail still wiggling happily. She looked at Chris. “I think he likes me.”

“I’m not surprised, he makes it a point to cuddle everyone but me,” Chris grumbled before going to get the cat food and emptying the content of a can in the bowl. “I am unloved in this house.”

“It’s tough love baby,” Helen replied with a laugh. “What’s his name?”

“William.”

Helen frowned in confusion.

“William is a weird name for a cat,” she observed as she scratched behind its ears. It purred in response and gently rubbed against the girl’s hand. Whether or not he did it out of spite or just because he liked Helen, Chris couldn’t tell but the animal never seemed this eager to get an ear scratch from him.

Chris shrugged.

“Chris…” she began, and when he looked up, he must have seen something in her eyes because she didn’t need to add anything else. He sighed, and put down the bowl full of food. Immediately William the cat jumped from where it sat and started eating.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t shut you off like this but I hate talking about William,” Chris admitted.

This made her pause.

“William the cat?” she asked just to make sure.

“No, William my best friend who left for England without so much as a heads up,” and without me, he wanted to add but did not.

And now it made a lot more sense. To Helen it felt like she finally found a missing piece of a giant puzzle, and suddenly Chris just made sense. There was pant up anger behind his words, as if he hasn’t had a chance to properly rant about it yet.

“You sound as if you need to talk about it,” she declared, making him wince.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he said, taking her aback. “You manage to make me talk about things I never mention with anyone, and I feel like I spend my days- just… I don’t know, whining to you about this or that. Don’t you get tired of it?”

“Chris-“ she began, wanting to apologize.

“It’s not a reproach. At all,” he clarified. “I just hope you’re not fed up with me yet. I swear I can be fun, too.” Helen nodded, understanding. It’s true that their conversations somehow always took a serious turn, but she never did it on purpose. She was a listener, she did that to people. She brought forth what they tried to bury deep inside. “The reason I don’t want to talk about William is because he’s an ass and because there are some colorful Norwegian words you don’t need to learn,” he joked, earning a smile but not managing to fool her, if the look on her face was any indication.

“I’ll never force you to talk about something if you’re not ready to share, Chris. I hope you know that. As long as you also know I’ll be here when you are.”

He nodded, solemnly.

“All I will say is this: He just- he left. And I’m here alone, and I feel stupid. Like, you have no idea how dumb I feel for still being bitter about something that happened four years ago.”

“Everybody is allowed time to heal, as much as they need. There’s no book to follow. He was your best friend and he hurt you, I’d be terribly upset too.”

“Well, this is miles away from what I expected from this evening,” Chris commented. “I know I should move on, but I- I just can’t get passed it. At first, I felt betrayed, but now I’m just bitter and angry, because he moved on so quickly – as if I didn’t mean anything to begin with – and I’m… stuck.”

“Let’s see,” Helen said, trying to sound positive even though they were talking about serious stuff. “You have completed your military service, you live in a nice apartment in the heart of Oslo, you have a cat that – she hesitated – seems like a better William than the original, and you’re in college, where you study something you like and made new friends. That hardly sounds like being stuck to me.”

Chris was still looking at her when he took a deep shaky breath, and for a second Helen worried she might have said something wrong because he looked so much like he was about to cry. Some part of her thought Chris would never allow himself to cry in front of her, but she wouldn’t judge him for doing so. She would never. Helen moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen… maybe this William of yours is living the life in uptown London or wherever, having tea with the Queen and such, but maybe he’s miserable, maybe he struggles with speaking a different language, failed his freshman year at university, got dumped by his girlfriend- who knows? There’s no point in tormenting yourself with these self-deprecating thoughts. You don’t know for sure if he’s moved on at all.”

“If he is miserable then he damn well deserves it, I can’t feel sorry for him anymore. That asshole could’ve said goodbye at the very least,” Chris snapped.

“I left my home too, to come here. Maybe there’s someone missing me as much as you do William back in France. Would you despise me for it?” she suddenly asked, her big brown eyes staring at him in this disarming manner that somehow made him answer questions he swore he wouldn’t answer even under torture.

They had been standing in his apartment for a while now, just talking. Helen hadn’t expected their evening to start before she could even surprise him properly with what she had planned. She didn’t begrudge him this though, as much as he denied it, she knew he needed to let it all out. He looked like he hadn’t talked to anyone about anything before she moved here. She could see the way he held himself straighter when he finally let something off his chest, she way he lit up.

She would stand here all night to make it happen again and again.

“Is it a boy?” Chris asked playfully, trying to lighten up the mood. Helen pouted and shoved him.

“C’mon, you know I broke things off clean with him. What’s important is that each and every one of us does what’s most important for ourselves. I know it’s not nice to hear but if you were really his friend, then you must allow him to live his life the way he wants to, not stand between him and his future. Even if it was very shitty of him to leave without telling you beforehand.”

“Now you’re just making me feel bad,” Chris tried to laugh.

Helen moaned and apologized, putting her forehead against his shoulder to hide her blushing face from him.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he assured her, making her look up again. “I know you’re right – in my head.”

But not in his heart.

“What made you do it, in the end? How did you realize you wanted to move here?” he asked her, only now realizing that was something he could have – should have – asked a long time ago. He hadn’t wanted to pry, but he was curious, and she seemed ready to share.

Helen took in a deep breath.

“I’ve always known, I think, deep down,” she started, a dreamy smile twisting her lips. “I came to Norway on holiday for the first time. It was five years ago. I had always wanted to visit, so, I rented a van all by myself and explored as many places as I could, going as far up north as I was able. And I… fell in love.” Helen shrugged a little, not looking away from Chris, who listened intently.

“It’s hard not to, with all the stunning nature, the people are so nice, the traditions so alive here. It sneaked up on me after that. I’ve always been fascinated with the medieval period and Vikings, but now, I had found purpose. I missed Norway, long after I’d gone back home. The call was too strong in the end, I had to answer it. No matter how much I miss my family, no matter the friendships I lost, the relationship I had to give up to be able to come here, it was all worth it in the end. I don’t know how else to explain it, but I- I belong here.”

Chris wasn’t going to contradict her – she did belong here. She had found her place and made her small but tight circle of friends, leaned the language and the culture so fast she would seen sound like a local. And even more importantly, she belonged here with him. That, he could feel in his bones. He might not know for certain what he wanted to do after college, professionally speaking, but he had found a sense of directly in Helen.

She was his compass, his anchor. He had tried so hard his whole life not to get attached to anyone, and now he felt he was truly living for the first time. She filled him with hope, and joy, and excitement for the future – something he had sorely lacked until now.

“I love that,” he finally said. “I hope it was like that for William then, I hope it was worth it.”

She only smiled softly, seemingly pleased with his answer.

A beat passed before he said, “Well, that’s enough pity party for tonight. Where are we going now?”, completely changing subjects. He was ready for their date, and to put William out of his mind – forever. Besides, he already spilled enough of his guts to the girl he liked.

“Let’s go then,” she said. “Wait-“ She stopped him when he went for the door. “Not this way.”

She gestured for him to follow her and went to his room.

“We’re going out the window?” he asked, frowning in confusion. “The plot thickens.”

Together, they climbed out the window, under the cat’s baffled eyes. It was already dark outside, the city lights shining all around the building. You could feel the better days coming now that May was around the corner. Helen climbed the stairs up to her story, and completely opened her window that she had left cracked open for this specific purpose. Chris, playing along, didn’t say anything and merely followed her inside when she climbed in, ever so gracefully even in heels and a dress.

“Did you get me to dress up to come to your roo-?”

He was midway through his question when he saw what she had done to her room. The furniture had been moved around to make room for a table for two in the middle: it was already set, and there were candles lit all around the room.

“Come, sit down. I’ll get dinner,” Helen told him.

Chris was left alone in her room to take it all in. She had made a damn good job of creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere here. The dim lights and soft background music had nothing to envy to a fancy restaurant, and she had clearly put a lot of thought in it. He suddenly couldn’t remember why he had been so psychotic about finding the perfect date spot the first time they went out. He’d put so much pressure on himself, without realizing that he didn’t need to go to dramatic length to make their date perfect. They already had everything they needed, the only thing missing was… intention.

She came in with two plates of food, what looked like a juicy piece of filet mignon and vegetables with a glassy red wine gravy. It smelled delicious.

“That looks so good,” he said, sitting down while she set the plates down before them and closed the door. “You made this?”

“I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to brag about my cooking skills,” she confessed. “And I can’t possibly cook anything like this with Shansa around, or she’ll make me her maid before I know it.”

“Had I known, I would have at least brought a bottle of wine,” Chris laughed. “Now I feel bad for coming empty-handed.”

“Oh, good thing you mention it,” Helen chirped and stood up. There was a bottle of red wine already uncorked sitting on her desk, he hadn’t noticed before. “From my secret stash of French wine that I 100% smuggled in my luggage when I came here.”

“Let me pour,” Chris offered.

“You don’t want to try it first?” she asked, obviously teasing him.

Chris laughed.

“You seem to know what you’re about better than I do,” he admitted before taking the bottle from her hand and starting to pour. “The only thing I know about wine, is how to pour it and drink it.”

And he did, very neatly, not letting a single drop fall onto the white tablecloth. Helen nodded in approval and raised her glass to cheer.

“What are we drinking to?” he asked.

Helen seemed to ponder the question a moment before clearing her throat and speaking up.

“I drink to you. The happiest accidental meeting I could have hoped for,” she exclaimed, not taking her eyes off of him.

Chris swallowed visibly.

“And to you. The person I didn’t know I needed in my life,” he said back, much to her surprise. She didn’t expect him to say anything in return, but he did.

She was so taken aback that he was the one who clinked their glasses, because she was frozen. It brought her out of her bubble, and she shook her head to regain her senses. Her cheeks flushed bright red, and she was glad for all the candles and the dim light, because it hid her embarrassment.

The way he looked at her when he gave his toast had her feeling all kinds of messed up inside. Truth be told, she hadn’t expected him to rise up to the occasion the way he did tonight, and she wasn’t sure what to do with this Chris she kept on getting to know. He dressed up for her, humored her and was more open and honest than he had been when they first started to talk.

He had already been hard not to fall for back then, but now she feared she was falling head first into a hole she couldn’t crawl her way out of. That she might not want to crawl out of.

“You know that first time we met?” she asked. Chris, who had dug in his steak now, was a bit surprised that she was the one changing the subject but he wasn’t going to complain.

“As if it was yesterday,” he said, putting his knife down.

“Well, I hadn’t been going out much because you know how nervous I get when I speak to strangers and I just forget how to speak and such,” she explained and he nodded. “So, you were basically the first person I had a full conversation with since I’d moved in, apart from Shansa, of course. And I remember thinking ‘fy fean, that’s it, this is the hot neighbor every teen movie warned me about’.”

A genuine laugh fell from Chris’ lips now, and a gentle warmth filled Helen for having accomplished that.

“You made me so nervous, Shansa had to give me a pep talk so I wouldn’t shy out of our first hang out-”

“It was a date!” Chris said, obviously not letting her argue about this. “We sat down,” he reminded her.

“Yes, I literally told you no funny business and the first thing you do is trick me into going on a date with you. See why I think you’re my downfall?” Helen pointed out.

“Fair enough. But where are we going with this fond memory?”

“What I’m trying to say is that I had no idea who you were at the time, you were just the intimidatingly handsome boy who bumped into me. I thought that would be it, how many times in a girl’s life does she literally run into a hot guy? Not many, let me tell you that.”

Thet both laughed together now, and Helen’s heart felt light, so light it would have flown right out of her chest, had she opened her ribcage.

“I thought that was it, but then you knocked on my door to return my notebook. And you asked for my number, and you texted me, and I knew I shouldn’t get involved with someone like you but I was also in dire need of friends and of going out.”

“Someone like me?” Chris repeated her words.

“Yes, precisely. You give off this vibe, and I don’t know if you’re aware of it or if it’s on purpose, but you just look like life’s always smiling to you, and like you have it easy. I know it’s not true, now. But I didn’t bother scratching the surface to see what was below then, I just took you at face value. I figured there was no harm in hanging out with you because you’d get bored of me soon anyway. You seemed the type.”

“Right,” Chris said, clicking his tongue against his cheek. He wasn’t surprised but it hurt all the same to hear it, especially from Helen. She looked deeply ashamed for saying that though.

“But you didn’t. You hung onto me, and I slowly discovered things about you that I never suspected. And I feel so guilty about not giving you a proper chance from the beginning. I should have known better, and I’m sorry. When you started talking to me, really talking I mean, I realized just how much hurt this polished surface could hide.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Chris simply told her.

She could see on his face that she had said too much, gone too far. His closed off expression said it all.

“I’m not even sure where I was going anymore, but what I’m saying that I really like you, and not because of this-” she gestured to his body. “But because of all the rest.”

“You weren’t wrong to be careful with me, I didn’t exactly have innocent intentions in the beginning. Actually, I wasn’t sure what I wanted from you until Andreas pushed some of my buttons, it’s because of him that I texted you the first time. Or thanks to him, I guess.” He laughed bitterly before meeting her eyes. “Apparently I lost my game with girls, so I decided on a spur of the moment kind of decision, that I would seduce you.”

“Well, you are both completely wrong, and blind if I might add, because I can tell you that the number of girls sitting around your table at the library was not normal,” she kindly informed him. “And clearly, Andreas has no idea what he’s talking about, because you smooth talk like you make a living out of it.”

“Now you’re just flattering me!” Chris pointed an accusing finger to Helen and she dramatically clutched her heart.

“Guilty!”

“Anyway, it didn’t go as planned. You stayed distant but you were friendly and a lot of fun, so I kind of continued to run after you. At the time I still thought it was because I needed to prove Andre wrong, but then we began to hang out more frequently. The more we talked, the closer we got… I grew attached, rather easily too to be honest. You’re quite difficult not to love.”

He stopped suddenly, knowing he’d slipped up. Shit, shit shit, he had said the L wor-

“Be still my beating heart,” Helen said to herself, laughing and taking the tension out of the situation. Chris shot her a nasty look, secretly happy his slip up went unnoticed. “Don’t pay attention to me, I can laugh now but I was a wreck of nerves before coming to get you.”

“I suppose I wasn’t doing much better the day I asked you on a date in the library,” Chris chuckled. “I was so happy you said yes, and then I ruined everything. I could have handled the situation in so many different, better ways, but instead I lost my cool. I saw red when I heard this guy speak to you like that, and I didn’t think I just- well, we’ve been over this already.”

“We’re the biggest pair of idiots,” Helen said, offering him a smile to show that she really didn’t hold him responsible for what happened that night.

“Any chance we could upgrade to a couple of idiots?” Chris asked after a long moment of comfortable silence during which they ate quietly. His throat felt oddly dry all of a sudden, so he drank a little wine. The alcohol might help, too.

There wasn’t much Helen could have said in this moment, for all was said now. She smiled.

“Let’s see where the evening takes us.”

They set aside all this grave talk and moved on to lighter topics while eating their dinner. It had been a long time since they both had a quiet evening like this: they didn’t see the time pass, nor did they want the night to end.

When they were finished, and after Chris insisted on putting away the dishes since Helen had cooked everything, they ended up in the kitchen. Chris washed the dishes while Helen dried them off, and they kept on laughing and talking until the wee hours. They had blown off the candles in Helen’s room, in favor of sitting on the couch now, fueled by the wine they drank and the steaming cups of coffee now in their hands.

Helen had taken off her shoes and tucked her legs under herself on the couch. Chris’ shirt had one more button open and he had pushed up his sleeves.

“I don’t believe it,” she laughed, scrunching up her nose as she did. Her hair was starting to fall out of her updo because she kept throwing her head back when she laughed. It made him want to keep at it, just to see how many more times he needed to make her laugh for it to cascade down her back. “I mean, sure you seemed at ease at the club, but you can’t make me believe you’re a dancer.”

“I said I was a dancer,” Chris corrected her. “And truly, you wound me.”

“I need proof,” she challenged him. “A video? A picture at least. You’ve got to have a picture,” she insisted.

“Why would I need any of that when I can just show you?”

Chris stood up and offered her his open hand, waiting for her to take it.

“Are you joking?” she asked. “I can’t dance.”

“You don’t need to know how to dance if your partner knows how to lead well,” Chris pointed out, raising his brows in challenge now. “Are you chickening out?”

Helen huffed.

“Certainly not!” She gently placed her hand in his open palm, and he closed his fingers around hers. Something akin to electricity jolted through her and sobered her up almost instantly. “But there’s no music.”

A feeble attempt at getting out of a situation she had put herself in. What if he wasn’t kidding and really did know how to dance? She’d be well and truly fucked.

Chris took out his phone and quickly found a playlist that would do for tonight purposes. He set it on the coffee table.

“I’m not wearing shoes.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he assured her. “Come now, I’m not going to bite you.” Helen bit her lip but stepped closer to him, letting him guide her and place her hands where they needed to be. “Unless you want me to, of course.”

Helen blushed furiously. “You’re not making this easier,” she told him. “How am I supposed to concentrate if you flirt so shamelessly?”

He bellowed out a laughter she had rarely heard from him and it filled her with a sense of pride. I did that.

“Here I thought you were immune to my charm,” he teased her, not stopping his seduction number for a second. Suddenly, his hand was on her waist, and she forgot how to think coherently. “Ready?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready,” Helen let out in a breath, keeping her eyes set on him.

He moved before she realized it, and her body followed as if it was completely natural to do so. She gasped but tried not to think too hard about what her feet did, otherwise she’d mess it up. A little gasp escaped her when he twirled her and his arm wrapped around her middle section.

He carried it all, she didn’t have to do anything except trust him to lead. She didn’t know how to dance per se, she had never taken classes. Still, she knew how to move and follow a beat. But nothing like that, nothing so… smooth and seductive. The music flowed through them and her body moved along Chris’, feeling where he wanted her to go, what he wanted her to do, a second before he executed the movement.

“Wow,” she breathed out, causing him to chuckle lowly. He didn’t laugh now, they were too entranced by each other. “You are a dancer.”

“Would it be very rude to say that I told you so?” he asked.

“Only a little, given that I called you a liar,” she replied.

Just then, he slowed the pace, down to a gentle sway that allowed her to rest her cheek against his shoulder. She couldn’t see his face like this, and she was glad, because it meant he couldn’t see hers either. Helen’s eyes twinkled with held back tears – it was silly, she wasn’t even sad.

“Where did you learn to dance like this?” she asked, to break this unbearable tension. Her grip on his hand tightened a little.

“I was in a dance crew for a while,” he admitted. “We weren’t half bad, won a few competitions and all. But that was a while ago, if I tried to pull the moves I did back then, I’d pull a muscle.”

Helen turned her head now to look at him and she giggled.

“Why’d you stop? You still seem to like it now, and you’re good. Very good,” she mused.

“No reason. We fell out, some moved away to study, clashing schedules, life in general,” he listed off all the reasons why he had stopped in the first place. “Sometimes it just feels like there’s no time.”

“There’s always room in our lives for what makes us happy,” Helen reminded him. “It’s the little things that make for a full life.”

She was right. Helen was often right, even when she said things Chris didn’t want to hear, or – more often – wasn’t ready to hear.

“What little things make you happy?” he asked, out of curiosity and maybe also for future reference.

She tilted her head to the right and thought about it. They hadn’t stopped swaying slowly to the music, and if Chris could help it, he wouldn’t stop until his batterie died.

“Watching the sun rise while I eat breakfast,” she finally said. “Reading a book on a rainy day. Having a warm drink when it’s cold outside. Eating an apple right off a tree from my grand parents’ orchard.”

“You never talk about your family,” Chris remarked.

“Neither do you,” she pointed out, and Chris conceded it to her. “Gotta keep some things to talk about for our next date, though.”

“Fair enough.” He wouldn’t contradict her, especially if she meant to go on another date with him. “What else makes you happy? Just taking mental notes,” he prompted her to continue.

Their slow dancing had finally come to a stop now, but Helen didn’t bring herself to let go of Chris, so he kept her in his arms as well. She licked her lips, and he was transfixed.

“Danser tout contre toi. Respirer ton odeur. T’embrasser.”

Chris didn’t know French outside of a few sentences he had picked up here and there from movies and TV shows. But Chris spoke a language that had no name, and Helen had just spoken it. He recognized the raspiness in her voice, the need in her tone, and the longing in her eyes. He recognized all the symptoms of this sickness, because he had it too. He’d never thought it’d happen to him, and certainly not so sneakily.

She leaned towards him very slowly, giving him time to step back or push her away – as if he’d ever do that. As if his entire being hadn’t belonged to her from the moment he laid eyes on her. The world could burst in flames, and Chris still wouldn’t miss this chance.

He closed the distance between their lips and kissed her like he had never kissed anyone before. This kiss was a statement.

This kiss was a claiming.

This kiss was a conversation.

Helen cradled his face with her left hand and didn’t let go of his shoulder with her right, hanging onto him like a lifeline while he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him, pressing her against his chest. When they parted, just long enough to take a deep breath, Helen inhaled his scent and smiled to herself. Sin, indeed.

This was a dance she knew. And so, they kissed again, and again, for a long time. Long enough to make up for all the lost time and opportunities. Long enough to reach the end of Chris’ playlist. Long enough that they might have gotten sick of kissing if they hadn’t been waiting for this for so long.

They kissed until their lips were swollen. They finally broke apart and met each other’s stare. First sheepishly, then they smiled.

Yes, she was definitely right. It was time to make room for happy things in his life.

Helen stirred awake slowly, a dreamy smile on her lips. She didn’t want to open her eyes right away, she knew it would end the moment, and she wasn’t ready yet. She just wanted to feel Chris’ steady breathing against her neck and his arms wrapped around her waist a while longer.

She had been confused at first, when she emerged, to find herself in her living-room instead of her bed. But it all came rushing back to her in an instant, and she’s been lingering in this feeling since.

Except now, there was a noise. A familiar noise. When she finally opened one eye, she Saw Shansa standing a few steps away, her cereal bowl in one hand, eating heartily while in her joggers - and looking very smug too.

“Look who’s awake!” she greeted her, and Helen groaned, rubbing her eyes with one hand. When she blinked away the sleep, she spotted Chris’ cat, sitting on the coffee table and staring at her. What was he doing here?

“William?” Helen croaked out, yawning. She could feel Chris’ stirring behind her, and already she dreaded getting up and out of his arms. For someone who had slept on a couch, she’d had a remarkably good night’s sleep.

“Ugh!” Shansa shook her head. “Not that awake, then. How much have you had to drink last night to forget my name?” she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

Whatever Helen said, she knew there was no living this down: her ever-mingling roommate had found her sleeping in her crush’s arms, on their couch, all dressed to the nines. Shansa would have a field day once Chris was out of earshot.

Chris stretched, eyes still closed, and asked in a mumble, “What time is it?” his breathing hot in Helen’s neck. Goosebumps rose on her skin.

“It’s almost noon, hot stuff,” Shansa happily answered, clearly finding way too much appeal in this situation.

His eyes shot open, and he sat up, taking in his surroundings. He frowned when he saw his cat.

“William?” he asked.

Shansa exclaimed, “Who the hell is William?”

“The cat!” “My cat!” Helen and Chris both answered at the same time.

There was a pause.

“Oooh,” Shansa finally said. “I was wondering about him, but thought I’d let you lovebirds get your bearings first. That explains it. I have no idea how this little dude got in.”

Helen sent a pleading look to her roommate, silently begging her for a little privacy. Surely she wouldn’t deny her, she had been rooting for her since the beginning when she found out Helen liked Chris.

“Well… I’ve got things to do,” she declared vaguely. “Please put the furniture back in place, I don’t know what happened here last night, but it’s not feng shui.”

She strutted away with her bowl of cereal, and when the door to her room finally closed, Helen let out a long sigh of relief and laid back down on the couch, one arm over her eyes.

“That went well,” Chris said, breaking the silence. He gently lifted her arm from her face to meet her eyes. “Good mourning,” he added, a little smile tugging the corner of his lips upward.

She wouldn’t resist that smile even if she tried, so she didn’t.

“‘morning,” she answered back. “Slept well?”

“Like a baby,” Chris laughed. “I didn’t even realize we’d fallen asleep. Couldn’t say when either.”

“We must have drifted off while talking,” she mused, her fingers playing with the top button of his shirt, which was open. Her eyes lingered there, at the bit of skin peeling out of his clothes, at his muscled chest. She swallowed thickly.“I had a really good time.”

Helen dropped her hand and cleared her throat, as if to shake herself out of her head. Her thoughts were getting away from her.

Chris’ grin only widened.

“Is this the part where we get awkward about having kissed last night?” he asked plainly, almost certainly to make her blush and stutter something incoherently - she still didn’t do well in Norwegian when she was nervous. Sure enough, red crept on her cheeks. “Because I don’t regret a thing. In fact,” he continues, “I’d very much like to do it again.”

“Oh yeah?” Was all the answer she managed, her throat closing up under Chris’ intense stare.

“Yeah.” He nodded, and she couldn’t miss the way his eyes flitted to her lips when she spoke. “Soon, in fact.”

“How soon?” She pressed him, her entire body humming in anticipation. When her hips rolled slightly against him, he grande a little.

Chris pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and breathing her in.

“I’d say right now, but what are the chances your roommate won’t barge in on us the second I put my hands on you?”

“Too low,” Helen said, shaking her head. Even as she said that, even knowing it was unreasonable to try and steal a few more moments with him here and now, Helen couldn’t stop her hands from gripping his collar, keeping him close to her. She could get drunk all over again on his smell alone.

He pushed away just then, when Helen was about to lose her wits and throw herself at him, consequences be damned. She had never seen him looking so smug and proud of himself. She felt like a puddle of need under him, but the sudden distance cleared her head a little.

“C’mon, let’s get up,” he urged her, sitting up straight.

The corners of her lips tilted upwards then. His hair was a complete mess, his eyes still sleepy, his lips pouty.

Fuck.

She tugged at his shirt to bring him closer and kissed him. Softly, gently - a good morning kiss. There. Just one little kiss. They got lost in it for only a second, until William started meowing loudly. They’d forgotten him.

“That means his bowl is empty,” Chris sighed.

“Oh, you speak William, now, do you?” Helen laughed

“Fluently,” Chris replied, as if it was obvious.

Without protest, Helen got up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress but who was she kidding, she knew she must look a mess too - makeup smudged, hair tangled. They went on to put the coffee table and couch back to their initial position, before their impromptu dance lessons.

Chris cleared the table of the glasses and empty bottle of wine before Helen could protest that it was her place and her mess to clean up. He kissed her again to shut her up, and she simply closed her mouth and smiled, touching her lips with the tip of her fingers.

“I know it’s late but what do you say we eat breakfast at my place after we shower?” he proposed. “I need to feed this idiot before he breaks into your pantry anyway,” he added with a little head tilt towards William, who was grooming himself without paying them any mind.

“Breakfast?” Helen asked, eyes flitting towards the clock above the front door.

“Yeah, breakfast.” He shrugged. “Or lunch. Brunch, if you will,” he laughed. “Just come by when you’re ready? Say yes?” he nearly begged her, wrapping one arm around her middle to pull her closer.

Never in a million years would she have said no, and that he even thought it was a possibility was ridiculous. Couldn’t he see it plainly on her face? She thought she was an open book to him by now. He could have asked her anything and she would have said yes.

“I’ll come.” She tried not to sound too eager, but already her entire body started humming pleasantly at the perspective of the day to come.

She watched him leave through her window again, hair tousled, shirt wrinkled, eyes crinkled (and cat under his arm) with the promise of meeting him downstairs in a few.

Chris climbed back into his place and closed the window without locking it, so she could follow him later. He grabbed William behind his front paws and lifted him up so they were face to face, at eye level.

“How did you even get in her apartment?” he wondered out loud.

William blinked in answer, purring slightly.

“Never mind, let’s get you breakfast, too.”

He quickly filled the cat’s bowl and changed his water. Then he hurried to the bathroom - he wanted to be done and behind the counter when she arrived, coffee brewing already.

Even in his wildest Dreams, he couldn’t have imagined how last night went - he had no hope of fixing things between them a mere hours ago. How did they even get there? They spoke the night away, and he danced for her - fy fean, he danced after years of not doing it, and it felt good. It felt especially good to hold her in his arms, to feel her sway against him, his hand in the small of her back, her hands on his shoulder.

Andre would never believe him when he told him. He would drag him all the way to the library to make him prove himself, even if it meant kissing the cute librarian in front of everyone in her work place. He shook his head, unable to stop smiling.

The way she had kissed him… He didn’t think anyone had ever kissed him like this, like she put a claim on him.

And, god, the way she had moved against him when they woke up. If her roommate hadn’t been right there, he might not have been able to pull back then. It was the reasonable thing to do, but what man wanted to be reasonable when a beautiful woman was rolling her hips against his after a long night of making out and falling asleep together on the couch?

No, he had to stop thinking about it, he was starting to get aroused and he didn’t have time for this - this was supposed to be a quick shower.

A noise came from behind the door.

“William, will you please stop scratching at the door?” Chris shouted from under the hot stream of water. “Dumb cat,” he grumbled.

But it was not William who pushed the door open, letting out a bit of steam from the shower. Helen stood there, and quickly entered and closed the door behind her, dropping a pile of clothes on the floor.

Chris was so shocked he didn’t even think about the fact that he stood here, naked, behind a transparent, barely fogged-up glass. Neither said anything at first, and Helen silently undressed, unzipping last night’s dress and letting it fall in a puddle on the floor. She removed her stockings slowly, and Chris felt a certain part of himself twitch. The unmistakable twinkle in her eye turned him on more than the show she put on - and that was saying something.

Her underwear joined the rest of her clothes and she opened the shower door, stepping in to join him.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked, throat dry. He didn’t trust himself to do anything but look at her, didn’t trust himself not to press her against the wall of the shower and take her- He shook his head.

“Well…” she started, closing the space between them and resting a hand on his chest. “You said to come when I was ready, and I thought you offered to have brunch after showering so… here I am.” The sly smile on her lips said it all - she hadn’t understood wrong, she had freely interpreted his invitation. Chris could feel himself getting even harder.

“I’m all ready for you,” she whispered in his ear before biting it.

It was not a quick shower after all.

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Part 7 of 27

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Writing begun 06/01/18

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Both Tia and Midnight froze when they saw the simple pebble. Midnight called out in an astonishingly loud voice, “Guards! Assemble before your Princesses! Witness the trial under the Royal Wing of Guard Sargent Hemlock!”

Wind recognized the guard as he was getting to his feet. He was one of the two that their leader had stopped from entering the camp earlier.

Tia ordered, “Remove all weapons from Hemlock, no longer a Royal Guard. Strap his wings.”

Two of the Guard stepped forward, secured his wings and removed all weapons from him, even searching his pouches and saddlebags.

He unwisely snapped, “You can't do this! I was minding my own business, just starting a little sling practice and you nab me for trying to improve my preparedness!”

In an utterly calm voice, that betrayed a volcano about to erupt, Midnight called, “Guard Major Hawkwing, do you know Hemlock's testing scores from the Manual of Rom Custom and Belief?”

The leader of the guards rummaged in a saddlebag and produced a ledger. Examining it, he replied, “Hawthorn scored 98 percent on the Rom testing. I assume that this relates to Rom beliefs in an afterlife and burial customs?”

Voice tightly controlled, Midnight stated, “It does.”

“According to the ledger, he missed none of those questions.”

“This question is for the whole formation. Were you briefed on why we came to this particular Wayside?”

In a ragged chorus, the Guards replied, “You are returning to the Lake of Shansa Na Kili, a long time friend, to Lay the Stones for her.”

Tia could see that Midnight was holding back with great difficulty and interposed for her, “What is the penalty for the desecration of any Wayside burial?”

“Twenty years at hard labor on the Royal Roads of Equestria or other labor as assigned by Your Highnesses.”

Hemlock could see where this was going. He demanded, “All this for ONE lousy pebble? I can just go over to the road there and get you another rock! What is so important about this one?”

Holding her composure by less than a hair, ears laid back and lips snarling back from fangs, Midnight, Princess Luna, growled, “When we closed Shansa's Gateway to the Lake of Paradise, I LAID THAT PARTICULAR STONE MYSELF! Your lack of respect for any custom but your own, we accept. Your VANDALISM and DESECRATION of graves whose custom you know, whether you share the belief or not, we will not tolerate!

“Hemlock is VACANT! The Barony shall be filled according to the Law of Succession. The goods, accounts and all other personal things belonging to Wiltin, late Baron of Hemlock, shall be distributed to his heirs according to the Law of Equestia.

“Guard Major Hawkwing, detail two of the Guard to escort the prisoner in chains to the Royal Road Police station at Haymarket Road Section gate to begin serving his twenty years of hard labor.”

As Wiltin was led away to the jingle of chains, Midnight turned to Wind and asked plaintively, “I am so sorry that you had to see that, Wind. What must you think of us?”

Wind did not even pause, but answered back in Gyptian, “I see that you love Shansa very much. I also saw that, what was his name? Wiltin, knew that he was breaking long standing laws when he did that. He was counting on that bit about it being one lousy pebble to make it a minor infraction. I suspect that it would not have mattered which stone he took. I don't blame you. You simply defended a friend who could not defend herself.”

Midnight gathered her into a hug with her magic and wrapped a big dark blue wing around her as well. Wind felt amazingly safe and comfortable in that hug. Slowly, she became aware of the nature of the wing holding her, lifted free of those Rom sashes and harness.

Looking in wonder at Midnight, Wind stammered, “You, you are an alicorn! From what I have heard, that makes you a Princess on this world.”

Midnight chuckled. “Here we were throwing our weight around as Princesses when Wiltin messed up but it took my wing to tip you off that I can be royalty?”

Wind pursed her lips and carefully pulled the large wing close before replying, “Actually, I had already put it together that you are royalty but my startlement had a different cause. I had a dream last night about the house that I was born in and the graves of my parents. The color of your wing tied into the dream. It was part of my very first adventure. And a very good memory.”

Midnight smiled gently. “I am gladdened that you have such a good memory of your first adventure and that it is somehow connected to me.”

Tia put in, “We have heard that you are learning to bake after our fashion. Would you be so good as to roll out the dough so that we can fill the shells?”

For an answer, Wind simply picked up a roller and started rolling out, dusting with flour, folding and rolling again and again the pastry shells to make many fine layers that would rise up and make a puffy pastry around the fillings.

As fast as a shell was ready, it got filled and put to bake by Hanar who was happily chattering away about all the things that the band had been doing for some time past. Wind listened carefully, though she understood that Hanar was not talking to her. She was pausing in her chatter to listen to answers or comments that no other horse or pony heard.

Wind took a moment to whisper to Midnight, who was closest, “Didn't you want to visit with Shansa too?”

Tia overheard and, while kneeding up some more Ka'chek dough, replied, “Hanar is her daughter. Our questions can wait.”

Wind's adventure trained hearing caught the Guard Major Hawkwing saying, “Halt! Sargent Greenforest, you must not enter the Rom camp without invitation.”

There followed something too quiet to make out, followed by, “You just saw what happened to Hemlock! He knew that he was violating the Manual of Rom Custom by that idiot stunt. Going to set them straight about dead is dead could land you in the same boat! What do you mean which boat? The one going over a waterfall with rocks at the bottom! At least as far as your career is concerned.”

There was a pause before he went on, “Let me tell you something, Greenforest. I have been on this duty for more than seven years. Everything will be normal, as much as anything is normal around the Rom. Then, you will see something utterly uncanny. If you are smart, you will figure out that the Rom are way more than Fair going attractions and wanderers.”

Wind quietly filed away the notion that the Rom customs regarding the dead were not universal here. Her revere was cut short by Midnight giving her a new lump of dough.

“Here, Wind, this dough is for your pasties. We added some blood and a shortening from meat to make it tastier for you.”

Wind set to rolling it out with a will! She was surprised when Hanar set about filling her pastries and putting them to bake without any trace of the squeamishness that most of the band exhibited around any sort of meat.

Hanar noticed Wind watching her. She smiled and offered, “See, Mother? Even our new member has noticed. I felt so helpless when you went to the Lake. Not even Marchhare, Hoof Dancer and Black Lotus could keep you here with us. They did try, though. Now I am studying with them to be a healer like they are. It won't stop me from weaving, any more than it stops Hoof Dancer from being the finest dancer among the Rom.”

Hanar continued her happy chatter while she was watching the baking pastries.

Wind, finished with the dough rolling, looked over the work to be done and began washing up. She was surprised to find both Midnight and Tia working along side her.

The quiet slopping of the soapy water and then the rinse made a soothing rhythm.

Midnight said softly, “I do hope that you will forgive my intrusion, but I have been using a Bridge of Dream on you. I wanted to see why your Mama Dragon had you staying here with us for a month, when your wounds will be healed in only another day.”

Not at all alarmed, Wind leaned over and nuzzled her dark blue fur before asking, “Did you find out what you needed?”

“I do believe so, Wind. I think that what you are to get from the Rom is the same precious thing that my Sister and I get. A stable and accepting family.”

Wind slowly nodded. Thinking over all that had happened since she arrived, she had to say, “I hope that you are right. I had not even realized it, but that is what I am feeling. Actually cared about by more than my Mama Dragon. Maybe that is why I dreamed of my kittenhood home.”

“That could be the reason, Wind. Now, these last few pots won't rinse themselves.” They got quietly busy. Soon the last one was set to dry.

Tia raised her voice in a happy trill! “The feast is ready! Let us Lay the Stones and show Shansa those new things and accomplishments that we have done since we last visited her Lake!”

All of the Rom came forward to surround a place just outside of the Wayside. They all waited for Hanar to step forward first. As she did, Wind felt the tug of her magic pulling her gently forward too.

Hanar knelt both of her forelegs and her magic placed a beautiful nearly clear agate with fine mosslike dendrites in it at the center of the grave or Lake, as the Rom called it.

Wind was shaken and shocked by emotions as she saw Shansa's Lake covered with many pretty stones of little value but shining in the sun.

Eyes blinking back tears, she whispered, “Shiva. Donovan. They remember you and care for you, too.” Swallowing hard, she laid her small reddish carnelian alongside Hanar's agate. Hanar's magic softly helped her to make way for old Marchhare.

Wind sat, shivering with tears as the others all Laid their Stones. Tia and Midnight waited to the last. Midnight Laid her Stone and said, “Flowers fade. These Stones will stay bright for so long as there are Rom to remember Shansa Na Kili.”

Wind looked up, eyes swollen by tears, and reached into her bag of holding. She laid out two large, iridescent feathers. One white, almost opaline in appearance, the other of the deepest blue, like a midnight sky.

She shook her head, trying to get her thoughts into order. “I found these in my kittenhood home.” She sniffled, “And somehorse has been Laying the Stones for my parents, Shiva and Donovan. They were killed protecting me. The beast that did it was slow to pursue me, giving me the start that I needed to get away. I fell off a cliff. That is what happened to my arm.”

The others nodded in quiet acceptance. The condemnation that Wind feared for interrupting the ceremony was not to be found in any eye.

Instead, she saw the deepest sympathy. “I hope that I did not spoil your Laying of the Stones,” she ventured.

Hanar nuzzled her and snorted, “A tale like that, backed up by real evidence? What Mom wants to know is how you survived the fall. You didn't finish the story.”

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does he have or wear a necklace like that in his fantasy verse? or any of his other verses too?

Hi hello yes very good question!! Thank you for asking it! & I hope you wanted an essay because I have an essay for you. And it starts with me backtracking! If you only wanted a literal answer to this, skip down a few paragraphs to the part where I repeat the question.

So, [the necklace] is obviously very important to Henry, but it's also (to me, anyway) very important as an indication of Henry. I've always maintained that he is lucky. You could absolutely argue this as a narrative necessity or narrative symbol, and I think those are also true, but I also think he is, diegetically, within the realm of his story, a lucky person.

This is actually vindicated in Jeff N.athanson's draft of the script, where a proto-Henry (then a navy sailor called Henry Maddox) directly claims that he is lucky several times.

As well, the proto-Salazar (then Captain Brand) and Captain Barbossa both refer to this Henry as "lucky" in the context of being chosen not to die at the ghosts' hands and surviving the wreck of the Monarch.

And while that's all the literal uses of the word, there are several instances where the unlikely takes place and Henry just waltzes right though the whole thing. Not completely unscathed, mind you, just with an uncanny ability to get himself out of things. So we can assume the script really really wants you know that this kid is, for some reason, genuinely the luckiest guy in the Caribbean. He even survives the final fight by pure chance and good timing, despite being stabbed by a witch. (It's. Layered, how we got to 'Henry got stabbed by a witch'. In this version the Shansa character (then called Melia) gets more to do and Scarfield is the one possessed by Brand-flavored Salazar, also Carina is twenty-nine, and at one point several sailors gets eaten by large carnivorous plants. It's all very involved. Don't worry about it.)

Now: obviously this is not H.enry Tur.ner. But also, in a very real way, he very much is, in the sense that Hen.ry Turn.er as we got him was more or less directly transposed on top of this character, down to meeting a Barbossa in the infirmary on Saint Martin. Nathanson's first(?) draft of this script very much gives the early layout and elements of the movie we actually see - more or less the only carryover from the R.ossio "Dea.d Men Tell No T.ales" script is the name and the mention of Poseidon's Trident. And, I guess, a witch. So what is my point? Aha! My point is: while canon!Henry as we get him never directly claims to be, or is directly described as, lucky, the fact remains that a majority of his character is founded in a character-concept that was very deliberately & intentionally created to be lucky. And so while no one ever points directly at it, we still get things like:

he is the only survivor of the Monarch

he survives paddling "all the way to Saint Martin against the tide on a piece of drift wood" (insane)

he stumbles on Jack, the very man he is looking for, entirely by chance - further, after being pointed to Saint Martin by a captured pirate who just happens to know this

he ambushes the hanging square entirely unarmed*, and walks away without a scratch** despite most of his opponents being trained soldiers/naval officers

just in general escapes harm time and time again with a little bit of stalling and a lot of spectacular timing.

*There is a goof in various shots where he does, actually, have a sword in his belt, however he never draws it and in a majority of the shots, it isn't there. As well, both the novelization of the film and the companion novel which explores more of Carina's story (which are presumably based on the final script, though I have no concrete copy of the final script to confirm this) specifically note that he is unarmed.

from the novelization by Elizabeth Rudnick

from The Brightest Star in the North by Meredith Rusu (this one is the better book of the two, btw)

**A couple of punches from some navy men, and Carina more or less knees him in the chest when he catches her, but neither of these things are brought up again. Personally I think he probably cracked a rib or something, but that's a different conversation about the (lack of) realism and consequences when brawling in action-adventure movies. ((Stop smashing people over the head with things for a 'mild' take down. That kills and severely injures people for life.))

Ok so he's lucky- what does that have to do with the necklace? Aha!! So the entire thing with [the necklace] is that it is composed of good luck charms; objects literally, figuratively, and in general have the shape of good will and hope that good things find him, right? Right, but also wrong. Because the entire thing with the necklace is actually the symbolism.

For his young developmental years, Henry had (we infer just... by the general shape and implied access to learning materials (he can read, write, has many stories and facts about pirate captains memorized)) a stable and reliable home. He also had, implied by the final (it's mid or post credits, I believe?) scene of At Worl.d's End, meeting his father to look forward to, in some capacity. Whether he knew all his life or was told shortly before is entirely up in the air, but what we do know is Elizabeth and then-unamed Henry go to the shore to meet Will there. DMTNT tells us that within a couple of years* of this meeting, Henry was frustrated and dissatisfied enough with their situation after this meeting that it has driven him to research and obsession. Obsession, because it has consumed him to the point of him beliving tying a net of rocks to his ankle in order to sink himself onto the Flying Dutchm.an is a perfectly reasonable course of action.

*The age Henry is when he pulls his net-full-of-rocks trick varies(?) by source. In the novelization, he is labeled as twelve years old, and the main story takes place seven years later, making him nineteen. In the movie, the setting notation reads "nine years later" as we transition to the main story, and -presuming Henry is still nineteen- this means he was ten (and that the opening scene may be another facet of DMTNT being a soft reboot, thereby replacing the post-credit scene of the third movie.) Or, that he was twelve at the time, and twenty-one in the main body of the story. It's all very potayto-potahto. Either way he's still a kid so sure of his beliefs and of his faith in his family he staked his literal life on it. Absolutely out of his mind in the best possible way.

After this, Henry has a new goal, a new core drive, and, while maybe not literally speaking, in a certain way he has a new identity. He sinks himself onto his father's ship and gets nothing but a "leave me" and a necklace for his efforts. He then, no matter how you approach this story, spends a majority of his formative preteen and teen years obsessed with the concept of freeing his father, specifically via the trident of Poseidon. This is all he has been doing. Whatever life he has been living, everything in terms of his future ambitions, everything he has been striving toward is wrapped up in this effort. The original necklace -if it ever was just a necklace to Will, we really don't know what it meant to him- ceases to be a necklace and becomes Henry's ambition, and, in a very real way, Henry's identity. (The same way the journal(/ruby) is Carina's.)

So for the next years, Henry is this one necklace, figuratively speaking. It's what's been pushing him to do a vast majority of what he does. So then, at the end of the story, when he hands this necklace back to his father.... what does that leave him? He has handed himself over to this quest in so many ways, and hands the symbol of what it has made of him away in his final scene. Obviously this is a good thing. It also begs the question: without this identity driving him, who is Henry? (Who is Carina?)

So. Enter the new necklace. [The necklace] in question is a gift. It is, as mentioned, made of luck charms and gifts of memory and kindness and good will and affection. It is an anchor, a line thrown to him after he finds himself suddenly unbound, suddenly adrift. And it is, again, Henry himself. Henry is the lucky thing, the myth-touched, the love, the loved. Which, finally, yes, brings me to the actual question:

Does he have the necklace in every verse? And I do realize it was probably being asked in a strictly practical and physical way. I know that very simply "does he always rattle like a weird wind chime?" is what was being asked of me and I could have answered it that way, but that leaves out the context in so many ways that I wanted to talk about it before I talked about it. Because the necklace is more than a necklace. Now that I have made that abundantly clear we can talk about:

In a literal sense, no. He does not always have that specific necklace. He does, very often, have luck charms and/or guiding symbols.

Its one of his little quirks of character that carries around with him verse to verse, he's interested in folk legend and symbols and charms. He collects them. This is often multi-fold; in his blog-canon verses, he just collects objects said to be attached to or bound with magic and curses in general, not just lucky items. In his modern verse(s), he is or was studying folklore as part of his university major, and so things like that tend to collect when you're essaying and thesis-ing on highly specific subjects. (I'm not legitimately essaying on folklore I'm just writing about someone who is and I have bought no less than four but really kind of a bigger number I don't want to say different folklore books in the last couple years. The nerd urge to collect is real. (And despite what various fandom takes and the tvtropes page would have you believe, Henry is very much not a simple idiot, and very clearly a research fiend. Just. A research fiend who can also send navy officers down like they're made of paper.))

You singled out his fantasy verse- I would say this is the one most likely for him to have something very nearly if not exactly the same, yes! The exact charms might be a little different, especially considering the fantasy verse is sort of a jumping-off point for several more specific concepts of him, depending on the world I want the fantasy verse to match, but he probably has a necklace-o-junk in most versions of that verse.

Modern, I don't think he has one necklace, but I'm sure he has a few charms and baubles on necklaces, yeah. He has less need of a physical token in that verse in general, though. Well... actually maybe not less need of it, but the tokenization aspect of it is not the same, because his relationship with his father is very different in that verse. I don't know that he ever was given an object to latch onto in the same fashion, so the symbol language around the whole thing changes. This is also a verse where the things Henry does to get his father back take a very real toll from his actual physical body. He doesn't just hand a necklace back and lose his purpose by winning, he is badly injured and scarred and changed; very literally gives himself over to this goal. His future is also much more uncertain in that verse, right now. He's in a wandering stage, he's lacking a little bit of direction. Still very him, but... hasn't quite found a thing to aim at. The writing thing works for him, for now.

Descendants verse... I go back and forth. I've shuffled a lot of things around in that verse since I started it. And some of it stays really close to canon, while a whole bunch of it is also very very different, and it just. I'm never sure. I'm never sure about a lot of things, in this verse, to be honest. Part of that also comes with I've lost a few of the writers I had plotted things with and now I waffle on whether to keep all of them or sort some of them back out for the sake of more firmly defining the events of this verse. I can tell you it's entirely possible he has an identical version of the necklace, here. All the elements it would take for it are technically present. However, he also has different dynamics, and additional dynamics that don't exist in his home verses. I think... he's got something, here. And it might be more like modern, where he's got a few things and not just one necklace he wears all the time, or it might be something more singular I haven't identified yet. But I think he's got a little more need to have that... multi-direction anchor. A piece of here, a piece of there, this and that he would want to carry and keep close.

In his D:BH verse, the most analogous thing to the necklace is actually a tattoo. This verse technically riffs off of the modern verse, and so the literal physical tolls apply here, but what also happened was, when getting him into this world, I needed a thing to point him at. And what happened to point him that way wound up taking a shape that sort of mirrors his general arc but with specific fandom elements and so he's... really Henry if he lost his way and purpose twice. And so he's actually really very...aimless in this verse, in a different way than just not knowing where he's going next. He's tied himself to this one place, instead, so there's not literal going, but he has no clue where he's going with himself, here. He's got some things he needs to unpack but I'm not sure I even know what those things are or how to unpack them. There's a very real grief attached to him in the D:BH verse and the tattoo, the necklace of this verse, is driving him. And also possibly dragging him down, actually. I'm not sure.... the tattoo is a good thing for him to be aiming at. It does good - he does good, there. But I don't know if it's a good thing for him. Maybe he needs to get fired, hmm.

In the sense that he is the necklace because the necklace is him, is who he is? Well. He's very lucky to have who he has, is what I will say.

#long post //#some of you are newer here and if u didn't know this was the house of essays i apologize #it's been awhile since I've done this but I do in fact. do this.#there's a light that never goes out ( hc. )

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DMTNT VERSE ALTERATIONS.

CONTINUITY WITH OST AND THE TRILOGY Jack and Henry KNOW each other. Jack was a sporadic presence in the young boy’s early life and became a surrogate father to him in Will’s absence ( but never did he seek to replace Will. Jack was always the one telling Henry stories about his father ). Therefore, when Henry receives the message from Salazar to find Jack, and he encounters Jack in that jail cell, the two of them already have a strong relationship and rapport. This also means that Jack is in favour of using the trident not only to defeat Salazar, but to free Will from the Dutchman’s curse.

POST-AWE: Jack briefly meets Margaret Smyth during this post-AWE period, because Carina is the same age as Henry in the novelisation ( they’re both nineteen ). this is also around about the time that she’s conceived and later left in an orphanage by Hector. this is also why I lean towards the headcanon that Jack and Barbossa spent more time together leading this joint crew than is implied right at the end of AWE, and therefore Jack does not immediately lose the Pearl following the third movie.

PRE-OST: during the time between AWE and OST, Jack would have been pirating, regularly ( ish ) visiting Elizabeth and Henry on Shipwreck Cove but, most importantly, looking for the Fountain of Youth. he does eventually find it – or at least locates the caves past Whitecap Bay, hence why he is in a position to lead an expedition there during the fourth movie – but he does not know of the ritual at this point, nor does he actually see the fountain himself.

The events of OST take place SEVEN years after AWE.

The events of DMTNT take place TWELVE years after OST, meaning that is the length of time in which the Black Pearl has been locked away in bottle-form.

To explain away Jack being in his late fifties at this point yet looking and acting like a man no older than his late forties, even though he doesn’t drink from the Fountain himself in OST, some of the youthful properties of the water rub off on him and slow his ageing process after this point. Jack wonders at whether he has somehow unlocked the secret of effective immortality.

CHARACTERISATION:

FIRST THINGS FIRST, JACK IS NOT THE USELESS DRUNK JESTER THAT HE IS FOR THE VAST MAJORITY OF THIS MOVIE. HE DOES NOT MAKE LEWD COMMENTS ABOUT ELIZABETH OR ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT THE TURNERS, NOR DOES HE LACK THE INTELLIGENCE AND WIT HE POSSESSES IN THE OTHER FOUR MOVIES.

He is depressed at the very beginning of the film, which results from a curse placed on him by Shansa at Barbossa's request to 'curse his enemies.' This curse is placed on him around a year or two before the events of DMTNT, and immediately hampers his cultivated legend by causing repeated bad luck and disaster at every turn.

Every attempt he makes at getting the Black Pearl out of the bottle or tracking Barbossa down with the intention of using his sword to do so ( in the twelve years since OST I refuse to believe that thought does not cross Jack's mind ) ends in failure. He attempts to barter and scheme for another ship and instead ends up with the Dying Gull, which is so unseaworthy that it strands Jack and his crew on the island of Saint Martin.

Jack has spent roughly six months on Saint Martin prior to the events of DMTNT, and his grand plan to secure passage off of it is to steal from the bank ( with the aid of the mayor's wife, Francis, with whom he is having an affair and intends to accompany him ) and use the funds to refit the Dying Gull and make her seaworthy again.

I am also stating right here that Jack does not demand tribute of his crew following this failed bank robbery and, when it comes to his execution scene, Gibbs does not have to be paid to come and rescue him. That's nonsense I want nothing to do with, thank you.

When that ends in failure, Jack, in a moment of desperation and amplified by the effects of Shansa's curse, gives away his compass for another drink. For a fleeting moment, he gives it away with no intention of getting it back, and that is all the compass needs to lash out and free Salazar.

The compass' reaction is the first moment of realisation for Jack of how far he has sunk in the last couple of years. When Henry reaches him with Salazar's warning, he actually sits up and takes notice and, for the rest of the film, is the same Jack we know and love and actually cares about seeing Henry reunited with his father.

With the trident of Poseidon destroyed, Shansa's curse is lifted and Jack is once again free to do as he pleases.

Jack goes with Henry and Carina on land where they are united with Will at the end of the movie.

THE COMPASS

To explain away that Jack has given away his compass MULTIPLE times throughout the trilogy without any serious repercussions such as... whatever the Devil's Triangle is, I'll firstly note that each time he has bartered it away to somebody, the intention on his part has never been permanent. He has always intended to get it back somehow or use the bartering away to further his own ends, and through whatever laws of magic or physics has always obtained it again.

The difference in DMTNT is that Jack gives it away with no such intention, and that is what constitutes as betraying it. Jack and the compass are inextricably linked and have been ever since he was given it by Tia Dalma as a child: the compass is a powerful enough magical artefact in my opinion to have a consciousness or soul of some kind, in the same way that the Black Pearl is implied to have. In betraying it, the compass is spurred to react.

I don't like the idea that the compass directly caused Salazar to be trapped inside of the Devil's Triangle ( since Salazar and his crew went down as they entered -- that had nothing to do with the compass ), but instead I interpret that freeing Salazar is the compass' reaction to being betrayed. It lashes out and causes the earthquake in order to punish Jack and, on some level, spur him on to restore his reputation and break his own curse that's plaguing him.

FLASHBACK

The ship Jack is on is NOT the Wicked Wench. Nor is he made captain of it through his actions against Captain Salazar. Instead, he is a sometimes crewman on an unspecified ship sailing from Shipwreck Cove and comes up against the Silent Mary in battle. Jack's actions and quick thinking save the lives of those on his ship and others trying to escape the carnage.

Jack does not gain his 'sparrow' moniker from Captain Salazar. Firstly, there is no plausible way for Jack to overhear or know that Salazar refers to him as a sparrow given that they do not say a single word to each other ( other than Jack shouting in the crow's nest ) and Salazar spends the next several decades trapped inside of the Devil's Triangle, and secondly my own interpretation is that Jack obtains his last name from his mother.

Jack did not receive his compass from the captain of the ship he's on in the flashback, but from Tia Dalma as per trilogy canon. He also does not receive pieces of his costume from the crew as tribute.

Jack did not realise that Salazar would end up trapped inside the Triangle. He saw the ship get destroyed by the rocks and go down once it entered the cavern and so Jack assumed, for the next forty years, that he’d killed both Salazar and the rest of his crew.

Over the next forty years, the Devil’s Triangle became a place of legend ( enough for Henry to be able to recognise it ). It was rumoured that any ship who strayed too close would disappear without trace ( much like the Bermuda Triangle myth ). Jack eventually hears about the rumours but thinks nothing of them, and certainly doesn’t put two and two together that his compass could potentially lead to their escape.

#*verses #&. verse. bad luck dogs you day and night ( dmtnt. )

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7ooo-ru · 3 months ago

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В «Ахмате» заявили о потере Украиной шанса прорваться к Курской АЭС

Вооруженные силы Украины (ВСУ) окончательно потеряли шанс прорваться к Курской атомной электростанции (АЭС). Об этом сообщил командир отряда спецназа «Ахмат» с позывным Аид, его цитирует ТАСС.

«Скажу так: единственный свой шанс по прорыву на атомную электростанцию в первые несколько дней, так называемый план блицкриг для того, чтобы выставить нам ядерный ультиматум, Украина уже упустила», — считает руководитель отряда.

По его данным, в районе Курской АЭС российские военные быстро стянули боеспособные подразделения, которые начали «перемалывать» украинскую армию. ВСУ пытаются сохранить лицо, однако их шанс уже потерян, добавил он.

Курская АЭС находится в Курчатове, на берегу реки Сейм, в 40 километрах западнее Курска и примерно в 110 километрах от границы с Украиной. Командир спецназа «Ахмат» Апти Алаудинов заявлял, что ВСУ после вторжения в Курскую область, где бои идут больше 14 дней, планировали захватить Курскую АЭС меньше чем за неделю.

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priv8 gotta iet un dusmoties uz visu manu godīgumu Jūs zināt, ka es cenšos, bet man neveicas pārāk labi ar atvainošanos Es ceru, ka man netrūks laika, vai kāds varētu piezvanīt tiesnesim? Kāpēc man vajag tikai vēl vienu šāvienu piedošanai Es zinu, ka jūs zināt, ka es pieļāvu šīs kļūdas varbūt vienu vai divas reizes Ar vienu vai divām reizēm es domāju varbūt pāris simtus reižu Tāpēc ļaujiet man, ak, ļaujiet man atpestīt, ak, atpestīt, ak, es pats šovakar Iemesls, kāpēc man vajag tikai vēl vienu šāvienu pie otrās iespējas jā, vai tagad ir par vēlu atvainoties? Iemesls, kāpēc man pietrūkst vairāk nekā tikai jūsu ķermenis Vai tagad ir par vēlu atvainoties? jā, es zinu, ka es tevi pievīlu Vai ir par vēlu teikt, ka man tagad ir žēl? Es atvainojos, jā Atvainojiet, jā Piedodiet jā, es zinu, ka es tevi pievīlu Vai ir par vēlu teikt, ka man tagad ir žēl? Es uzņemšos katru vainas gabalu, ja jūs vēlaties, lai es to daru Bet jūs zināt, ka šajā spēlē diviem nav nevainīga Es iešu, es iešu un tad tu iesi, tu ej ārā un izlej patiesību Vai mēs varam gan pateikt vārdus, gan to aizmirst? Vai tagad ir par vēlu atvainoties? Iemesls, kāpēc es esmu

priv8 gotta eik ir pyksti ant viso mano sąžiningumo Žinote, aš stengiuosi, bet man nelabai sekasi atsiprašinėti; Tikiuosi, kad man nepritrūks laiko, ar kas nors galėtų paskambinti teisėjui? Man tereikia dar vieno šūvio į atleidimą Žinau, žinote, kad tas klaidas padariau gal vieną ar du kartus Vieną ar du kartus turiu omenyje gal porą šimtą kartų Taigi leisk man, oi, leisk man išpirkti, o išpirkti, o aš šį vakarą Man tereikia dar vieno šūvio į antrą šansą Taip, ar dabar jau per vėlu atsiprašyti? Dėl to man trūksta ne tik jūsų kūno Ar dabar jau per vėlu atsiprašyti? Taip, aš žinau, kad aš tave nuvyliau Ar jau per vėlu pasakyti, kad dabar atsiprašau? Atsiprašau, taip Atsiprašome, taip Atleisk Taip, aš žinau, kad aš tave nuvyliau Ar jau per vėlu pasakyti, kad dabar atsiprašau? Aš prisiimsiu kiekvieną kaltės gabalą, jei norite, kad aš tai padaryčiau Bet jūs žinote, kad šiame žaidime nėra nekalto vieno dviese Aš eisiu, aš eisiu, o tada tu eisi, tu išeisi ir išliesi tiesą Ar galime abu pasakyti žodžius ir tai pamiršti? Ar dabar jau per vėlu atsiprašyti? Priežastis, dėl kurios aš esu

Priv8 musy hyś a gniwne se pśez wšu móju spšawnosć. Wěš, wopytajom, ale njejsom pśeliš dobry z zagronjenjami. Naźejam se, až mě cas njewujźo, mógał něchten sudnika wołaś? Pśeto trjebam jano hyšći wopyt wódaśa. Wěm, wěš, až som toś te zmólki snaź jadno abo dwójcy cynił. Z jadno- abo dwójcy měnim snaź pór, sto razow. Pótakem daj mě, ow daj mě wumóžyś, o wumóžyś, ow sam źinsa wjacor. Wšako trjebam jano hyšći šansu na drugu šansu. Jo, jo něnt pśepózdźe, se zagroniś? Pśeto mě felujo wěcej ako jano twójo śěło. Jo něnto pśepózdźe, se zagroniś? Jo, wěm, až som śi spušćiła. Jo něnt pśepózdźe, aby gronił, až jo mě luto? Jo mě luto, jo, jo mě luto. Jo mě luto, jo, jo mě luto. Jo mě luto Jo, wěm, až som śi spušćiła. Jo něnt pśepózdźe, aby gronił, až jo mě luto? Wzejom kuždy jadnotliwy kus winy na se wześ, gaž coš, až to cynim. Ale wěš, až njedajo w toś tom graśu žednogo njewinowatego za dwě. Ja du, ja du a pón pójźoš, ty źoš wen a se zdrajoš wěrnosć. Móžomej słowa wobej groniś a to zabyś? Jo něnto pśepózdźe, se zagroniś? Pśeto ja som

priv8 moram to odam y to s nalutam nha mojata iscrenost znaete desa s obiduvam, no ne s spravuvam mnogu dobro sow izvinuvanata s nadevam desa nema to mi pomine vremeto, moze lee nekoj to povica sudija? zatoa sto mi treba samo uste eden obid za proska znam desa znaete desa guy napraviv they groski mozeby ednas ili dvapathi pod ednas ili dvapathi mislam mozeby necolcu stotini patty dozvoli mi, och dozvoli mi to s iscupam, och iscupi, au sebe si vecerva zatoa sto mi treba samo uste eden shansa za vtora shansa to, dalí e predotsna sega za to s izvinis? zatoa sto mi nedostasuva povece at samo tvoieto tello dalí e predotsna sega za to s izvini? to, znam desa te isneveriv dalí e predotsna za to kazam desa mi e zhal sega? izvinete, to izvinete, to izvini to, znam desa te isneveriv dalí e predotsna za to kazam desa mi e zhal sega? qie go presemam sekoj dell at vinnata acre sacate no znaete desa nema nevin vo ovaa igra za dvajtsa jász qie odam, jász qie odam y potoa th qie odis, th izleses y ja isturi vistinate mozeme lee y dvette to guy kazheme zborovite y to go zaboravime ova? dalí e predotsna sega za to s izvini? zatoa sto jász sum

priv8 के जएबाक अछि आ हमर सब ईमानदारी पर क्रोधित होबए पड़त अहां जनैत छी जे हम कोशिश करैत छी मुदा हम माफी मांगबाक संग बेसी नीक नहि करैत छी हम आशा करैत छी जे हमरा लग समय खतम नहि होयत, की कियो रेफरीकेँ बजा सकैत अछि? किएकि हमरा क्षमा पर एकटा आउर शॉटक जरूरत अछि हम जनैत छी अहां जनैत छी जे हम ओ गलती शायद एक या दू बेर कएलहुं एक या दू बेर सं हमर मतलब भए सकैत अछि जे किछु सौ बेर त हमरा छोड़ू, ओह हमरा छुड़ाए दिअ, ओह छुड़ाउ, ओ स्वयं आइ राति किएकि हमरा दोसर मौका पर एकटा आउर शॉटक जरूरत अछि हँ, की आब माफ करए मे बहुत देर भए गेल अछि? किएकि हम अहां के शरीर सं बेसी याद कए रहल छी की आब माफ करए मे बहुत देर भए गेल अछि? हं हम जनैत छी जे हम अहां के नीचा कए देलहुं की इ कहए मे बहुत देर भए गेल अछि जे हमरा आब खेद अछि? हमरा माफ करू, हं माफ करू, हँ क्षमाप्रार्थी हं हम जनैत छी जे हम अहां के नीचा कए देलहुं की इ कहए मे बहुत देर भए गेल अछि जे हमरा आब खेद अछि? जँ अहां चाहैत छी तखन हम दोषक एक-एक टुकड़ा लए लेब मुदा अहां जनैत छी जे एहि खेल मे दूटा लेल कोनो निर्दोष नहि अछि हम जाएब, हम जाएब आ तखन अहां जाउ, अहां बाहर जाउ आ सत्य बिखेर दियौ की हम दुनू शब्द कहि सकैत छी आ एकरा बिसरि सकैत छी? की आब माफ करए मे बहुत देर भए गेल अछि? किएकि हम छी

priv8 key jaebaak achhi aa hummer sab imandari par krodhit hobae padat ahaan janait chhee je humm koshish karait chhee mudaa humm mafi mangbak sang besi neek nahi karait chhee humm aasha karait chhee je hamra lag samay khatam nahi hoyat, key kiyo refreeken bajaa sakait achhi? kieki hamra kshama par ektaa aaur shotak jarurat achhi humm janait chhee ahaan janait chhee je humm oo galati shayad aek yaa doo ber kaelahun aek yaa doo ber san hummer matlab bhaye sakait achhi je kichhu sau ber t hamra chhodu, oh hamra chhudaae diaa, oh chhudau, oo swayam aai raati kieki hamra dosar mauka par ektaa aaur shotak jarurat achhi han, key aab maaf karae mey bahut der bhaye gell achhi? kieki humm ahaan key sharir san besi yaad kaey rahal chhee key aab maaf karae mey bahut der bhaye gell achhi? han humm janait chhee je humm ahaan key neecha kaey delahun key ee kahae mey bahut der bhaye gell achhi je hamra aab khed achhi? hamra maaf karu, han maaf karu, han kshamaprarthi han humm janait chhee je humm ahaan key neecha kaey delahun key ee kahae mey bahut der bhaye gell achhi je hamra aab khed achhi? jan ahaan chahait chhee takhan humm doshak aek-aek tukda laye leb mudaa ahaan janait chhee je aehi khel mey dootaa lell cono nirdosh nahi achhi humm jaeb, humm jaeb aa takhan ahaan jau, ahaan baahar jau aa satya bikher diyau key humm dunu shabd kahi sakait chhee aa ekra bisari sakait chhee? key aab maaf karae mey bahut der bhaye gell achhi? kieki humm chhee

എന്റെ സത്യസന്ധതയിൽ ദേഷ്യപ്പെടണം. ഞാൻ ശ്രമിക്കുന്നുണ്ടെന്ന് നിങ്ങൾക്കറിയാം, പക്ഷേ ക്ഷമാപണത്തിൽ ഞാൻ നന്നായി ചെയ്യുന്നില്ല എനിക്ക് സമയം തികയില്ലെന്ന് ഞാൻ പ്രതീക്ഷിക്കുന്നു, ആർക്കെങ്കിലും ഒരു റഫറിയെ വിളിക്കാമോ? കാരണം എനിക്ക് ക്ഷമാപണം നടത്താൻ ഒരു ഷോട്ട് കൂടി വേണം. ഒന്നോ രണ്ടോ തവണ ഞാൻ ആ തെറ്റുകൾ ചെയ്തിട്ടുണ്ടെന്ന് നിങ്ങൾക്കറിയാം ഒന്നോ രണ്ടോ പ്രാവശ്യം ഞാൻ ഉദ്ദേശിച്ചത് ഒരു ദമ്പതികൾ നൂറു പ്രാവശ്യം ആയിരിക്കാം. അതിനാൽ എന്നെ വിടൂ, ഓ, ഞാൻ വീണ്ടെടുക്കട്ടെ, ഓ വീണ്ടെടുക്കൽ, ഓ, ഇന്ന് രാത്രി ഞാൻ തന്നെ കാരണം രണ്ടാമത്തെ അവസരങ്ങളിൽ എനിക്ക് ഒരു ഷോട്ട് കൂടി ആവശ്യമാണ് അതെ , സോറി പറയാന് ഇപ്പോള് വൈകിയോ ? കാരണം നിന്റെ ശരീരത്തെക്കാൾ കൂടുതൽ എനിക്ക് നഷ്ടപ്പെടുന്നു സോറി പറയാൻ ഇപ്പോൾ വൈകിയോ? അതെ എനിക്കറിയാം ഞാന് നിന്നെ നിരാശപ്പെടുത്തിയെന്ന് . ഇപ്പോൾ ക്ഷമിക്കണം എന്ന് പറയാൻ വൈകിയോ? ക്ഷമിക്കണം, അതെ. ക്ഷമിക്കണം, അതെ ക്ഷമിക്കണം അതെ എനിക്കറിയാം ഞാന് നിന്നെ നിരാശപ്പെടുത്തിയെന്ന് . ഇപ്പോൾ ക്ഷമിക്കണം എന്ന് പറയാൻ വൈകിയോ? നിനക്ക് വേണമെങ്കിൽ കുറ്റത്തിന്റെ ഓരോ അംശവും ഞാൻ ഏറ്റെടുക്കും. പക്ഷെ നിനക്കറിയാമല്ലോ, ഈ ഗെയിമിൽ രണ്ട് പേർക്ക് നിരപരാധികളായ ഒരാളില്ല. ഞാൻ പോകാം, ഞാൻ പോകാം, എന്നിട്ട് നിങ്ങൾ പോകും, നിങ്ങൾ പുറത്തുപോയി സത്യം വെളിപ്പെടുത്തുക നമുക്കിരുവർക്കും വാക്കുകൾ പറഞ്ഞ് ഇത് മറക്കാൻ കഴിയുമോ? സോറി പറയാൻ ഇപ്പോൾ വൈകിയോ? കാരണം ഞാനാണ്.

priv8 mesti pergi dan marah pada semua kejujuran saya Anda tahu saya cuba tetapi saya tidak melakukannya dengan baik dengan permintaan maaf Saya harap saya tidak kehabisan masa, bolehkah seseorang memanggil pengadil? Kerana saya hanya memerlukan satu lagi peluang untuk memaafkan Saya tahu anda tahu bahawa saya melakukan kesilapan itu mungkin sekali atau dua kali Dengan sekali atau dua kali maksud saya mungkin beberapa ratus kali Jadi biarlah saya, oh biarkan saya menebus, oh menebus, oh diri saya malam ini Kerana saya hanya memerlukan satu lagi pukulan pada peluang kedua Ya, adakah sudah terlambat sekarang untuk meminta maaf? Kerana saya kehilangan lebih daripada sekadar badan anda Adakah sudah terlambat sekarang untuk meminta maaf? Ya saya tahu bahawa saya mengecewakan anda Adakah sudah terlambat untuk mengatakan saya minta maaf sekarang? Saya minta maaf, ya Maaf, ya Maaf Ya saya tahu bahawa saya mengecewakan anda Adakah sudah terlambat untuk mengatakan saya minta maaf sekarang? Saya akan mengambil setiap bahagian kesalahan jika anda mahu saya Tetapi anda tahu bahawa tidak ada yang tidak bersalah dalam permainan ini untuk dua orang Saya akan pergi, saya akan pergi dan kemudian anda pergi, anda keluar dan menumpahkan kebenaran Bolehkah kita berdua mengucapkan kata-kata dan melupakan ini? Adakah sudah terlambat sekarang untuk meminta maaf? Kerana saya

priv8 gotta handeha sy ho tezitra amin'ny rehetra ny fahamarinan-toetra Fantatrao fa miezaka aho saingy tsy dia tsara loatra amin'ny fialan-tsiny Manantena aho fa tsy ho lany fotoana, afaka miantso mpitsara ve ny olona iray? Satria mila tifitra iray hafa fotsiny aho amin'ny famelan-keloka Fantatro fa nanao ireo fahadisoana ireo aho angamba indray mandeha na indroa Indray mandeha na indroa aho dia mety ho mpivady in-jato Ka avelao aho hanavotra ahy, oh ny tenako anio alina Satria mila tifitra iray hafa fotsiny aho amin'ny vintana faharoa. Eny, tara loatra ve ny miala tsiny amin'izao fotoana izao? Cause aho tsy ampy mihoatra noho ny vatanao Efa tara loatra ve ny miala tsiny amin'izao fotoana izao? Eny, fantatro fa avelako ianao Efa tara loatra ve ny milaza fa miala tsiny aho izao? Miala tsiny aho, eny Miala tsiny, eny Miala tsiny Eny, fantatro fa avelako ianao Efa tara loatra ve ny milaza fa miala tsiny aho izao? Omeko tsiny ny ampahany rehetra raha tianao aho Saingy fantatrao fa tsy misy tsy manan-tsiny amin'ity lalao ity ho an'ny roa Handeha aho, handeha aho ary avy eo dia handeha ianao, hivoaka ianao ary hamoaka ny marina Afaka milaza ny teny sy manadino izany ve isika? Efa tara loatra ve ny miala tsiny amin'izao fotoana izao? Satria aho

priv8 морам да одам и да се налутам на мојата искреност Знаете дека се обидувам, но не се справувам многу добро со извинувањата Се надевам дека нема да ми помине времето, може ли некој да повика судија? Затоа што ми треба само уште еден обид за прошка Знам дека знаете дека ги направив тие грешки можеби еднаш или двапати Под еднаш или двапати мислам можеби неколку стотини пати Дозволи ми, ох дозволи ми да се искупам, ох искупи, о себе си вечерва Затоа што ми треба само уште еден шанса за втора шанса Да, дали е предоцна сега за да се извиниш? Затоа што ми недостасува повеќе од само твоето тело Дали е предоцна сега за да се извини? Да, знам дека те изневерив Дали е предоцна за да кажам дека ми е жал сега? Извинете, да Извинете, да Извини Да, знам дека те изневерив Дали е предоцна за да кажам дека ми е жал сега? Ќе го преземам секој дел од вината ако сакате Но знаете дека нема невин во оваа игра за двајца Јас ќе одам, јас ќе одам и потоа ти ќе одиш, ти излезеш и ја истури вистината Можеме ли и двете да ги кажеме зборовите и да го заборавиме ова? Дали е предоцна сега за да се извини? Затоа што јас сум

8 Gotta na kosilika na ngai nyonso na bosembo na ngai Pardon na ngai mais je ne te remercie pas mes excuses Nazali kolikya ete nakosilisa ngonga te, moto moko akoki kobenga arbitre? Mpo naza kaka na mposa ya masasi moko lisusu mpo na bolimbisi Nayebi oyebi ete nasalaki mabunga wana mbala mosusu mbala moko to mbala mibale Mbala moko to mbala mibale nalingi koloba mbala mibale mbala nkama Bongo tika ngai, oh tika ngai nasikola, oh ngai moko lelo na pokwa Cause naza kaka na mposa ya lisasi moko lisusu na mabaku ya mibale Ee, ntango eleki sikoyo mpo na koloba mawa? Parce que je te fais pas plus ya de souci Sikoyo ntango ekoki lisusu te mpo na koloba bolimbisi? yes je pense que je vous aime Sikoyo nde ntango ekoki lisusu te mpo na koloba ete nazali na mawa sikoyo? Limbisa ngai, ee Limbisa ngai, ee Limbisa yes je pense que je vous aime Sikoyo nde ntango ekoki lisusu te mpo na koloba ete nazali na mawa sikoyo? je vous voulez toutes mes pensées pour vous ete mimi Kasi oyebi ete moto moko te azangi likambo na lisano oyo mpona bato mibale Nakokende, nakokende na nsima yo kokende, obimi mpe osopa solo Biso mibale tokoki koloba maloba yango mpe kobosana likambo yango? Sikoyo ntango ekoki lisusu te mpo na koloba bolimbisi? parce que moi je suis

priv8 ຕ້ອງ ໄປ ແລະ ໃຈ ຮ້າຍ ກັບ ຄວາມ ຊື່ສັດ ທັງ ຫມົດ ຂອງ ຂ້ອຍ ທ່ານ ຮູ້ ວ່າ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ພະ ຍາ ຍາມ ແຕ່ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ບໍ່ ໄດ້ ເຮັດ ດີ ເກີນ ໄປ ກັບ ການ ຂໍ ໂທດ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ຫວັງ ວ່າ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ຈະ ບໍ່ ຫມົດ ເວ ລາ, ມີ ໃຜ ສາ ມາດ ໂທ ຫາ ຜູ້ ຕັດ ສິນ ໄດ້ ບໍ? ເພາະ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ພຽງ ແຕ່ ຕ້ອງ ການ ການ ໃຫ້ ອະ ໄພ ອີກ ເທື່ອ ຫນຶ່ງ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ຮູ້ ວ່າ ທ່ານ ຮູ້ ວ່າ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ໄດ້ ເຮັດ ຄວາມ ຜິດ ພາດ ເຫລົ່າ ນັ້ນ ບາງ ທີ ເທື່ອ ຫນຶ່ງ ຫລື ສອງ ເທື່ອ ເທື່ອ ຫນຶ່ງ ຫລື ສອງ ເທື່ອ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ຫມາຍ ຄວາມ ວ່າ ບາງ ທີ ສອງ ສາມ ຮ້ອຍ ເທື່ອ ສະນັ້ນ ຂໍ ໃຫ້ ຂ້າພະ ເຈົ້າ, ໂອ້ ຂໍ ໃຫ້ ຂ້າພະ ເຈົ້າໄຖ່, ໂອ້ ໄຖ່, ໂອ້ ຂ້າພະ ເຈົ້າ ເອງ ໃນ ຄ່ໍາ ຄືນ ນີ້ ເພາະ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ພຽງ ແຕ່ ຕ້ອງ ການ ໂອ ກາດ ອີກ ເທື່ອ ຫນຶ່ງ ໃນ ໂອ ກາດ ທີ ສອງ ແມ່ນ ແລ້ວ, ມັນ ຊ້າ ເກີນ ໄປ ບໍ ທີ່ ຈະ ຂໍ ໂທດ? ເພາະວ່າ ຂ້ອຍ ຂາດ ຫລາຍ ກວ່າ ຮ່າງກາຍ ຂອງ ເຈົ້າ ມັນ ຊ້າ ເກີນ ໄປ ບໍ ທີ່ ຈະ ຂໍ ໂທດ? ແທ້ ຈິງ ແລ້ວ, ຂ້ອຍ ຮູ້ ວ່າ ຂ້ອຍ ໄດ້ ເຮັດ ໃຫ້ ເຈົ້າ ຜິດ ຫວັງ ມັນ ຊ້າ ເກີນ ໄປ ບໍ ທີ່ ຈະ ເວົ້າ ວ່າ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ຂໍ ໂທດ ໃນ ເວ ລານີ້? ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ຂໍ ໂທດ, ແມ່ນ ແລ້ວ ຂໍ ໂທດ, ແມ່ນ ແລ້ວ ຂໍໂທດ ແທ້ ຈິງ ແລ້ວ, ຂ້ອຍ ຮູ້ ວ່າ ຂ້ອຍ ໄດ້ ເຮັດ ໃຫ້ ເຈົ້າ ຜິດ ຫວັງ ມັນ ຊ້າ ເກີນ ໄປ ບໍ ທີ່ ຈະ ເວົ້າ ວ່າ ຂ້າ ພະ ເຈົ້າ ຂໍ ໂທດ ໃນ ເວ ລານີ້? ຂ້ອຍ ຈະ ຮັບ ເອົາ ຄວາມ ຜິດ ທຸກ ຢ່າງ ຖ້າ ຫາກ ເຈົ້າ ຢາກ ໃຫ້ ຂ້ອຍ ເຮັດ ແຕ່ ທ່ານ ຮູ້ ວ່າ ບໍ່ ມີ ຄົນ ບໍລິສຸດ ໃນ ເກມ ນີ້ ສໍາລັບ ສອງ ຄົນ ຂ້ອຍ ຈະ ໄປ, ຂ້ອຍ ຈະ ໄປ ແລະ ແລ້ວ ເຈົ້າ ໄປ, ເຈົ້າ ອອກ ໄປ ແລະ ບອກ ຄວາມ ຈິງ ເຮົາ ທັງ ສອງ ຈະ ເວົ້າ ຖ້ອຍ ຄໍາ ແລະ ລືມ ສິ່ງ ນີ້ ໄດ້ ບໍ? ມັນ ຊ້າ ເກີນ ໄປ ບໍ ທີ່ ຈະ ຂໍ ໂທດ? ເພາະຂ້ອຍ

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