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Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door Part 2
TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort?, Swearing, Unreality?, Death Mentions
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IT HAD BEEN 3 MONTHS since Ansel had gone and Edward did not take it well. Gradually, they withdrew from general society, spending more time with Jojo and less time with those in the village, those that did not know what had transpired that day and those that would never understand their pain. Most just looked at them with pity in their eyes. As if they needed pity. All they wanted was space. Most of the time was spent watching the realms or sat staring at the walls of the now empty house, that caused pain with every single look and every memory within it. Since the event, they had seen him -the shell they used to call a brother, but they couldn’t anymore. The one they knew was gone, replaced only by the one that looked, sounded and had the same name as Ansel, but was just another extension of the hive mind called the Guardians. There was no reasoning with him, no fun or game, and almost no personality left by the hive. Everything that made him who he was, was drained from him that day. So, Edward ignored him. One thing they never forgot was their promise. Constantly they thought about how to free all those trapped, and the land from the oppression they now saw everywhere they went.
One thing they had managed to do was befriend the Guardian of the realms, Isi, who once you got to know it, it was a good listener and sensible, as well as childish and had a personality so amiable that you couldn’t believe that the outside matched the person. And yet, it was how it was. By the time we are at currently, they were pretty close, close enough they both knew some of each other’s secrets. For example, both knew they were non-binary – Isi was agender. Both knew about each other’s lives. Isi knew about the incident. Edward knew about Isi’s girlfriend, and how Isi had crossed over before in order to save her from death. They bonded over their circumstances, ideals and motives- to protect those they love, even if it is breaking the rules or likely to get them killed, or worse. Edward had even told it their plans, and what they had overheard. Isi was more than willing to help, but refused to break rules unless necessary. However, not everything lasts forever.
It had been a normal meet-up as far as they were concerned, they had managed to create a working plan- go around and find all of the remaining elders, and convince them to help round up enough people to overthrow the Guardians. What they didn’t know, was there was someone eavesdropping, curious about why they were talking and as close as they were. Despite not hearing everything, Biff still heard enough to know that Edward was planning on overthrowing the guardians, and so she visited the guardians to tell them of his treachery. That set their timer. It would start the second they left. Thankfully for them, they spent at least 1 human day in there. However, the second they came out they noticed something was wrong by the looks a now-returned Biff gave them. Death-glare. As if they had killed her parents. Isi climbed back into the box, marked Edward back in, and waved them off.
Isi turned to face Biff. “What’s wrong?”
“I hope you are not joining them in their plans.”
“What plans?”
“Don’t act dumb, I know they’re planning on overthrowing the Guardians. I hope you aren’t joining them.”
“Of course not.” Biff lied, completely and utterly scared to death. It rarely lied, so hopefully Biff wouldn’t notice.
“Good. If you were, you would be in deep trouble right now.”
In its head, Isi breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt fear, knowing that someone knew their plans. Knowing that Edward would be in danger. Knowing that it was in danger. Isi excused itself, knowing that nobody else would come, only Edward, pretending it had filing to do, and then it would go to bed. Quickly, it packed all of its stuff in a bag, as well as using one of two phones they stole while in the border room to contact Edward and warn them to collect all their stuff that they could want on earth, and meet back at the border as soon as possible. It hoped they got the message in time.
Of course, they didn’t- well, not quite. By the time they got that message, they were on their doorstep, staring intently at the letter, taped exactly where Ansel’s was. However, this time, they had an escape plan. Quickly they jumped into action, bursting through the taped message, and grabbing the bags that they had already prepared, grabbing a few empty ones and packing up everything they had left out. Nostalgia and memories flooded through them as they prepared to step through the door for the last time. Nobody knew whether they would be back, but all of them knew they would be gone for quite a while. Not everything went to plan though. Outside the door stood three Guardians, preparing for resistance. Turning on their heels, they jumped through the window and landed running as fast as they possibly could, looking back once or twice to make sure they weren’t being followed, before heading straight for the border. A familiar buzz told them Isi had texted them, and reading the text, they had to laugh. It had come just a few minutes too late. Luckily, they figured it out quick enough they escaped, but others may not have been as lucky.
A short run later, and they were there- at the meeting point, another border post that had been long since blocked up and was relatively abandoned. Mainly due to it not bordering anything. Only Isi and the guardians had access, and barely anyone knew about it. They were greeted by a nervous Isi that was clearly worried. “We need to leave, now. Biff knows and told the Guardians. I know when the shift swaps over, we should be able to sneak through then, and be gone before anyone figures out. Do you have somewhere to go?”
“Not that I know of, but I can find something.”
“OK, I have a place to go, if I can I may be able to convince her to let you stay for a while until you find a suitable place. I recommend either going to school or getting a job, since you look around that age in order to blend in and earn money to use.”
“Alright, I agree, but I will get out of there as quick as possible. On Earth I will try to gain an army so we can come back and rescue the angels from the Guardians. Will you help me?”
“Yes, of course. It will be harder though because we need to find enough spirits who can enter heaven and humans that can see through the veil of death. Both of those are rare, but once we find one we should be able to find the rest.”
“We’d better get to work then so we can shorten the amount of time they live in control.”
“First, to get to earth we will need to get the jewels.”
“Jewels?”
“The ones I told you about? The ones that give us a physical form on Earth?”
“Oh, right. Yes, of course.”
Isi led them round a corner, into a room lined with just the jewels in all different forms- some necklaces, some watches, some earrings, some more obscure like notebooks or bags, but all had one thing in common- they were all iridescent and depending on how you looked at them they change colour. One instantly caught Edward’s eye, a golden jewel glinting in the corner of their eye. They turned and gently walked towards it. As they did so the jewel glowed brighter (if that was even possible). Eventually they notice what it was embedded in- a earring small, silver and with a whiteish jewel that glowed golden if you looked at it right. Mesmerised, they took it off the stand and put it on. Looking over they watched Isi take a pretty necklace- a gold chain with a modest sized jewel that looked grey but eventually as it moved changed to purple, then red, then pastel blue and back to grey.
“Ok, you got yours?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“No problem, the guards should be changing around now, and so the border is left relatively unguarded for a few minutes.”
“Let’s go then, if you’re ready.”
“After you.”
Unfortunately, Isi was wrong. Due to an “escaped convict” (as of yet they hadn’t been convicted of anything and they hadn’t been caught), that “is extremely dangerous” (they couldn’t hurt a fly), guards had been doubled for most of the next few days. They had two options- go back to the abandoned post until the guards died down or fight their way through. Naturally, they chose the former. Neither of them particularly wanted a fight. The universe had other plans though. “Hey, what are you doing here? Wait… aren’t you the wanted convict? Hey, stop that! No-” It was at this point they had him tied up. Both had reacted quickly considering it was Isi’s first time at violence on another person, and Edward did not particularly enjoy it. Sadly, not quick enough. He had managed to alert a few of the guards in the main room, the one Isi usually sat in, and they were ready to attack. Edward saw the violent way out. Isi saw the cowards way. Quickly, it ran and closed the doors, locking them with the key it had been given in case. “Follow me, I know a way. All the guards are in the main room trying to break down the door, so the side room is clear.”
“Ok.” Edward answered, following after it, through a side door in the tower.
Behind the door was what they believed must have been a break room of sorts for if the guards got tired or hungry. Not that they could particularly, but it was still a nice thought. It was full of counters, a fridge, a microwave and a small stove. A couch sat against one wall, a coffee table just in front of it. However, that wasn’t what drew their attention. Biff was stood threateningly, staring straight at them, looking as if she had been watching the door for ages. “Well, well, look at what the cat dragged in. If it isn’t the convict and their assistant.”
“Biff, you don’t want to do this.”
“Oh, but I do. You have betrayed your people. And me. I was the one who helped you remember. And yet, you’d leave me so quickly. For them. A convict who wants to bring down our glorious guardians. So why? Why do you believe them over me?” She snarled, biting into Isi with every word.
“Unlike you I can see the truth of our supposed “glorious guardians” and they are not what you think- cruel, murderous and they could not care less about us. Any of us. We are just toys.”
“Oh sweetie, I know. I always knew. You were so easy to manipulate into believing me, I just didn’t expect you to ever break out. I tried to stop you from joining them, I really did. But now I will have to kill you.”
“No, no you won’t. Remember who beat your score on the training course? I can and will do it if you force me to.” Isi taunted, watching as fear flashed on Biff’s face. “That’s what I thought. Now will you let us through or will you make us do this the hard way?”
Begrudgingly, Biff thought over the preposition. She really didn’t want to fight Isi. She knew that it was better at fighting than her, however its personality completely nerfed that. She came to her decision. “This time, I will let you through, but the next time you meet, you better be prepared. I will not hold back.”
“Yeah right, coward,” antagonised Isi, as it dragged Edward through the door to the portal room.
“Hey! Asshole!” Biff yelled as she watched them slam the door closed, and heard the familiar click of the lock. “Great,” she thought. “Imma be in trouble.”
On the other side of the door, Isi was running to lock the main doors as Edward lugged their stuff to the portal. Once it was sure it was locked it ran to Edward, and began to watch the portal. Before long they heard the sounds of the door being smashed in. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! went the door as the guards tried to burst through, struggling due to the strength of the lock. Under its breath, it was murmuring “Come on, come on, change already,” clearly frustrated at the portal and the lack of it changing. All Edward could do was wait. Watching. With every hit, the door bent beyond how you believed it could. Each time, their sinking feeling increased. Gradually losing hope. Eventually, believing they were not going to make it. They heard a sickening crack, coming from the door. They knew it was over for them. However, they weren’t going down without a fight. Edward estimated another two attempts and the guards would be through. Feebly, they raised their fists, ready to fight them back until the portal opened. Bang! Attempt one. Bang! Attempt two. Bang! CRACK! The door collapsed in bits onto the floor. “It’s open!” Isi yelled, and before they could think, both had grabbed their bags and ran through the portal, almost straight into a wall. As they stepped through, they heard the annoyed guardians, the leader barking out orders at the Guard, threatening him with demotion. Edward didn’t care anymore- as far as they were concerned, they were safe.
Through the portal, it was dark. As expected though- it had been evening when they had left earlier. Once their eyes had adjusted, Edward could just about tell that they were in an alley somewhere. Expectantly, they looked at Isi. It didn’t notice – it was too busy watching outside to see whether the coast was clear or not. Glancing back quickly, it dragged them out into the very deserted street, only an occasional car broke the silence. “Welcome to Coventry!” Isi exclaimed. “Now, I know it doesn’t look like much yet, but trust me, you’ll like it. First though, we need to get set up and try to find all the supplies we will need until I can find Vanessa tomorrow.”
“Who’s Vanessa?” They asked tentatively.
“Oh, she’s my girlfriend. Unfortunately, she thinks I’m dead. However, I should be able to explain everything to her and get us in there. I know she hasn’t been dating anybody or filled my spot in her flat.”
“That sounds kinda stalkerish.”
“Nah, I’m not stalking her. Just making sure she’s ok. What else am I meant to do with my days? She’s the only one that still cares. The rest forgot I existed.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s inevitable and natural. I’ve been dead 6 years. She should have moved on but she chose not to. I honestly don’t want to because it will permanently stop her from moving on, but we have nothing else to do. And I missed her. Too much. Anyway, let’s go.”
Edward followed it as they wandered down through town, to the few places it knew would be open and it could trust.
Light was just beginning to appear over the horizon as they made their way to the third and final place they would go to before visiting Vanessa. It was a little bar- looked cosy and homely from the outside, flower beds under the windows with flowers in all the colours of the gay flag. Pansies, roses, lavender, violets and carnations. Above the door there were a few hanging baskets in the trans and non-binary flag’s colours, vines trailing down from them in pastel blue and pink, hot purple, yellow and black, white trailing roses hanging between them. The building was relatively old- white with black woodwork, making it look almost like a cottage. A sign over the door read “Dick’s Dicks (And Drinks)” in bold, black on the white sign, outlined in rainbow.
“This place looks cool,” Edward said without realising they were saying their thoughts out loud.
“It is, it’s a gay bar, but focuses on inclusion, as you can tell by the sign on the door saying everyone’s welcome. It is open nearly 24/7, and the staff are funny and kind. When I was alive I used to come here all the time with Vanny. It’s a bar but really it’s a safe haven for anyone, as long as they don’t promote hate.”
“Ok, now it sounds amazing. We going in?”
“Of course we are.”
As they walked through the door, Edward marvelled on how pretty the inside was as well as the outside. The walls were half and half-top half was grey brick, bottom half was painted, each wall a different colour in all the colours of the pastel rainbow. To the left was a set of stairs leading to a second floor, to the right was a curved bar, cutting off a corner of the nearly square room. Tables, chairs and couches were strewn around the room, mostly empty. Behind the bar was one member of staff, relatively tall and with a kind, weathered face. A mop of brown on their head, and eyes staring at both of the newcomers. In shock and recognition. "Hey Isi, aren't you dead? And Isi's friend, I saw your death on the news."
"Yeah, we're dead." Isi explained.
"You didn't get kicked out of heaven did you?" The barman joked.
"Well, we can't exactly go back. If we did we'd be punished,and there's only 2 punishments: losing your soul or being destroyed permanently. Neither sound good so." Edward explained, sitting on one of the bar stools.
"Wait, what? Seriously?"
"Yeah," Isi replied.
"Wow. So, I guess you came here because you couldn't go any other place."
"Yep. "
"OK. You want any drinks or food?"
"Yes please." Isi asked.
"OK, I'll let you look over these and decide what you want." He said, handing them some rainbow menus with gold detail on them.
1 hour later and they had had the best (and one of the only) meal since they had died, the entire time talking to the barman, who Edward now knew owned the place, and was called Dick. "Hey, you'll need a job won't you Eddy, how'd you fancy working for me?"
"Wait, really?"
"Yes."
"I'd like that, thank you Dick."
"It's my pleasure, I needed a new worker, so who better than someone I know? If you give me your phone number I'll text you your timetable. If you're free now, we can start training and Isi can go find it's girlfriend and reconcile."
"That sounds great thank you."
"I'm fine with that. I'd probably better go hadn't I?"
"I know your nervous, but from the sounds of it she loves you, she will not be mad at you, and you will be OK."
"Thank you. OK, so I'll see you later then?"
"See you, I'll come back with Vanny in tow in a while, probably around lunch. Have fun while I'm gone."
"Oh, we will, won't we Ed?"
"I guess. Bye." Edward replied as they watched Isi leave.
Isi wasn't nervous. It was petrified. It had spent the morning wondering how she would react and now it was the time to talk to her. Every step felt like torture as it walked through the peaceful streets, tracing a familiar path back to where it used to live. A small flat-2 bed with a living room, kitchen and a dining room as well as a bathroom and a study. Modest but that was all it needed to get by that and the beautiful views (despite being in the centre of town the block was tall enough to see out beyond the city). Most of the time it was out helping others or at work so it didn't matter to it. That was always its personality-only hindered by the lack of social skills and confidence to actually talk to others, but it didn't mind. It had a few close friends before death, and it was content with those. Isi was so absorbed in its reflection on the past, it hadn't noticed it had marched into Vanessa's home and was stood looking disoriented around the living room. Everything was the same as it was, but something was off- just the aura of it. One of emptiness and abandon. Not surprising considering everything. However, before it knew what was happening, Vanny was behind it, knocking it out with a frying pan. Isi crumpled and fell to the floor.
Meanwhile, Edward was stressed. What Dick hadn't mentioned was that it was the busiest time of the year, month, and week due to all of the people not being in school and adults taking time off for the summer holidays. They instantly realised why Dick wanted them to stay behind- he needed the help. In total there were 3 people behind the counter and about 3 or 4 tables for each of them to tend to at all times. They were surprised at this-they didn't expect it to be as popular as it was, considering everyone around them's reaction to them coming out, but they proved them wrong. Finally, the lunch staff came and they could have a rest.
"You didn't tell me it would be this busy."
"Because I knew you wouldn't stay if I told you, and I needed help and fast."
"I'm okay with it, just tell me next time."
"How did it go?"
"Don't ask. " Edward replied, remembering all of the awkward responses he gave and all of the things that went wrong. "Just don't ask."
"OK," replied Dick, not asking. "How about you meet the other member of staff- properly, not during a rush."
"Sure."
Dick dragged Edward over towards the table that said co-worker was sat at, idly scrolling on his phone. "Mast meet Edward. They are a new staff member." Mast started, not expecting someone to come up behind him. "Oh, hello, I'm Mast, how are you?"
"I'm good thank you. I am Edward. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, what brought you to work here?"
"I needed a job, happened to come down here today and was offered a job, not knowing how busy today would be."
"It was quite busy wasn't it. I can't imagine how hard a first day would be with all that traffic."
"I managed. It can't get any worse can it?"
"Trust me, it can. How did you find this place?"
"Oh, my friend brought me here. I'm new to town so it was showing me all of the places of interest, and we finished here for breakfast. It knows Dick, so he gave me a job."
"Cool."
"How long have you been working here?"
"Only a year or so, but I enjoy it and feel like I've been working here forever at this point."
"Cool."
"You're waiting for the friend you mentioned earlier aren't you?"
"Yeah, it said it would come back for lunch with its girlfriend but it isn't here. I wonder how it is."
"It's probably fine, if you're that worried, message it."
"Oh yeah, I forgot I could do that, thanks."
"You're welcome."
Isi woke up on the sofa. Whose sofa, it didn't know. It also didn't care. Staring straight at it was Vanessa. "Is it really you?" Vanny said meekly.
For a second, Isi was startled and disoriented from just walking up. Then it clicked. It remembered everything that happened including getting hit in the back of the head. Gently it lifted the upper half of its body until it was on eye level with Vanny, ignoring the stinging pain in the back of its head.
"Yes, it’s me Vans, I'm here now."
At this, Vanny broke down into tears. I mean-how else could she react to finding her dead partner is actually alive. “Hey, hey,” Isi murmured, gaining Vanny’s attention, “What’s wrong?”
“I hurt you. I promised not to and I did.” Vanessa replied, choking on her tears.
“It was not your fault, OK? You were not expecting me, I did not warn you, and honestly I would have done the same. You did not hurt me on purpose. Plus, I can’t physically get hurt for long anymore, OK, I am not mad.”
“Really? Wait, what do you mean you can’t get hurt?”
“I will explain everything once you have calmed down enough, OK?”
“Ok,” Vanny reluctantly agreed, as she laid on the sofa next to Isi, who was alreayd laying back down, hugging it gently. She rested her head on Isi’s shoulder. Isi hugged her back, happy that it could at last.
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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Six: Sensory Integration 2
Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)
Summary: It’s a fine night for a walk by the water with a handsome vet holding your hand. I think that says it all.
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Word Count: Almost 1.9k (a bit shorter, hopefully y’all don’t mind by the end!)
Warnings: Basically still fluff, but also some saucy morsels near the end…not full on smut, though, so don’t get too excited. We aren’t there yet, my little lovelies. Soon, though…soon.
Author’s Note: As I said before, this date totally got away from me, nearing a whopping 6k in total. Thanks again for all the love. And in other news, I told a couple of my PT friends about this story, and one of them agreed to be my official technical consultant on the project for future chapters and even if I wanna flesh it out, modify it to include strictly “original” characters, and eventually take it to a publisher! I sent what I’ve done so far to her just before I started drafting this post, so hopefully she’ll have good insight for me! She said it was about time someone wrote a story like that! Lol! (She reads a lot, so I guess people really don’t think of PTs as the heroines of love stories. Sad, really! Most of the ones I know are lovely and loving people!) The other was just instantly excited and can’t wait to read it.
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The lake was fairly near her clinic, not two blocks away. He wasn't wrong about her feeling up to a walk when the time came. She was looking forward to the fresh night air near the lake. It was a deep-seated part of who she was to love the water.
He'd pulled into the small, empty gravel lot at the head of the paved walking trail. It was well dark since it had just turned 10:00, and the moonlight danced off the water, calm, but with a faint shimmer from the light breeze. The stars danced, winking at them as if they knew the romance that surged between the couple was burgeoning right here below them.
"Now, last time I walked this trail, I'll warn you…I got approached by a gang. And they were…pretty vicious. I had to resort to some guerilla tactics that I'm not too proud of to fend 'em off."
"Oh no!" she wasn't aware of any gang crime in their fairly peaceful city! "What kind of gang?"
"A goose gang." He looked at her gravely. Before they both burst out laughing in hysterics.
"I thought you were serious!" she wiped tears carefully from her eyes with the back of her hand.
"I was! They are stupid territorial! I had several of them tryin'a bite at my legs at once. It was quite the ordeal, I assure you!" he said, serious, but still laughing.
"Well, you'll save me if the Ya-Gooz-ah descend on us tonight, wont you?" she teased, clutching at his arm in mock fright at the thought of a band of Yakuza Geese being an actual thing, but thinking it was a great way to keep him touching her.
"As long as you stay real close to me, sunshine. I'll protect you from the devil himself." He kissed her on the top of the head, sealing the promise and warming her from the point of contact all the way to her toes.
As they traipsed along the pavement path, they talked about everything and nothing, the gentle night wind a whisper against their skin, which had been made slightly dewy from the walk and the humidity. They had made two laps around the small body of water when they came back around to one of several benches placed at intervals on the trail running its perimeter. Without breaking their conversation, she pointed to the nearest one, indicating her desire to sit, which he understood and lead them there.
“See, the problem I have with sports at that level, especially football is the harm I’ve witnessed it do to a kid’s body. We’ve treated athletes in high school and as early as 7th and 8th grade that the coaches are completely obsessed with getting them out on the field or court again. These kids are taking more impact than their bodies are ready for. They can’t miss a game, or even practice for therapy even if they’re just riding pine. And the parents are so laser focused on that potential college scholarship for that sport that they can’t see that if their child doesn’t get better, no scout is gonna want to dole out a free ride. Not to a broken-down athlete. Did you feel that kind of pressure when you were playing football? Because I don’t remember it at my school.” She went off a on bit of a tangent because she’d just been told by Heather before she left that her torn meniscus, Jason couldn’t get in for several weeks because of his practice and game schedule limiting his availability.
“I mean, I felt pressure, I guess, but not outside of practice or the games. I’d hurt my knee my junior year early, same one we been workin’ on, and they just had me sit out a few weeks and work with a PT, but I don’t remember it being a problem to miss out on anything related to football if it was because of my health.” He sat down next to her on the fiberglass bench, which was molded to have the look of fine blonde wood, and put his arm around her shoulder. No pretense of the reach, no awkwardly sitting for a while beforehand, just continuing to touch her as he had been their whole walk.
She leaned into his shoulder, comfortably, as if they’d done this a thousand times and this wasn’t their first date. And continued their discussion.
“What has gotten into people these days? It’s like they’re not satisfied with anything. Nothing is ever enough for a single person on this good earth!” She sighed, frustrated by the neediness of people that seemed to come with her own job and projecting that on to the world…not that there wasn’t at least a measure of truth in it.
“Personally speaking, I think you’re wrong.”
“You don’t think that the world is full of dissatisfied Karens?” She laughed.
“Oh I do. But it’s not every person. You’re sitting next to one very content man right here.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” He confirmed.
“Was it the steak, or the lobster mac?” She’d be fantasizing about them both until the next time they went there. Yeah, she was already thinking about “next time” and “they.” She was in trouble.
“Not to knock either, but I’m a hun’ert percent sure it was the company.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.
She smiled, nuzzling into him, feeling the downy softness of his shirt again and smelling his intoxicating cologne. She suddenly remembered a promise from their session.
“Oh, hey. I was gonna have a response for you…to your 'question' from earlier.” She said, mischief burning in her eyes. She kneeled up on the bench and turned his face to hers, brushing a hand against his impossibly soft beard before descending slowly in for a kiss.
It started sweet, a few languid, full pecks, then she parted her lips barely enough for her tongue to venture out to explore his full mouth. They were met after several attempts with a reciprocal openness from him. She dared, then to search him with her tongue. It was simply browsing now. Feeling no rush to complete its quest. Only a sense of the need for due diligence. She was surprised at the flavor she'd encountered. She hadn't seen him pop a mint, and she hadn't left his side all evening. He was sly. It was a sweet and strong taste. Wintergreen on steroids, with the mildest hint of vanilla. She wanted more. Of the flavor. Of him.
She let her tongue find his, knowing what would happen, somehow, even though they had never kissed like this before. Never when it wasn't rushed and needing to be…PG. Here in the dark of night, with no one but the celestial bodies as witnesses, they didn't have to worry about her job, or the public. The judgement of the outsider's gaze.
She knew, by instinct alone, that this would spark him into more than latent participation. And that's exactly why she did it. As previously stated, she was definitely an intentional beast when the occasion called and mood struck.
He did as she'd expected, his own tongue waking, beginning a playful dance with hers, exploring her mouth with more urgency and desire, pulling a ragged gasp from her lungs. She broke away to give some attention to his neck. She held him by the base of his head, thumb playfully brushing into his thick facial hair. A breathy moan that sounded very much like her name escaped his lips. This was the reaction she had been dying to get from him for so long. A surrendering bliss that only came from this kind of personal, intimate, and one-one connection. She'd gotten hints of it when she'd helped him stretch, when she heard those stifled groans he felt at the good hurt she brought him with her expert touch.
She bit his earlobe, and sealed her fate. He growled and pulled her up to his lap in an immodest straddle. Not that she cared in the empty dark. He seemed to need her lips back on his, desperate to find a purchase that would never present itself. The paradox of a kiss.
His hands roved over the back of her from neck to behind, very much favoring the latter. It was an odd sensation. Most of her experience with ass-grabbing had been less than pleasant. Either dirty old men had touched her without consent, or boyfriends had done essentially the same thing as a show of their dominance over her, also without her strictest consent. The way Sy held her was tender, exploratory, and…she couldn't help but think the word loving. "Love" wasn't a word they were ready to even bring up. But she thought he was showing it in his feather touch and hungry kiss.
The breeze was cool, and felt extra cold where she seemed to be warmest. Her position had her…very exposed to the elements, covered only by the fine layers of her underwear at some angles. She was suddenly very aware that they were on a precipice here. If they carried on much longer like this, she wasn't going to want to stop. She already didn't. And she was just out of practice enough to be unsure of where her point of no return was. Dammit. She broke away, in agony from it.
"Sy, I…I think …you should take me back." she stuttered.
"Okay." he pulled her back in for another kiss, pretending to misinterpret,which she indulged a moment but quickly escaped.
"No, sweetie." she chuckled. "You know what I mean."
"Or…I could bring you home with me." It was only a suggestion, but there was a plea in his eyes that pulled at her guts. He wanted her. And she wanted him. With every single cell in her body, she wanted every singe cell of his. But she truly felt that taking things slowly was the best option given the complexities of their situation.
"You don't know how badly I want to accept that invite, Sy." she rested her forehead on his. They were both breathless.
"It's just two little letters, sunshine. O. K. Easy as granny's peach pie."
"I'm terrible at pie crust." they laughed.
"Let's go." he said, helping her off his lap, and preparing to stand, but sitting back down immediately.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned. "Is it the knee? Did I hurt it?" she was already mad at herself, and at him a bit, if this indiscretion had caused him a setback…how ironic it would be!
"Nope, knee's great. Dandy."
"Did you get lightheaded?"
"No, but uhh…it's definitely SOME sort of blood flow issue. Gonna need a minute." he explained without explaining with a sheepish expression on his face…it hit her like a speeding bus.
"Ope." she looked to his lap without thinking, and immediately averted to the water again, as she sat beside him, hands clasped over the seat of the bench. His hand found hers, and covered it, asking to hold it, and getting its way.
"I had…the best time tonight, Shane." he told her, staring at the opposite bank where the maple, oak, and sycamore trees swayed to the tune of the gentle night's breeze.
"So did I, Sy."
"You free tomorrow?" he asked, hopefully.
"You tell me!" she replied…hopefully.
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I had a great week. There are several ui improvements and an important update to how the thread checker works.
drag-and-drop
Some drag and drop code works a little better. You don't have to care too much, but let me know if you get weird behaviour, particularly for drops into the client.
Otherwise, I have added a neat quick thing for page tab DnD--if you hold down shift while you drop the tab, the client won't 'chase' the page and reselect it (which saves a bit of time in ui-switching). This should help speed up larger DnD jobs where you are moving multiple pages up or down a level. Just try it out--I really like it!
some more shortcuts
I have added a 'flip_darkmode' shortcut to the 'gui' and 'media_viewer' shortcut sets. It does exactly what you think!
I've also added the copy_file/path/hash/bmp actions to the 'media' set as well. copy_file was previously hardcoded to ctrl+c, but now you can set whatever you like. I have readded ctrl+c->copy_file to the new defaults for new users, but existing users, if they miss it, will have to re-add it (or any other mapping they prefer) manually under file-shortcuts.
I hope to do more shortcut updates like this in the coming weeks.
thread watchers now check dynamically
tl;dr: Thread watchers work better now. You don't have to do anything.
After a good bit of thought and discussion with users, I finally pulled the trigger on an important thread watcher check timing update this week. I have created a more intelligent checking object to make threads check more or less frequently based on how fast files are being posted to the thread.
The main idea is that thread checkers will try to time their checks so they always get the same number of files. If you tell it to aim for 5 files per check and files are coming in at about 10 files per hour, it will check again in half an hour. After that check, it will recalculate. If the rate of new files drops below a certain value, the checker will consider the thread dead and stop checking.
All existing thread watcher pages will be updated to the new checker. They have a slightly revamped ui layout and two pause buttons and a button to edit these new timing options. There are new default settings under options->downloading. I have set simple defaults that I think will work for most people (trying for 8 files per check, dying after 0 files in 24 hours), but please feel free to change them to your preferences (but make sure you know what is going on first--this isn't a super-simple system!).
As part of this, threads now parse file post time. This isn't terribly interesting for human purposes, but you can check it anyway under the file import status window, under a new 'source time' column that will get more use in other contexts in future.
I am interested in feedback on how this goes right and wrong. I expect to add a bit more math to improve the current file velocity calculations for threads that started strong but recently dropped off.
Once this checking object is solid, I expect to use it on subscriptions in the larger download overhaul that is coming up. (so not only will your subs check faster or slower without you having to figure it out yourself, they will be able to automatically shut off and notify you if an artist didn't post anything for two months!)
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if you hold shift down while dropping a page tab, the client will not 'chase' that page to show it (try it out!)
the gui will be more snappy about dealing with drag-and-drop drops (of types file import, page tab rearrange, and url drop), returning the mouse to normal state instantly on drop and dealing with the event in a subsequent action
dropping url text on the client will specifically inform the source program not to delete the dragged text (that the operation was copy, not move), if it is interested in hearing that
page drag-and-drops should transition a little less flickerily
all file import status objects can now track 'source time', typically to represent upload time
file imports now populate 'source time' based on the earliest of creation/modified time! (this will be used later to parse as a tag)
thread watchers now populate 'source time' based on post time!
finished a watcher options object for the new thread checker system
wrote a panel to edit watcher options
converted the thread object to the new watcher system
thread watchers now have two pause buttons--one for the file queue, one for the checker
compressed thread watcher ui layout
converted the thread left-panel ui and options->downloading page to reflect the new watcher system
improved the watcher options to generate better timings for fresh threads
cleaned up some thread watcher check time code
the total/selected mime summary on the status bar is a little prettier and will now report by individual mime sometimes
generating the total/select mime summaries are now faster on pages with >1,000 files (it'll just use 'file')
a 'refresh' action on an import page now triggers a sort event
added 'flip_darkmode' shortcut command to 'main_gui' and 'media_viewer' shortcut sets
added copy_file/path/hash/bmp actions to the 'media' shortcut set, removed the hardcoded ctrl+c for copy_file. I added ctrl+c to the defaults, but existing users will have to re-add it manually if they want it!
simplified some page ui update code
import pages will no longer update their left-panel ui (which uses a bit of cpu) when they are not in view
polished some new string and url matching code the domain engine will be using
wrote a panel to edit string match objects
wrote a new panel to handle simple ordered lists of data in a better way
wrote most of a panel to edit url match objects
misc domain manager work
fixed an issue with the old listctrl where object name de-duplication was sometimes not permitting (1)-type names to be cleaned up
fixed some inelegant time duration->text conversions
improved complete process shutdown reliability when some downloads are waiting on bandwidth on shutdown
did some misc listctrl update work
next week
I did some good domain engine work this week. I want to keep heading for User-Agent substitution so we can test a sankaku (and anything else) fix.
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