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ninjakasuga · 3 years ago

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Sonally Celebration, Year Three, Day Five: Fading

Sonally Celebration Week, Year 3, Day Five: Fade

Well Day Five is already upon us. Dang time flies XD. This day’s prompt had me mulling for a time, as it’s potential thematic resonance could align with the ideas I have for the final days; prompt theme. Outside of episode continuity (if I’m not deciding on a completely unrelated one shot like one episode from last year), I usually avoid theme overlaps unless they can make for a good two-parter, so I wanted Fade to be different from Rest. What am I talking about? Well, you’ll all see on day eight. ^_^

Day Five: Fade.

Foreword: This takes place one-to-three-ish years after Crossroads, and a return to the more domestic slice of life.

Two sets of feet march toward the couch in the spacious ‘living room’ area, where the two bodies belonging to said feet flop down onto the sofa with matching tired sighs. Each slide an arm around the other and lean in, cheek-to-cheek. Tired, bloodshot eyes meet, as a tired voice mutters. “Kathy and J.C. tucked in bed?”

“Check.”

“Monitor set-up if they wake up from a nightmare and need consoling?”

“Check, we have one of Nicole’s new A.I. ‘kids’ watching their room. If either J.C. or Kathy wake up, or both, they’ll help them unless they ask for us.”

“Us tired as all hell?”

After a beat, both sigh and utter. “Mega check!!” Groaning as she rolled to curl against Sonic, Sally sighed again. Her body and mind woefully tired from the day. “I love our angels, but they can be so exhausting.”

Grunting in agreement, Sonic gave her a squeeze from the arm around her waist. “Doesn’t help they’re both already getting the hang of their speedy-abilities. Is it wrong I’m wishing they didn’t inherit my speed now?” He really didn’t, (his pride soared when it was clear they had his speed). However moments like these, he was considering how nice it would be for them to not have his super speed would be? Or the speed simply kicked in at puberty… or would that be worse?

“We wish it weren’t so today, but we’ll change tunes when that speed is sorely needed for them.” Muttered Sally, sharing his thoughts, but her ever-present pragmatism won out over in-the-moment whimsy. A thin smile emerged from her tired expression. “That said, I'm rather proud that they’re starting to understand that running around the palace is a no-no. Starting to, being the key word.”

That elicited a chuckle from Sonic as he smiled back and made a pleased sound as she moved her hand up his back to rub the back of his neck. He leaned against the fingers rubbing the sore area that had bothered him most of the day. “Maybe we’ll be lucky and that early maturity you had will kick in.”

“Mmm, I’m sensing a ‘but’ somewhere in there my love.” She murmured, making her own soft ‘murring’ as Sonic began to return the neck rub after moving his hand from around her waist to her neck. “Out with it Sonic.”

“Heh, got me pegged huh? Weeeell, you were mature for your age, but I don’t want our kids to be fun-kill-joys either.”

“I was a fun-kill-joy?” She raised an eyebrow, applying a bit more pressure to the spot where neck and shoulder met, causing Sonic to yelp and twinge from the application of pressure. “I call it knowing some of the stuff you wanted to do would wind us in trouble.”

“H-hey, heeeeeeeey, you had your moments of sly ideas that did just that!” He wiggled to avoid her grip, now shifting his hand back to her side, but with tickling intent as his fingers shifted and wiggled about.

Snerking, and then breaking into several laughs, Sally let go, and squirmed. “Pffft- n-no fair! T-two can play!” It was one and Sally sat up and pounced her husband, pinning him to the couch and letting her fingers fly over his body. Grinning widely, as tiredness gave way to playful-energy, Sally enjoyed herself thoroughly as she watched Sonic, her beloved, start to wiggle and laugh from her efforts.

“Hahaha, ahaha! C-crap Sal, you wanna throw d-d-down don’t you?” His emerald eyes gleam as the same burst of energy giving Sally a second wind coursed through him. Wiggling his fingers, his hands moved to strike; and with his super-speed applied: naturally he was able to cover more ground, much faster. As laughter erupted from Sally and she writhed and squirmed, his glee intensified. “You were saying Sal-MMPFFH?” Sonic’s boast was cut off as Sally mashed her mouth to his. The surprise kiss threw him off, but only briefly. Letting out a low, needy moan, Sonic ceased tickling Sally and proceeded to wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer as their kiss intensified.

A low, purr-like sound uttered from Sally’s throat, muffled as her lips were still thoroughly mashed against her husband’s. The squirrel-chipmunk hybrid rubbed herself against him. Ruling a kingdom, being a loving-attentive spouse, and a parent was a tall order. They made it work; but quality, private time became more of a premium. Even tired as Sally felt, the burning need to feel Sonic’s loving embrace and ‘skilled hands’ hit her like a freight train. How long had it been since they last had a moment like this? Actually feeling the urge, the need to make love? Maybe that was why, but truly who cared what the exact reason was? The moment was here, seizing it was key.

As the kiss broke, Sally’s breath hitched as Sonic’s mouth trailed down to her neck, and his hands rested on her posterior, before one hand grasped at her tail, which had been wiggling quite giddily as if to entice him. “S-Sonic, bedroom-ngh..”

“Why not here?” He murred against her neck, giving her a squeeze with both hands.

She licked his ear and nipped at the tip, whispering in a throaty voice. “I don’t want a repeat of last time; bedroom, door locked, you, me, on the bed, no clothes, ‘now’!”

Instead of his usual snappy retorts, Sonic processed her request, recalling ‘last time’ and only a big blanket prevented a truly awkward moment when one of the children woke up in the middle of the night. Hands move to scoop Sally up like the old days as he got off the sofa with her. It was a break of the rules, but he used a very-very small burst of his super-speed to zip to their room. His foot pushed the door closed, while Sally quickly hit the lock mechanism on the doorknob. A quick toss sent Sally onto the bed, and Sonic quickly joining her, both eagerly helping the other disrobe.

(Sorry folks keeping this PG-13 XD so fade to black!)

Once their bodily and spirit-rejuvenating needs were met, Sonic and Sally lay on the bed, tangled together. As they tried to catch their breath, each would out of parental-paranoia, check the monitor to the kid’s bedroom. No notifications, which meant the kids hadn’t woken up even once to go to the bathroom. A good sign they were sleeping through the night without ‘nightly accidents’ occurring. Even after a quick (for them) bout of love-making, being a parent never strayed from their minds.

Satisfied they didn’t need to redress soon, and attend to any nightly needs, the two sigh in content bliss. “It goes without saying Sal, we ‘needed’ that.”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She practically purred as she nuzzled against his upper chest as she draped over him partially. “Still got it.” She smirked, trailing a finger in a circle around the circular belly-fur of her husband.

“Ha, boy howdy!” Cackled Sonic as he lifted a hand tiredly for a high-five, which Sally gladly reciprocated. “Whoever said after 30 your love-life with kids dries up is an F’ing idiot.”

“Clearly someone who didn’t have a successful romance with their marriage.” Mused Sally, before a yawn tore from her throat. Curling into Sonic’s side, and pulling the covers over them. Sally felt the siren song of sleep, and was ready to greet it. “We should sleep while we can.”

Yawning himself, Sonic slipped an arm around Sonic, planting a kiss to her forehead, he twisted his body to better meet her own as they got comfortable. “Yeah, g’night Sal, love ya.”

“Love you too Sonic, *yawn* sleep well.” As another yawn left her, Sally closed her listening to Sonic’s heart-beat, and breathing. She could tell he was already out from the sounds he made, he didn’t snore, not really or fully. His breathing just became more ‘free’ if such a word could describe it. His heartbeat also steadied, still paced but clearly at ease. Such a rhythm helped her slowly fade from consciousness and soon, the warm embrace of sleep took Sally. Leaving only the sounds of both Sonic and her own breathing filling the darkness of their bedroom.

#boundforfreedom #Sally Acorn #Sonic the Hedgehog #Archie-Sonic Continuiity #Pre-SGW Sonic #fanart #romance #sonally #sonsal

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feigenbaumsworld · 7 years ago

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October 27, 1971 - October 12, 2017

Little Kris, Kristopher-Who-Is-Not-Kristopher, Scooter, Kris

I don’t know how to do this. I keep wanting to call you and ask you for advice on how to write this and it hits me for the billionth time today that I can’t.

We might have never met if I wasn’t such a goofball and you weren’t the friendly chat-up-anybody type of guy. It was purely accidental, a case of mistaken identity. The previous night at the club some stranger had asked me to dance. I prefer to dance on my own, but I decided to make my own fun that night. I’d pretend to be a vampire and he would be my unsuspecting prey. So we danced as I peppered our conversation with phrases like “Are you from around here?” “Are you here with friends tonight?” “No one knows you’re here…so no one would know where to find you if you went missing?” It didn’t take long for us to part ways. The next night, I saw Kris. I mistook him for the stranger and feeling a little guilty for creeping the guy out, I began apologizing to him. He listened to me, giggled, and told me that he wasn’t that guy, but if he were he would have stuck around because that was hilarious. We both laughed. There was so much laughter between us. And that was it. 28 years of friendship born out of chance. Be random and take chances.

There are too many memories to recount. The time that he showed me, out of the blue, that he could walk like Kermit the Frog. The way he would sing Senor Don Gato to me whenever I asked. I remember going to a party one night. It was getting late and we were having so much fun that we didn’t want it to end. We holed up in a closet and decided that if we hid out in there, tomorrow would never come and the party would last forever. We talked all night.

We did that a lot. Talking until our voices cracked. Whenever Christmas rolled around one of our favorite things to do was drink some hot cocoa and then drive around looking at Christmas lights. Sometimes we parked and sat on his car freezing our butts off watching the lights change color and twinkle. Electric star-gazing. We’d sit and talk about everything from the important – What we wanted to do when we grew up, the boys we had crushes on who would turn out to be our future husbands. Toby you were his true North.

To the whimsical - Visiting open houses with elaborate cover stories as we tried to pass ourselves off as prospective buyers. Or the time we decided we needed to think about our retirement, so we decided we should join the Elk’s lodge because we had researched their retirement village and it sounded awesome. We nixed that idea when we discovered they didn’t allow women to join. I believe that’s been remedied, so go for it.

So instead we made up our minds that we would build a dirigible and fly it around the world. We would take all our friends along and after our travels we would park the dirigible in Bora Bora and retire there. We kept adding decks to our dirigible filled with impossible things like a roller coaster. And totally practical things like a Willy Wonka deck complete with a chocolate river and gummi bear trees. There was one deck composed completely of blanket forts. And as if that weren’t enough, there was a tree growing up through the decks so that there could be a treehouse on every level. Through the years we would occasionally call to tell each other of new additions. It didn’t matter that it was only a fantasy. What mattered was that it was ours. We were the music makers and the dreamers of dreams.

Many years ago I had a conversation with him that still echoes in my mind. We were having the big one – What’s the meaning of life? Why are we here? What’s the point? He suggested that maybe there isn’t any meaning to life except what we create. Maybe we’re the ones that are supposed to make life meaningful. I said that I thought the reason we’re here, the point was to touch as many lives as possible leaving them changed for the better. He really liked that idea and now I’m seeing that theory in practice. Kris’ life was full of purpose and meaning. I know this in my heart and I see it in all of your faces. We are his legacy. And his legacy will endure and grow every time we share one of our memories. Save your memories, write them down, share them often. Pass on his joy, his friendship, his love, his light and his whimsy.

#My best friend #My only #My heart is irreparably broken #I love you

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mdwatchestv · 7 years ago

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Dirk Gently 2x01: Have You Noticed an Acceleration of Strangeness in Your Life?

It was over a year ago now that I started this blog project, and what better milestone to commemorate that achievement than season 2 of Dirk Gently! This is my first season two! To prepare for this momentous post, and to also attempt to remember what happened on season 1, I went back and read all my Dirk season one posts. What a journey we all went on together that first season, from letting Samuel Barnett into our hearts, to falling in with kitten only to lose it in the woods. If you want to relive any of that (and see some truly excellent gifs) click here. I also think my writing has come a long way since then, has it? Right? Hasn't it? You know what, maybe don't answer that.

But this post isn't a desperate plea for validation (well I mean it IS sort of) it's a post about DIRK GENTLY'S HOLISTIC DETECTIVE AGENCY SEASON TWO! Season one of this show turned out to be genuinely clever and charming to boot. It managed to balance a tricky plot-line (involving murder, time-travel, and soul-swapping) with sincerely emotional storytelling, all while juggling a cast of endless colorful characters and without sacrificing its sense of fun. That was a lot, but this show is a lot. And it's sustained successful execution of all those elements is what made last season sing. But that was then, this is now. We have a new story, new characters, and possibly new dimensions to deal with. Whether this show will be able to continue its deft balancing act remains to be seen.

We open season two in the fantasy land of "Wendimoor" (had to look that up). Your classic forest-based magical realm that is host to warriors wielding scissor-swords, and handsome rogues. Regular. This land is home to Panto Trost (had to look that up) aka ole pink hair, and his paramour Silas Dengdamor (ditto) who seems to be some sort of authority figure, perhaps a king? A duke? A lord? If the show gave this information I was not paying close enough attention to discern it. Anyway the land is in trouble and Silas charges his boo Panto with finding Dirk Gently in order to save the day. Already there are questions. Is this a parallel universe? A dream? Another dimension? Just some really enthusiastic LARP-ers? Who knows.

Moving on we pick up with Dirk (and god help me, I missed him), who at the end of last season was captured by the Blackwing project guys, now headed by Friedkin after the death of his predecessor. Friedkin is convinced that Dirk's psychic ability is literal rather than holistic, and forces him to perform a series of tests which Dirk spends his days failing. Also at Blackwing is hapless Ken, who Friedkin is sure must possess some sort of powers due to his longtime survival at the side of Bart (apparently still on the loose). With Ken in his taxi cab prison, is RAPUNZEL THE CORGI! Safe and sound, as adorable as ever. Also of note at Blackwing is an old guy in a coma who was Dirk's assistant pre-coma. Feels like a lot of expositional foreshadowing here. Maybe for a flashback? I hope so, I am particularly keen on flashbacks. During these scenes Friedkin also lets drop that there are a number of other Blackwing subjects who remain on the lamb, including a shapeshifter. This is a foreshadowing.

Last season I always thought Dustin Milligan didn't have to enough to do as Friedkin, but now that the character seems to be taking center stage, I feel like they have given him too much. If Friedkin is going to be the Big Bad this scene, I'm already over it. Dirk Gently is filled with over-the-top characters, but they are all grounded with an emotional center. Yes Bart is a psychotic killer, but she is also a lifelong loner experiencing her first foray into friendship. I don't have to tell you why you love Bart, you know already in your heart. But Friedkin has yet to develop a sympathetic, or at least understandable, core and I'm finding the aggressive stupidity act boring. The show has set a high bar for character, and for a season already introducing a bevy of new ones, this one is falling short.

And let's talk about these new characters. The Blackwing plotline is but one thread of a very complex episode one tapestry. Elsewhere we are introduced to Suzie (Amanda Walsh), an unhappily married and mothered woman with a limp who works as a receptionist at a quarry (?) or construction (?) facility (?). Unclear. Her world is rocked, as so many of our worlds have been, when John Hannah rolls up into her life as a wizard/crook/hitman/lounge singer. Hannah murders her boss, and then leaves poor Suzie to be dealt with by his gang/compatriots/clean up crew. This classic bad-guy gang unsuccessfully attempt to cast a spell on Suz, with what is decidedly a magic wand and spell book. Things look bad for our new friend Amanda Walsh as the goons decide to eschew magic in favor of reliable guns and bullets. But luckily holistic assassin Bart roles in on a bicycle and wave of blood to kill everyone. Yay! Bart uncharacteristically spares Suzie, hoping to make a new friend to replace Ken, but then spirals out as she wars with her unfamiliar desire to be merciful and seek companionship. (How did Ken and Bart get separated? Why isn't she trying to save him? Questions). Frightened, Suzie casts the same spell the thugs tried to set on her, but to greater effect. Bart vanishes. Suzie is now a witch. I dream of this day of transformation and discovery in my own life. Where did Bart go? Perhaps to scissor-sword land? We'll see.

We also have MORE new characters including Tyler Labine's easy-going sheriff who seems like he wandered out of Fargo to be with us, and his high functioning alcoholic deputy. All the finest supporting cast Canada has to offer, and we haven't even been introduced to Alan Tudyk yet. This is a lot of new characters ya'll, and I haven't even finished my check-in with the ogs.

Hannah Marks now has a pretty punk rock undercut plus even heavier black eye make up. I'm into it. She's hanging with the only free member of the Rowdy 3, plotting to get the gang back together. Do your thing girl, and shut up math.

Finally I saved the adventures of Todd and Farah for last, because their story seems to be the emotional plot trunk of this mighty oak of an episode. After the events of last season Todd has essentially lost everything, his job, his health, his relationship with his sister, and now the purpose given to him through his relationship with Dirk. Now he and the ever-loyal Farah are on an increasingly desperate mission to try and rescue Dirk (as well as Todd's sense of self-worth). Whether on faith or by sheer necessity, Todd is convinced that everything really is connected and that the universe will provide. And hey he did find an abandoned mansion, a wet wall, and a car in a tree, so I'd venture to say he may be on to something.

I said finally too soon, there is one more major plot thing that happened this episode. Per Friedkins (and this blogs) earlier foreshadowing, the escaped Blackwing shapeshifter does in fact make herself known. Her journey through the secret base as a piece of paper, race car, and bubble was my favorite part of the episode. That kind of knowing whimsy, when the show is able to achieve it, is what makes it so uniquely enjoyable. Anyway this frighteningly-eyeballed lass charges Dirk to "Find the boy" before disappearing them both.

The first episode set up a lot, like a lot a lot. There are at least three distinct driving 'quests': pink-hair's search for Dirk, Todd and Farah's search for Dirk, and Dirk's search for "the boy". There are a number of intersecting secondary plots (including, you guessed it, more searching), as well as a healthy peppering of fresh faces. Dirk Gently proved in the past that it is more than capable of handling unwieldy plot while servicing multiple complex characters, but I can't help feeling wary after this first outing. At this point in the series I don't need to be impressed with bells and whistles, the first season generated enough interest in the core cast of characters an episode that simply serviced them would have been satisfying enough as an opener.

But there were episodes last season that seemed to throw out more ideas than seemed wise, only to carefully and thoroughly pick through them in later episodes. I remain cautiously optimistic, and look forward to corgis, witches, and (dare I dream?) for another kitten.

And of course:

CORGI WATCH:

Doing a-okay. All things considered.

XO MD

P.S. That teaser for the season gave kind of A LOT away, don't you think?

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believingispowerfulmagic · 7 years ago

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“Once Upon a Time” Chapter 14: The Letter

On to your Waterloo

Whispers my heart

Pray I’ll be Wellington

Not Bonaparte

“Say a Prayer,” Gigi)

Chapter 14: The Letter

I recovered after a week of being sick. Emma and Rachel felt better too, back to playing with their toys as well as their brother. Rachel began crawling once she got her energy back, happily following Roland and Emma around the room now. Bandit followed them all, more like a caretaker than part of their little group.

“They look like a parade,” Robin said, watching them with a small smile on his face. “A very cute one.”

Laughing, I leaned against him. “Yeah. Imagine what it’s going to look like when Rachel starts walking.”

He groaned, shaking his head. “Don’t talk about that. It’s all moving so fast.”

“You said the same about Emma,” I reminded him, pointing as the blonde fell down with a laugh. “And she’s still a baby girl learning to walk.”

Emma looked up at Robin, holding up her chubby arms. “Papa! Up!”

“Up? Okay,” he said, scooping her up into his arms. He nuzzled her and she closed her eyes, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

Roland threw his arms around me, laughing as he gave me a tight hug. “I love you, Mama.”

“I love you too,” I said, laughing as well. “What’s this for?”

He shrugged. “Just because.”

“Well, I love ‘just because’ hugs.” I ran my fingers through his curls as I rocked him gently. Rachel sat at my feet, babbling as she petted Bandit, who laid down next to her.

It was a perfect family tableau. “Have I told you how much I love being a family?” I asked.

“Not lately,” Robin replied. “But I have to agree. We have a pretty great family.”

“We do,” I agreed. We leaned closer and he gave me a sweet kiss.

“Eww,” Roland said, scrunching up his nose. I tapped it and we all had another good laugh before he let me go.

I backed up a bit. “How about I start dinner? Does anyone want anything special?”

“Lasagna!” Robin and Roland cheered, eyes lighting up in identical ways.

Laughing, I nodded. “Okay. Let me go get that started and we’ll be eating soon. You all have fun.”

“I think we can manage that,” Robin said, scooping Rachel up. He balanced both girls in his arms before motioning to Bandit. “Come on, boy.”

I watched as Bandit followed him into the living room, Roland on their heels. Feeling lighter due to happiness and my returned good health, there was a bounce in my step as I headed into the kitchen to start our dinner.

That night was bath night. Emma and Rachel splashed around in the tub together as Robin and I washed their hair. Rachel laughed as I twisted her dark curls into a giant cowlick rising from her head. I laughed as well, her joy so pure it was contagious.

“Ten minutes until your bath, Roland,” I called out, rinsing out the suds.

“Do I have to?” he called back. Despite getting older, he had yet to outgrow certain tendencies. Being difficult at bath time was one of them.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, you do.”

“But I’m in the middle of an epic quest!”

“Even great heroes take baths,” I argued, soaping Rachel up now. Beside me, Robin shook from trying to hold in his laughter as he tried to wash a squirming Emma.

I sighed, glaring at my husband. “Can you finish up here? I’m going to negotiate with our hero of a son.”

He nodded, reaching for two towels. “Good luck, milady.”

“Thanks,” I said, heading down the hall to Roland’s room.

My son was standing on top of his bed, holding his plastic sword aloft as he fought an imaginary foe. Bandit lay by his bedside, watching him with concern. It seemed he was ready to jump in should anything happen to Roland.

“Can we take this adventure to the bathroom?” I asked, crossing my arms as I leaned against the doorway.

Roland lowered his arm and frowned. “But I’m almost done defeating the ogre! Then I have to go to the palace to rescue the princesses!”

“You mean the princesses currently in the tub?” I asked, figuring out that he was going to include his sisters in his game. He tended to that, enjoying that they were still passive players in his games and therefore he was able to turn him into anything he needed. Usually he cast them as princesses, though a few times they had been fairies and gnomes.

He paused, as if he hadn’t considered that yet. “Oh. But they’re getting out, right? And then Papa’s gonna put them in their cribs, right?”

I sighed, shaking my head. “I think Papa is going to give Emma some dessert and Rachel one more bottle before putting them down for the night. And they’ll need to sleep, not play.”

Roland sat down on the bed, chewing his lower lip as he thought it over. Bandit tilted his head, as if praying the boy decided to do something less dangerous now. I just hoped he would get in the bathtub with little argument.

An idea popped in my head and I stepped closer. “What if you now have to fight a monster in the ocean to rescue the princesses?”

He considered his options before nodding. “I think I can do that.”

“Great,” I said. “You have five minutes for me to drain your sisters’ bath and fill yours. Don’t make me come get you.”

“I won’t, Mama,” he promised, climbing off his bed. “Can Bandit come with me too? He’s my sidekick.”

I glanced down at the dog, who met my eyes. His big brown ones seemed to plead with me to say no, to give him an escape from Roland’s crazy imagination. Biting back my chuckle, I shook my head. “No dogs in the bathroom during bath time. Do you know how bad wet dog smells?”

Bandit let out a little bark, as if indignant over my remark. I raised my eyebrow, silently questioning if he wanted me to get him out of this or not. He lowered his head, waiting to see how Roland would react.

The boy flopped down on his bed, groaning. “All right, Mama. Bandit can stay here. I’ll just rescue him later.”

“Good. Now, get ready for your bath, please,” I said, heading back down the hallway.

I passed Robin as he held a squirming Rachel. Her face was red and she was pounding on his chest as he huffed. “She did not want to get out of the tub. I think she might be part fish.”

“You think the same about Roland,” I told him. “So that means you must be part fish as well. Anything you want to tell me?”

He winked before continuing to the girls’ room. “That’s for me to know and you to maybe find out. But good luck with Roland.”

I sighed, kneeling by the tub as I ran fresh water for Roland. The pounding water as it filled the tub was soothing and I pulled out his shampoo as well as some of his toys. He was going to need them if he was going on a big nautical adventure.

“Here I am, Mama!” Roland said, bursting into the bathroom naked as the day he was born. He giggled as he stood before me.

“Yes, indeed,” I replied, making a mental note to buy him a bathrobe now that he was getting older. “Why don’t you get into the tub?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. I have to fall overboard from my ship first.”

“You’re overboard. Get in.” I pointed to the water. It was growing late and we didn’t have time to mess around.

Roland huffed, crossing his arms. “Mama, that’s not how you play the game. Otherwise it’s no fun.”

I rubbed my forehead, trying to find a way to keep Roland entertained and make this bath as quick as possible. “Okay, okay. How about I’m a mean pirate who is making you walk the plank? How’s that?”

He lit up and nodded. Then he looked defiant, pretending to be ready to fight me. “I’ll never join your crew, you mean pirate!”

“Then I must send you to Davy Jones’ locker,” I said, pushing him gently toward the tub. “I hope you can swim.”

Roland climbed into the tub and sat down in the water. “I will swim my way to freedom! You haven’t defeated me!”

“We’ll see about that. You have to face my obstacles before you get to the shore!” I added his toys into the water before lathering up his shampoo. As he pretended to wrestle with his rubber duck, I shampooed curls that were much like his sister’s and rinsed out all the suds.

I then soaped up a facecloth and handed it to him. “Before you swim to shore, you need to make sure you’re nice and clean.”

He sighed but took the facecloth. “Yes, Mama.”

“That’s my boy,” I said, leaning back and watching to make sure he got every place with the soapy facecloth.

When he finished, he held out the facecloth to me. “Can I play now, please? I’m all clean, Mama.”

I took the facecloth, smiling at him as I pushed his toy sailboat toward him. “Yes, you can play for a little bit. Have fun, sweetheart.”

Roland cheered, splashing around a bit. I frowned as some of the water splashed onto the floor. “Be careful, please. I don’t want to mop up.”

He nodded, looking sheepish. “Sorry, Mama.”

Sitting on the toilet cover, I watched him play. He successfully took down the rubber ducky monster as well as sank the small armada made up of his two plastic boats. As he fought the octopus toy we had just gotten him, I smiled. These were the moments I treasured the most—when he was just a boy letting his imagination run wild. I prayed he never lost his whimsy and creativity as he grew up.

“Mama, why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, tilting his head. “Am I doing something wrong?”

I shook my head, kneeling next to the tub. “I just love you so much, you know that?”

He nodded, smiling. “Of course I do. I love you too.”

“I know,” I said, placing my hand against his cheek. “I know things were crazy with the girls being sick. How about we spend some time together? Just you and me?”

Roland’s eyes lit up and he smiled widely. “You mean it?”

“Of course. How does this weekend sound?”

“Sounds great. Can we go to the park? Maybe I can ride my bike? Please, Mama?” He clasped his pruny hands together in a pleading gesture.

I laughed. “We can do whatever you want. But for now, I think you need to get out of the bathtub. You’re all wrinkly.”

He sighed but stood up. “Okay, Mama. Can I have some dessert now too? Like Emma?”

“Of course,” I replied, wrapping him in a warm and fluffy towel. “Let’s get you in your pajamas and then we’ll go pick it out, okay?”

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Interview: The Creative Team Behind Taika Waititi’s Brilliant ‘Jojo Rabbit’

Writer/director Taika Waititi (Thor: Ragnarok, Hunt for the Wilderpeople) brings his signature style of humor and pathos to his latest film, Jojo Rabbit, a World War II satire that follows a lonely German boy (Roman Griffin Davis as Jojo) whose world view is turned upside down when he discovers his single mother, Rosie (Scarlett Johansson), is hiding a young Jewish girl named Elsa (Thomasin McKenzie) in their attic. Aided only by his idiotic imaginary friend, Adolf Hitler (Taika Waititi), Jojo is forced to confront his blind nationalism. The film offers a funny yet profoundly moving child’s-eye view of a society gone mad with intolerance. Drawing on his own Jewish heritage and his experiences growing up surrounded by prejudice, New Zealand filmmaker Waititi (whose mother is Jewish and father is Māori) makes a powerful statement against hate with this pitch-black satire of the Nazi culture that gripped the German psyche at the height of World War II.

I admit I am not a big fan of films like Life Is Beautiful that have attempted to bring fantasy or whimsy to stories of World War II, so I was nervous going into this film, and yet I loved every second of it. I thought that Waititi and his team achieved the perfect balance between the fantasy elements of the film and the stark reality of the situation. As one critic said, “It shouldn’t work…but it does!” Based on the book Caging Skies by Christine Leunens, Jojo Rabbit, winner of the People’s Choice Award at this year’s Toronto International Film Festival, also stars Sam Rockwell, Stephen Merchant, Alfie Allen, and Rebel Wilson. I sat down with several of the incredibly talented people who helped create the unique look of the film: production designer Ra Vincent, Visual Effects Supervisor Jason Chen, Makeup and Hair Designer Dannelle Satherley, and film editor Tom Eagles.

Danny Miller: The details in the sets were just stunning. Did you recreate this German village from scratch or did you find real settings that you could adapt for the story?

Ra Vincent: We had done so much research about this time period and did our breakdowns of what we needed, but it wasn’t until we found our locations in the Czech Republic that this world we were creating really expanded. The borders during the Nazi occupation were constantly shifting and the Baroque village we found in the Czech Republic had become a German territory during the war. We even found out that there had been Nazi rallies in some of our locations. It was exactly the aesthetic we needed.

Given the history in that part of the world, was it a bit dicey to bring in all of the swastika flags and banners that you needed for the story?

Ra Vincent: Yes, it was. We had some early discussion about swastikas with the studio, they were very nervous about it, but in the end we decided to do what we wanted. We felt we needed the swastikas or the story and the satire would not work at all. The idea was to confront hate and how that regime was formed. We could not remove the importance of that insignia.

Jason Chen: The swastikas had so much weight in that town. I remember when we were shooting in the building that we were using as Gestapo headquarters and had to put up swastika banners. We actually had several local crew members who told us they couldn’t go in there because their family members had been tortured or killed by the Nazis. The weight our locations carried was a good reminder to us about the message we were trying to convey.

Dannelle, speaking of historical sensitivity, you will now always be able to say that you did Hitler’s hair and makeup. What was that like?

Dannelle Satherley: (Laughs.) Well, with Taika’s character, he was an imaginary version of Hitler as seen through Jojo’s eyes, so we were going for something more roughly hewn than you might see elsewhere. Sure, we had to have the touchstones that everyone knows like the moustache and the combover, but he was never intended to be a carbon copy.

Were there times when Taika was directing in full Hitler drag?

Dannelle Satherley: Oh yes, many times! It was definitely something to see.

I’m sure the on-set jokes were writing themselves: “Help! Our director is Hitler!” Tom, I imagine for a film with such serious themes with comedic elements, finding the exact rhythm in the editing was everything. How difficult it was to maintain that balance?

Tom Eagles: It helped that Taika’s script was amazing. There were differences in the details but we were faithful to the feeling of the script, trying to walk that tightrope between black humor and real emotion throughout.

Were there a lot of clues in the script about how everything should look?

Ra Vincent: Absolutely. Taika’s writing is so good and there were many clues about the characters in the script that you could pull from about what type of environment they would be inhabiting. For production design, it pays not to overstate things, you don’t want to detract from the performance. But, for example, knowing how artistic Rosie (Johansson) was, we added all sorts of nuances in the decoration of the house which also played into Jojo’s view of the world through somewhat rose-colored glasses.

I want to see the film again just to more closely examine all of the delicious details of that house!

I was working with a wonderful set decorator, Nora Sopková, who has been working in Prague for a very long time and she knew where to find all the best things. I like to provide as much realism for the actors as possible. If you’re going to put food on the table in front of them you make it really nice to eat, you fill the drawers with clothes of the period in case they open one during a scene, you add all these authentic touches so there’s an opportunity for bits of spontaneous characterization.

I know in many of Taika’s projects there’s a lot of improv. Was that a worry when trying to maintain the right tone in this story?

Tom Eagles: There were very different types of scenes in this film. For a dramatic scene between Scarlett and Thomasin, for example, they would run through it normally, get some direction, and then perhaps try a few new things when they did it again, but it was a very traditional process. They were amazing actors working with an amazing script. But with our comedians it was something else entirely. They’d constantly be stopping and throwing something new in. It did make it a challenge to keep the rhythm right.

I’m guessing that someone like Rebel Wilson went to town on her takes.

Tom Eagles: Oh, trust me we could definitely do a short film of just alternate takes from Rebel, Stephen Merchant, and Taika as Hitler. And you’d be screaming with laughter! Taika always encouraged them. Whether it was even his intention to use those takes or not, he really wanted these comedians to feel free to explore their characters. A lot of great stuff ended up on the cutting room floor because it just didn’t work with the overall film but we did get some gems that we used.

Dannelle, it looked like you were also able to go a bit above and beyond with Rebel’s look, too. Kind of an “Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS” aesthetic?

Dannelle Satherley: Oh, we had so much fun with Rebel and some other people in the supporting cast because we were able to go a little extra with them. I loved working on Rebel’s hair because we were really able to go to extremes with the look. She carried it so well! But some of the other characters were much more tame. I’ve worked so closely with Taiki over the years that I’m very familiar with his aesthetic. I know, with the possible exception of Thor which was kind of its own world, that Taika errs on the side of naturalism, he doesn’t like anything to look too overcooked.

The extensive research you all did for this project must have been so fascinating.

Jason Chen: I think that’s the best part of what we do. We really did a deep dive on the Hitler Youth. And a lot of the ridiculous things you do see the characters doing in the Hilter Youth camps were actually things that happened, like four- and five-year-old boys roughhousing with teenagers, punching and tackling each other, it was insane. They were completely brainwashed about what they were told would make them good soldiers.

I also really liked the color palette of the film which seemed different from so many films we see set during World War II.

Jason Chen: It’s true. Movies set in this time period are usually very dark and dreary, but the reality of the situation was that towards the end of the war a lot of people dressed to the nines as best they could, they didn’t know how much longer they’d be around. So Taika really wanted a bright and vibrant color scheme throughout.

Ra Vincent: And because this was a story from a child’s perspective, that included us injecting some whimsy and childishness into it. We used a few tricks, even things like having more cars in the background than would necessarily have been around during that point in the war.

To be honest, I was kind of surprised when I first saw the poster for the film because it seems so focused on the comedy whereas I see it as more as a very serious movie with some comedy in it.

Jason Chen: I agree with you, actually, and yet I think Taika’s instinct to lead with the comedy makes a lot of sense so I can see why that’s a big part of the ad campaign. Taika believes that humor kind of loosens people up and makes them open to things that they might not have been otherwise. You’ll notice that the film is quite heavy with comedy in the first act and then that eventually transitions in a big way.

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Exodus

"You're drunk! I can't believe what a disappointment you are!"

His sharp tongue cut through the numbing stupor of the alcohol and lacerated fresh wounds on a bleeding heart that I wished would just give up and die already. It wasn't exactly like there was any tender feelings lost between us. He hated my guts. I had established that fact early on in what constituted my nightmare called life. I wanted to lash back, to find some way that hurt him with just as much apathy as he showed me, to be so cruel, so filled with rage.

Besides, he really wasn't angry that I was drunk. That was a convenient excuse. Something about my character that he could hold onto, a moral high ground as it were, a selfless reason to lash out at me. But I wasn't the naive child anymore to believe what was said anymore. Love was a temperamental thing, held like a treat for dreamers and morons. Something to be taken away at the slightest infraction, the barest of disappointments, and it would be withdrawn. I wanted to be angry. But honestly, I was just tired. I looked up at him, alcohol loosening my iron clad control the slightest of amounts. "So is that why you've been trying to kill me off with your words all my life? Because you couldn't convince mom to have an abortion and you didn't want to be a father?" The truth felt like ice on my tongue, a cold bitter thing I'd never been allowed to dilute with childhood whimsy of something else. Mother had never allowed me anything else, to her, I was the reason that Jake had left; to Jake, I was a tie to a past he didn't want to remember but was forced to live with.

For the first eighteen years of my life I had stayed with my mother, part of me, looking back at it, wished that Felicia had just abandoned me to foster or adoption care. While it could have certainly gone worse for me there it also meant that I might have had a family that wanted me. "If that's the case," Jake's voice was rasping as he fought to not yell at three o'clock in the morning and wake everyone else in the house awake, "why aren't you dead yet?"

I eyed Jake, the knowledge that he meant that hurt more than it should have. My sperm donor had never hid his distaste of me, the only memory I had of him visiting me was when I was five. He had come to visit my mother and I, I had been so excited I hadn't been able to sit still at school. I had drawn him a picture and Mrs. Kelly had me write out I love you Daddy, on it. It was the only time Felicia had actually acted like a mother. I had gotten a brand new winter coat, and mittens that looked like lions where when you opened and closed your hand the mouth moved. I had named them Optimus and Tigger, even though it was a lion and not a tiger. We had gone to McDonald's and Felicity had bought me a grilled cheese. I had been in the play area when she had called me down. And there, standing in a black suit, had been Jake.

I had been so excited I shook as I ran over to our table and picked up my drawing, of my Daddy and Mommy and me all holding hands. But as I turned to hand it to him he stepped back. Disgust clearly evident on his face as he looked at me, leaving me there, holding my picture for him, as he turned and yelled at my mother, asking her how in the world she could keep something so deformed, so hideous. Felicia had smacked me when I started to cry and told me to shut up. It was that day, that I became an orphan.

There was a knock at my hotel room door as I opened my mouth to tell him that I was alive out of sheer spite. Jake stormed over to it in a right peak, I lay back, flopping onto the bed and closing my eyes. Why the hell had I opened my hotel door? Right. Because some childhood fantasy had hoped beyond hope that my own Father had come to offer some sort of condolences. The door opened and there was a fervently whispered conversation that my drunk mind couldn't keep up with. "This is Cain." I opened my left eye at the sound of my name on a disguised breath. "The least you could do is get up and pretend that you have manners.' Compared do what had just been said previously the comment didn't even phase me.

There, beside my sperm donor stood an attractive woman that I guessed to be in her mid forties. Her dark hair had strands of silver that reflected in the harsh glow of the hotel lamps about the room. Her green eyes were a deep forest color and seemed to be slightly too big for her face. She had a nose that a writer would consider as petite and cute with lips that sagged just a little in a becoming pouty look that most attempted with lipstick or surgery. I hated her. "Hello Cain, I'm sorry that we have to meet over these circumstances." I nodded my head once and then had to close my eyes to stop the spinning room from making me vomit on her shoes tempting as the thought was considering.

There was another vicious round of whispering that made my head buzz with the beginnings of a headache. I wanted to lash out, to tell them to fuck off and leave me alone but I was too tired. The rum finally catching up with me, my limbs felt encased in lead, my eyes felt gritty and my head stuffed full of cotton. My thoughts felt fuzzy and slow, as though they too were weighed down. I heard my name off somewhere but I was too tired to care, my mind twisting memories around in a kaleidoscope of times and people I heard my name again, harsh and angry. Jake. Fuck him. And finally, everything went black and I was left in peace.

I came back into reality slowly, lying there for a long moment in the comfortable fog of unreality, pleasantly apathetic to the universe at large and most importantly, my place in it. All too soon however, memories started piecing themselves together. The body. The funeral. The bar. The fight. Jake in my room. The words he had said. Meeting Aurora. I flinched at the last few memories, the pain coming back, fresh and new, overlaying the wounds of last night with the fresh clarity that sobriety brings. I hissed as I turned, my head throbbing viciously, at least it was distracting. I bumped the nightstand as I struggled to get vertical still a touch drunk from the night before. I wasn't really surprised. I had drank enough that if I wasn't an alcoholic it likely would have killed me. Shame that. I'd have to try harder next time. A thud sounded like a cannon blast between my temples and I groaned inwardly, knowing already that if I made a sound I would regret it. I opened my eyes to bare slits through the dusky light of dawn and saw a piece of paper, a couple pills, and a bottle of water with the fluid still sloshing back and forth. Without even thinking much I took the pills and crunched them down, the familiar taste of Advil getting washed down with a gulp of water. After a few minutes, when the room felt like it wasn't spinning as fast, I trusted myself to sip at the bottle though I had closed my eyes again.

Taking inventory I frowned. I hadn't undressed at all from coming home from the King George Pub. But I wasn't wearing my boots now, and the covers were wrapped around me. Barely opening my eyes again I noticed that all the lights were off too, and that the shades were drawn. I shook my head and immediately regretted that stupidity as it felt like my brain sloshed back and forth and slammed into the sides of my skull. I sat perfectly still and panted, my mouth watering as my stomach churned. I would not vomit. I would not. The nausea spell only abated when I lay back down and relaxed, doing my best to not think about anything. Which was impossible. So instead, I focused on my sensations. The soft roughness of the hotel sheets, the cool air in the room, the brightening light pressing against my eyelids from the sun rising. And finally, I drifted back off.

I felt human when I woke again a couple hours later. It was twenty to twelve, I had to get moving soon, though if I left now I was concerned I would lose the trust of the blankets after they had accepted me as one of their own. I had gotten so little sleep over the last week that even this alcohol induced slumber had been welcoming. I rose slowly, testing myself as I went, making sure I didn't feel another wave of nausea. Thankfully, I was just set with a headache from hell, though I wasn't sure if that was from the blow to the jaw, the chair, or the alcohol at this point. I glanced ruefully at the empty water bottle and noticed the small hotel notepad again. I didn’t recognize the flowing cursive that formed beautiful swirls and designs as it made individual letters and words. “Take these when you wake up. I put a couple more bottles of water in the fridge.” I glanced to the small humming appliance in question. “It’ll help you feel better. Again. It was a pleasure to meet you finally. Aurora.” I felt fury flash through me, white hot and feral I picked up the empty water bottle and through it as hard as I could against the wall with a clatter of plastic as it bounced down and across the desk. The sound was sharp and staccato in my ears but I welcomed the pain of it. I was breathing hard. Hurt, and angry. Mostly hurt.

I was no longer a child. I no longer looked for someone to help me feel like someone wanted me. That I wasn’t so bad. That, maybe, I could even be loved. I was no longer a naive little boy searching for something that would never be given to him. I was alone. I had always been alone. That never changed; in fact, I now preferred it that way. I didn’t want anyone. I didn’t need anyone. I got up to go take a shower, stubbornly ignoring the water, even though the rational part of me knew that Aurora was right and it would help me feel more human. Still though, I loathed the idea of someone thinking me of helpless, as pathetic. I could, and did, do fine on my own. I stripped off my clothes as I walked. I could do this. On my own.

Two hours later I sat in the church, the piano music dancing through my brain like broken glass shards. I almost regretted not drinking the water. Almost. I sat at the back, not bothering to interact with others there. They were there for my father. The picture perfect visage of a grieving man for a life he had once lived, the picture perfect family man. It sickened me more than my headache. I watched him, and if looks could kill, he would join Felicia six feet under. He had never once done anything for us, and yet here he was, basking in all the free publicity that built up a reputation. His political scene was perfectly sculpted, carefully curated to show the very best things that a man could be. Doting. Sympathetic. Kind. So full of bullshit I could smell it from back here. He sat near the front, with Aurora, and their three girls who Aurora had introduced me to as if I should care about my half sisters. Natalie, eighteen, just finished high school and was going off to Kinesiology on some volleyball degree. Ember, twenty-one, who was working on a Social Degree in a Youth Center, and Hannah, twenty four, three years my junior, had just passed her BAR exam. I hated her the most, full and concrete proof that Jake had never intended to reenter our lives twenty two years ago. I had wanted to lash out at her, even after the night before, but I couldn’t not here. Still, I stewed. Watching them. The picture perfect family. I wanted to cause a scene, to call him out, here, in front of everyone and tell them the truth of him. But who would believe me? The estranged son of an overdosed crack addict, at her funeral no less. And it was childish. Some urge to have him notice me, to at least acknowledge my presence in front of other people, even if it was just to yell at me.

I had forgotten how annoying it was to wear the damned contact, I rubbed at my eye trying to get the gritty feeling to abate; I had gotten used to not wearing it and fucked if I knew why I was wearing it now. Felicia had forced me from the unfortunate day Jake had reentered our lives so briefly to wear sunglasses any time I was around others, or her, until she had finally got these blasted contacts for me to wear. I flinched again, at past remarks that made Jake’s delightful commentary last night look like the sweetest of compliments. The only time I had a modicum of peace was when she was high, her ‘happy pills’ made life tolerable, she even was nice to me sometimes. But it never lasted. Soon enough, she would come down, and I would again be told how much she wished she had followed through with what Jake had asked and aborted me. Ah, the lovely stories that would give me comfort to sleep at night. Only once, when she was high on something that was all kinds of illegal, did she try and kill me. No one would ever know that story, the way she looked at me when she told me that Jake would finally take her back now. The scar on my ribs still ached in the cold.

I stood over the casket, the whole sermon had droned on into a monotonous drone of sound, and here, now, I was saying goodbye to the only constant thing I had had in my life. It was a strange feeling, this chapter closing on my life. Even though Felicia had taught me nothing that a proper parent should, she had still clothed and fed me, even if it was barely. The call from the police had startled me, I’m not sure why. Did I expect Felicia to live forever? Cheating death as she got high on who knows what she had scrounged enough money together to buy. I had to give the morticians credit, as I looked over her. She looked like she could have been my mother, someone must have donated the dress, it didn’t look like anything I recognized, the makeup had been expertly applied with a style that made it look as though she weren’t wearing any at all. The sores had been covered, her hair had been washed, and she finally, after all this time, looked to be at peace. I hoped she was. Jake had ruined her by leaving, and I had hoped that next time around, she could be loved like she deserved, and maybe she could love her child too.

I twitched as I felt a weight on my shoulder and I looked over to see Jake there. The image of my fist going through his face was so vivid it took a half second as I struggled to separate reality from a desire so strong that I could already feel it. The crunch of bone beneath my knuckles, the whimper of pain, the hot gush of blood, the satisfaction. I glanced between us to his family. His only family. I wasn’t part of it, never had been never would be, I was simply a stranger that was going to fade away into collective memory, and then, likely even from that too. I wasn’t stupid. I knew my place. I wondered if his precious family knew why he was really here. How the lawyers had called him over things that he had purchased over twenty years ago and now he was here, to take every single one of those things away, so that nothing of him, no part of his existence that had spawned me could be traced back to him. He had even found a way to get a police search of my own house even though I had left Felicia when I was sixteen with nothing but the shirt on my back to make sure nothing was there either. There was a part of me that wanted to expose him, to shout to the world what he was doing, what he had done. But again. Who would listen to me? Pissed, and hurt, I brushed by him to go back to my corner but under all the surging memories, the pain, and the white hot fury I heard a soft growl, a command, as if he expected to hold some authority in my life after all this time. “Behave boy.” I left.

It had been three weeks since Felicia had been buried. I had taken the proffered week of bereavement but had only needed three days to wrap up her estate. Whatever Jake didn’t decide to take I had settled to donate to a few shelters around her area that helped battered women and children. They needed it all more than I did anyways. After that, I had gone for a drive. There really hadn’t been a destination in mind when I had headed out but I knew that anywhere was better than being stuck at home for four days without working and going out of my mind in my indignant rage at Jake. Funny. He had never once been in my life, and I could honestly say I didn’t know the last time I had thought about him as an individual and yet he expected to swoop in, do what he wanted, and leave. Just like he always did. Fuck that. Bermuda and I had gone out,between her and sleeping under the stars it had helped me forget. I didn’t know what it was but there was something about the purr that teetered on the cusp of a growl that came from a high performance engine that could make everything that little bit better. Besides, it had been a long winter and I missed taking the old girl out for a spin, even though it was still a bit muddy, I had decided that I had wanted her company more than Ralph, my old clunker of a winter car. It was on the last day that the text had come through, and now, as I drove home after another long day at work, I read it again.

“Cain.” I could practically hear it in her voice, but the urge to throw the device out the window had abated over time. “I know you likely don’t want to talk to me, we don’t know each other. But I think that could be handy. A fresh starting point. Nothing to lose, but maybe something to gain. It took me awhile to track down your number, I knew better than to ask your father for it.” The woman had at least some common sense. “I would like to get to know you. But if you don’t I do understand and don’t blame you. I’m not asking for you to make amends with Jake. I’m doing this on my own, because I know what it’s like to grow up without a father. If you would like to get back in touch, I’ll be here. Aurora.”

It had taken me a long while to figure out why I hated her so much, to distance myself from the childhood rage that wanted to hate everything to do with my father. I hated Aurora because she was kind. I hated her because I didn’t want to like her. She was innocent in this, more innocent than me likely, and while logically I knew that, it didn’t take the pain away. And yet, I had tortured myself several times a day looking at that damned message. It was a hand, reaching through the murk, the grey shadows of my existence and offered a kind touch that I didn’t know what to do with. I hadn’t dated much, expecting them all to be my mother and so far, I had yet to be disappointed. Part of me didn’t want to sully the pristine image I held of Aurora, the other part didn’t want to be disappointed when she turned out exactly like the rest of them.

Finally. After two weeks, and several cans of hard cider, I broke.

Cain: Hello Aurora, it’s Cain.

Lame, but what else was I going to say to someone I didn’t know. I looked at the steak in my fridge, knowing I should eat it but I couldn’t be fucked at the moment. I cracked another cider and drank half the can and sat heavily in my recliner. Work had been rough. The semi truck had seemed to have a mind of it’s own and decided that she was going to be stubborn that day. My knuckled ached from slamming them into steel trying to undo a particularly stubborn bolt, my foot throbbed from where I had had half the drive shaft land on it because some dumb ass didn’t put the supports in the proper place. In short, I was tired, in pain, and yes, slightly tipsy.

Aurora: Cain, it’s good to hear from you. How are you? I’m sorry if I don’t respond quickly yet. Just making dinner.

I appreciated that she didn’t bring up Jake in any way, it helped me separate her from that aspect of my life. I took another sip of my cider, my mind flashing to the steak again. I really should consider eating something. I took another sip.

Cain: I’m alright. Long day. Feel like I went a round against Conor McGregor or something today.

I didn’t know why I was being honest, it was just, nice I supposed, this informal form of communication. I flipped through the channels and settled on watching some sports highlights though I couldn’t care less about them at the moment. I finished my cider and finally the alcohol seemed to be taking affect as all the aches faded away. They’d be back, and I knew that, but this could at least give me some relief before bed.

Cain: What did you decide to make for dinner?

Aurora: I’m sorry that you feel so badly, and though I had to Google who you were talking about I think you could give him a good run for his money. And simple tonight, I found a recipe online about chicken breasts with a sauce made of sausage, onions, and mushrooms. Did you eat anything? I think we’re still on the same time for a little.

Cain: Too tired. I had some juiced and fermented fruit and that’ll work until breakfast. Though yours does sound tasty. I think Conor could kick my ass since some inanimate objects did that very well today.

Aurora: You do need to eat. And it is so far, I used hot Italian sausage for the flavors, it pairs well with the chicken. And what kicked your ass today? I regularly test gravity to make sure it still works!

I laughed in spite of myself.

Cain: Could be interesting to try. And just some parts on the truck I was working on, she was a grumpy old girl and decided to take it out on me.

She sent me the Food Wishes recipe and I glanced through it making note of what was there, maybe I’d pick the things I needed up tomorrow before I came home and give it a try. It did sound good after all, and best of all, simple. In fact, most of the recipes here seemed simple. Though I enjoyed cooking here and there, I was no culinary master and this seemed doable at least. We talked for several more hours. Aurora was surprisingly pleasant to talk to once I opened myself up to the possibility, the alcohol likely helped a lot though too. We talked about cooking, about Chopped, and my guilty pleasure Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives. It was nice. To talk to another person I mean, I wasn’t exactly a social creature and usually kept my own company unless I went out for drinks with the guys on a Friday night, even then, I usually didn’t stay long.

The next several weeks went by in standard routine and yet, they stuck out, because of Aurora. Despite my best efforts to lock her out of my life, pretending that that night had just been a mistake I had talked with her daily, sometimes nothing more than an exchange of good mornings. More often than not though we spent hours talking, well into the night, and once or twice, most of the way through it before she made some comment about her old body needing to rest. It always made me roll my eyes at the thought and let her sleep, convincing myself to let her go to bed early the next day. Not that it ever really worked though. And what I didn’t even notice, that slowly, I came to know her as Aurora, not Jake’s Aurora. Slowly, she wormed her way into my life, talking about her life, about Natalie, Ember, and Hannah in ways that had nothing to do with Jake, and I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I needed that. This feeling that not everything was about him. Call me selfish.

Aurora: I am in town, want to do coffee? I head back tonight.

I stopped on my way out of work, the guys all around me piling into their own trucks and hollering about it being payday. The half wild Celts always seemed to act like payday was this mystical thing that happened rarely rather than twice a month on a rather consistent schedule. I frowned, wondering why she was in town, to my knowledge there was nothing here that appealed to her. Still though, I did want to do coffee, we had started to do a phone call here and there and this seemed like a logical step.

Cain: Sure, just got done work. Let me clean up.

Aurora: Take your time, I found a cute little place that has excellent pastries by the smell of it.

Half an hour later I nosed Bermuda into a parking space that barely held her and got out of the car. The warm summer day was barely humid, just enough to be noticed. I looked around, not seeing Aurora I walked towards the small cafe on the corner of Fifth and Windsor. I had seen it more than once but given that I had only seen small little old ladies and rather, hipster, looking teens entering and exiting the establishment, I had avoided it. I stepped inside and was greeted to the smell of freshly brewing coffee and baked butter and chocolate. Oh yeah. Aurora hadn’t been kidding. This smelled like heaven. I turned as saw Aurora in a corner, we exchanged waves. I ordered and walked towards her.

She looked, good. And good was such a poor word for what I saw in her. She wore a strappy dress that though it was sedate enough, it still cupped her in all the right ways. Her breasts were full and cupped by the white floral print silk, her dark hair was plaited in a loose style that seemed to highlight her beauty in ways that I couldn’t even describe. The occasional strand of white a highlight, as though she had twined silver silk into her hair. She smiled at me as I sat, her eyes wandering over me, appraising me too, would be my guess. I had worn a black tee and her eyes lingered on the sleeve I had from fingertips to where it disappeared from view under the shirt but spanned across my chest and other parts of my body in an intricate pattern of design and geometry that had been added to over the years. She was trying to make sense of it, would be my guess. I wished her luck. But as she looked back at me she tilted her head, like a bird, or a cat. It was oddly, endearing. “Your eyes are two different colors?”

Fuck. I had forgotten to wear the god damned fucking contact. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! I closed my right eye. And muttered an apology. But she startled me, she got up and walked over, cupping my cheek in a soft touch, her skin warm, her fingertips brushing my skin sending small jolts through my entire body. I didn’t know what to do, no one had ever touched me like this. Ever. She ran the fingers of her other hand over my cheek, the shell of my ear, my eyebrow, my jaw, my lips. “Open your eye Cain.” Her voice was soft, tender, and though there was no force behind her words, it felt like a command that struck me straight in the chest. But what broke me was the whisper that followed on those soft lips that glistened with gloss. “Please.”

I slowly complied. Watching her carefully, ready to close it again the moment disgust tinged her features, the moment that always came. With everyone else. Aurora surprised me yet again, staying still, tilting her head back and forth slowly as she studied me carefully, her touch never faltering, her tender expression never cracking. “I am assuming you’re not blind?” I shook my head, it was blurry, and a bit hazy out of that eye and was prone to give me migraines once in awhile it did see. Though only issue with the massive cornea damage to it was that I had a restriction on my license. And the look. It was an off white color, more white then grey, the white was always a little bloodshot and never opened quite as much as it’s twin. I had unfortunately inherited Jake’s denim blue, a fact that I’m sure made Felicia hate me even more, especially since I looked like him too. It had driven her mad. Here I was, a defective version of everything she had lost. But as Aurora looked at me, as she touched me with a tenderness that I had never before experienced, I didn’t feel defective. I didn’t feel broken. I felt, like I might matter, at least a little.

“You are so handsome,” her voice came out so soft that I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to hear it. She kept touching me, kept making me feel all these things that I didn’t know what to do with. She ran her fingers through my hair, going back to stroking the highlights of my face. Only after a long time, I don’t know how long, I didn’t really want it to end, did she go back to her side. I missed her touch, but the kindness of her expression was still there. I could make do with that at least. Maybe, maybe this is what it felt like to have someone care about you. It was weird. Yet, despite myself, I enjoyed it.

Hours flew by as we talked, I felt relaxed, exposed, and yet I didn’t mind. Because as exposed as I felt, I didn’t feel alone. We talked about everything, nothing, about Natalie falling in with the wrong group of people and how Aurora was worried, I gave some pointers on how to help reach her and not shove her away, Having been young and angst once upon a time I knew how to help, not hinder. Aurora opened up about having grown up without her father, who had died when she was very young in a car accident. I felt badly for her, but she at least had her two older brothers Carl and Mark that had helped a lot, and unlike Felicia, Elise sounded like she had at least been a good mother. I also found out then that Jake and Aurora were not married, engaged for twenty odd years, but not married, I could tell that it bothered her despite her attempt to brush it off after I asked about the small ring on her finger. I opened up a little about the nightmare that my past had been, the general parts of it anyways. The way that Felicia had threatened to sell me just to get her next fix, things like that. She seemed awed by me, and though a part of me enjoyed it, the greater part was uncomfortable by it, I wasn’t some super hero or something. And finally, after some time, the dreaded topic came up, I hadn’t even known she had heard everything.

“So, why did you get into that fight?”

I knew exactly which one she was talking about, the one that had happened at the King George, and the reason that Hannah had flushed prettily when she was introduced to me. I looked to her and sighed, “If I told you that you don’t want to know, would you listen?”

“Consider it payback for the ring question.”

I squirmed a bit, Aurora’s eyes were penetrating, not in condemnation, or even judgement, but in kindness and in understanding. I took a long sip of coffee, trying to think of where to start. “I was sitting at the bar, I saw Hannah walk in with her then boyfriend, they sat next to me and started talking, Kevin wanting to know why they were here for a funeral of a woman that neither of them knew. He kept being rude about it. Hannah, stood up and said that’s what family does, and though she hadn’t met me, she would hope that her half-brother would do the same for her should Jake died. I can’t deny it, if Jake had died before Felicia I wouldn’t have shown up, but the fact Hannah did, the fact she was standing up for someone she didn’t even know, taught me that someone could be kind. Until then, and now you, I always thought that kindness was something people used day to day, a finite resource. It explained why no one had any left for me. Anyways, when Hannah went to use the bathroom and Kevin started flirting with the waitress and another girl nearby, I couldn’t stand it. Someone as kind as she didn’t deserve to be treated like she was replaceable. She is unique in this world, well, she is like you.” I amended and looked down at Aurora, her green eyes were glassy and I swallowed hard and finished quickly. “So, I lost my temper and gave him some facial reconstruction.” Thankfully, the waitress had vouched it was self defence against the slimy prick and I hadn’t been charged with abuse. But that, not my drinking, was why Jake had been so angry with me. I was a wild card, a scandal waiting to happen.

“Really?” Aurora’s voice was quiet, shaky. “Hannah never talks about it and the only time I brought it up to Jake he got so mad he refused to talk to me for three days.”

“Yes,” I didn’t envy her Jake and his tantrums, “despite looking like one of the bad guys, I did hang onto my honor, if not my soul.”

She came over, her tears falling down her cheek and I pulled her into my arms, an intimate hold,with her sitting on my lap, her slight frame dwarfed by me as I rocked her slowly, wiping away her tears. I held her tightly, trying to give her strength and comfort and knowing that I was failing miserably at both. “Thank you,” she whispered brokenly, again and again as she pressed herself against me. “Thank you so much.” I felt, like a hero, like something I had done had finally been a good thing. It took a long while but finally Aurora got herself mostly under control, though her eyes were still shimmery as she looked at me, her hand on my cheek. “I hope that Hannah meets someone that values her, that cares for her, that can protect her, just like you.”

Six Months Later.

“Why the fuck are corsets so fucking complicated.” I growled at the material that refused to budge at my insistence, the cords on the back denying me the access to what I wanted most. Her breasts, I could never get enough of them, the soft flesh that tasted like heaven on my tongue.

“Just fuck me,” her plea came out in a breathy moan, a whimper of need and desire. “We don’t have that much time, please. We need to hurry.” I knew that, but Christ it felt all kinds or wrong to not taste those beautiful globes at least once. Still though, her palming my cock beneath my slacks was driving me crazy, I couldn’t take it much longer. “Please.”

Her moaned begging snapped something inside of me, some gentlemanly urge stripped away until the feral desire that I did my best to lock up and control came to the forefront. I slammed her against the wall of the closet, the small place making our intimate encounter all the more personal. “I just couldn’t take it seeing you like this, looking all dressed in white, some virgin goddess, the demon in me just had to defile you.” Her giggle faded into a moan as I sunk my teeth into her shoulder, on the crook where the neck met and would be covered by hair for the ceremony. I had defiled her, often, and this was nothing new. She scrabbled for me to get my slacks down and I moaned at the feel of her soft hands, manicured nails teasing the sensitive organ and I nearly came right there, wouldn’t that be embarrassing, and disappointing. I hissed down at her. “Spread your legs.” I didn’t even have to say now as she complied willingly, her whole body shuddering with her own pent up lusts. This wedding planning had taken too much of our time together and we were both starving for each other, this was going to be hard, fast, and feral. I’d make up for it later.

“Oh yes, please, please baby please!” I covered her mouth with a hand as I slid into her, her body tight around me though she was so wet I was sure it would seep through the white lace of her dress. I couldn’t care less. I slid home. The only one that I had come to know. I growled into her skin, doing my best to keep my own sounds quiet enough that we wouldn’t have a voyeur on our intimacy, though, given how badly I wanted this right now I doubted I would stop, even if someone did open the door. Her muffled ecstasy felt tickled my palm as her nails sunk into my shirt, crinkling the ironed and starched shirt that had taken me forever to get just right. All well, if it was going to get wrinkled, this was the perfect way.

“Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” She tightened even more in her arousal, she always loved when I dirty talked to her. It drove her just as crazy as her moaning and panting did for me. I slammed into her, again and again, my thrusts feral and erratic as I drove into her, desperately, achingly. I hungered for her, for this. I wasn’t going to last. “Oh fuck girl, you need to be coming soon or I am going to be right jack ass.”

She pulled my hand aside, “Oh yes baby, I’m with you, I’m with you oh yessss!” She hissed out the last word as she climaxed and I joined her, filling her with my seed and warmth, I shuddered around her, cradling her, covering her in soft kisses. Christ, I needed this woman, she drove me wild, and yet she secured me. “Get going,” she panted out, kissing me firmly, “I need to go to the bathroom and freshen up and you need to be ready. I’ll see you soon.” I nodded but kissed her once more for good measure.

I made my way through the crowd, unnoticed, even though I stood head and shoulder above most of them. It was amusing in a sad way, that I could pretty much be a wraith. I stopped and poured some artificial tears into my eyes and sighed in relief. Aurora had taught me about these things awhile ago and they were a god send. I looked down to see Hannah with her father, she looked beautiful in her dress, though she did look flustered, Jake didn’t look any better, in his tailored suit, he looked agitated and angry. His voice came out a demand more than a question. “Have you seen Aurora?”

“Yes, I saw her cum by me a little over five minutes ago.”

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