Words: ca. 4,500 Setting: mAU Lemon: no Content: Imagery of drowning and being lost at sea. Angst. Various mentions of death. Song: Not named after a single song, the story is titled after a concept album of the same name. Each titled section is based on one of the songs in the suite.
The Ninth Wave.
“Wave after wave, each mightier than the last,
Till last minute, a ninth one, gathering half the deep,
And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged,
Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame.”
-Alfred Tennyson
There wasn’t any particular reason why Elsa took the boat out by herself in the evening. It just felt like the sea was calling to her and she wanted to get out of the flat.
The song her mother used to sing before her passing had been playing on her mind a lot.
Where the north wind meets the sea, there’s a river full of memory,
Dive down deep into her sound, for in this river all is found.
Answers were definitely something she yearned for. That was probably what was drawing her to the water. That songs promise for clarity. Her head hadn’t stopped spinning since Anna had messaged her that morning.
Anna <3
Hey sis, I saw a super cute library earlier and it reminded me of you. I had to text you cuz I know you love them. Maybe we can visit it soon…I miss you. Hope you’re okay.
Elsa hadn’t replied to any of Anna’s messages for a long time. It wasn’t Anna’s fault and it wasn’t because Elsa didn’t want to talk to her. It was just that she liked her too much and it was better to just stay away from her. Anna had wanted the same things, had even been eager to give Elsa everything she wanted.
It wasn’t like Elsa wanted to ignore her, it was just that she wanted to keep Anna safe. What they had been doing wasn’t right. It had been long enough that she was becoming fearful of forgetting what her voice sounded like. That had made the bad days so difficult. But she kept telling herself that you’ve got to make sacrifices for the people you love sometimes. Even if it hurts you. How could you say you love someone and just let them be ridiculed and possibly ostracized from most societies. That’s what would happen if people found out about them. It just isn’t worth that. You aren’t supposed to love your sister that way.
Lost in her own head, she’d steered the boat further and further out to sea. Not really paying attention. Now there was no sign of anything and the wind was billowing around her viciously. Making the boat difficult to control. The waves tossing her about like a sardine in a tin. Elsa hadn’t really been thinking clearly. So full of anxiety over all the thoughts that she hadn’t checked the weather reports or gone out at a safer time of day.
Now she didn’t know how she was supposed to get back to shore. It was so dark and she couldn’t orient herself properly. She’d been so full of anxiety over all the thoughts that she hadn’t checked the weather reports.
The waves kept growing larger. Making the boat rock and swing side to side. Rising and falling so much that she kept getting thrown hard against the deck. Waves crashed over her head faster than she could get up. Her feet slipped repeatedly on the soaked floor. The boat filling up with water.
Elsa just managed to pull on the life jacket as she was thrown overboard.
And dream of sheep
The tiny battery powered light on her life jacket blinks brightly like a beacon. Elsa floats alone in the ocean. Surrounded by nothing at all except the water and the sky above her.
It’s okay, she says to herself. Surely, if rescuers come, they won’t take me for a piece of driftwood. They will recognise her as a living thing, won’t they? They will see her racing white horses and realize she’s a person.
It’s so awfully quiet. What she wouldn’t give for something to listen to, even something stupid on the radio. Basic pop songs or dudes talking about silly things. Anything to keep her mind away from the horrors of what’s unfolding.
Things her mother has told her keep coming to mind as she’s floating. Things that used to scare her. When she was young her mother had scolded her for falling asleep in the bath. She has said that she might turn over in her sleep and drown. But she wants to sleep so desperately. To black out and be disconnected from what’s happening to her. A realistic desire to be granted an easy escape. Her fingers and toes are numb and it’s so cold. There is no way to fathom what creatures dwell beneath her.
Why did I do this, what was I thinking. It was stupid.
The idea that she might not wake up keeps bringing forth comforting memories. The memory of when she used to have nightmares and seek out her sister’s warmth. Standing next to Anna as she slept. Not wanting to wake her but knowing she would notice her presence. She always noticed. The way she would lift the sheets for Elsa to climb in next to her.
“Come and cuddle with me.” she’d say.
There’s something contradictory in her desires both to stay awake and be lulled to sleep. Her body grows colder and weaker and it becomes harder to ignore the exhaustion. Slowly she drifts away, into sleep.
Under Ice
It’s wonderful.
Everywhere is so white.
The lake has frozen over.
Not a soul on the ice.
Only me.
The only sound to be heard is the rhythmic pumping of the skaters legs sawing the surface of a great lake. Legs moving swiftly from side to side as she carves little lines on the surface. Increasing in tempo with every slice she makes.
Above her head, a storm is starting to brew. Dark clouds erupt out of the blue to fill the sky and darken everything beneath them.
As she glides like a figure skater, somewhere in the distance, she hears a voice calling for her.
Horrifying in its urgency.
“Elsa!”
One word can say so many things. This one word telling her to come home. Please come back. I’m worried about you. Please come to safety. There is danger here.
Elsa ignores it. Rushing over the ice with reckless abandon. Flying on silver heels. Rejecting the anxious cries in the distance. Gliding further and further away.
Cutting out her little lines.
Racing straight into the mouth of the oncoming storm. The pointed knives of her boots slashing and striking every inch they touch.
Skating relentlessly, deeper into the darkness.
A great rumbling sound pierces the scene. A deep guttural cracking that vibrates beneath her feet.
There’s a dull thudding coming from somewhere, she can hear it coming from behind her. Curiosity overcomes her and she brings herself to a halt. Turning to look back where she just came.
A once pristine sheet of ice, now ravished by a thousand harsh lines. Something smooth and pristine now rough and jagged.
Mutilated.
The sound isn’t coming from above the ice. It’s down underneath.
Under ice.
Visible faintly beneath the surface.
They are clawing and punching at the prison they are encased within. Trying to get out of the freezing water beneath.
Elsa moves closer.
As if from far away, she can hear her mother singing her lullaby.
Dive down deep into her sound.
But not too far or you’ll be drowned.
Peering into the cloudy surface with narrowed eyes. They have pale skin and white blonde hair fanning out around their face like a halo.
Eyes freakishly large. Petrified. Thrashing in terror.
It’s me.
Fingers scraping uselessly against an impenetrable force field. Stains of bright red contrast oddly with the complete whiteness of all things.
It’s me.
As Elsa leans closer, the mouth opens wide, unable to hold breath any longer. Drinking death.
Fingers slacken against the surface, screeching horribly as the body grows still.
Floating upwards. Face pressing against the ice.
Recognition sucks all the air from the world and everything evaporates.
It’s me!”
Waking the witch
“Wake up!”
“Good morning.”
“Come on Elsa, please wake up.”
“The sky’s awake, so I’m awake, so we have to play.”
“Push me on the swings Elsa!”
“Look, it’s snowing!”
“Why are we not friends anymore?”
“I miss you Elsa,”
“I know you’re worried Elsa, but you can talk to me.”
“Can you just let me in, please?.”
“Wake up sleepy head.”
I’m sorry Anna.
“Elsa, why are you ignoring me?”
“Why are you still laying in bed, get up silly!”
“Wake up”
“Wake up child”
I can’t wake up. I’m sorry.
“But Elsa, can you not see that little light up there?”
“Anna?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“There!” the little voice replies.
Why does a little light matter anyway?
“It’s over there, can you not see?”
“Where?”
“You must wake up Elsa.”
It’s no use.
Sinking deeper into dreams.
“In her waters, deep and true, lie the answers and a path for you.”
Deeper and deeper.
“Over here!”
That voice is from somewhere different. Coming from another time, a different place.
“Don’t you know you’ve kept them waiting?”
Her sister wafts like smoke in front of her and she’d like to reach out a hand to touch her. Maybe she’s coming to invite her on a bike ride or to grab a coffee. Maybe they’ll scrape their knees riding home. Forgetting to pull the breaks like they did when they were kids.
Deeper and deeper.
As her hand reaches upwards to touch, the vision disintegrates. Everything is dark and no light can be found.
It’s not Anna who’s come to see her…It’s the inquisitor.
Pounding drums and Latin music engulf her on all sides. The sound of chanting in strange tongues. A crowd singing in latin prayer. Maybe this is a nightmare, maybe a callback to a past life somehow. Maybe she is in hell.
Spiritus sanctus in nomine
Spiritus sanctus in nomine
Spiritus sanctus in nomine
Elsa walks barefoot across leaf strewn ground. Twigs snagging at the soles of her feet. Making them weep red tears as the crowd heckles. Great black wings rest heavily on her back. Unable to open up and fly. Useless broken wings.
Deus et dei domino
Deus et dei domino
Deus et dei domino
With every step she can feel the heavy tug. Every step is slow and exhausting as she walks without choice to her watery tomb.
The inquisitor twirls around her. Face twisting and morphing, neither solid or liquid. More like vapor.
Each face in the crowd is eerily familiar.
Thousands of mirrored images. A face she’s seen pale and drowned, staring at her with unconcealed venom. Despising every facet of her existence.
Wishing she would die.
As the inquisitor twirls the cape and stomps around her, the face shifts and dances. Melting to take different shapes. Sometimes the face looks like herself, sometimes her mother or her father. Sometimes it’s Anna.
Anna, looking at her with all the hatred that Elsa reserves for herself.
Elsa can’t escape this time. There’s a stone tied around her leg.
“Why did you push me away like that?” the thing growls.
“I don’t know.”
“Tell the truth, confess to me,”
“I-I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You left me alone.”
“I’m sorry Anna, please understand. I love you.”
“What the hell did I do to you?”
“Nothing. You did nothing Anna. I am just broken. There’s something wrong with me. It’s not your fault. Please listen to me, it’s not your fault!”
As the words leave her lips they distort and crackle like a broken television.
Warbling and dropping, they keep changing into something toxic and harsh on the way out of her mouth.
The thing that sometimes wears her sister’s face turns away.
Rejecting her.
Help me, there’s a stone around my leg.
“Don’t go, Help me, help me, listen to me, please listen, help me Anna, talk to them!”
Her voice just won’t work. It cracks like a whip and it makes her wince.
The thing turns to face her. Smiling too wide. Both recognisable and like nothing she’s ever seen.
“I question your innocence,” it snarls.
“I never wanted to hurt anybody, I just…I just…I thought if I pushed you away I’d stop loving you the wrong way, please understand.”
You don’t understand, there’s a stone around my leg.
“You’re a witch.” said the thing that looked like her sister. The crowd cheers. Singing their agreement. Her wings hang limp and useless by her sides. Pointless things, cumbersome and heavy.
Elsa reaches the platform. Standing high above her own grave.
“What say you good people?” the inquisitor cries, holding arms out wide, grinning with that almost familiar smile.
“Guilty!”
“Guilty!”
“Guilty!”
The weight of the stone pulls her down into the depths before she can even scream.
Now her wings are in the water. Useless, broken wings.
Above the water, the inquisitor lets out an amused laugh.
“Not guilty, damn.”
As she’s dying she hears them shouting. Commanding her pointlessly, fruitlessly, to get out of the water. Laughing because she’s helpless.
“Get out of the waves, get out of the water!”
But I can’t. There’s a stone around my leg.
Watching you without me
The drip of water rings together with the ticking of the clock.
Elsa watches Anna waiting for her. Maybe she’s a ghost. A soul separating from a body as life starts to wane. A bizarre out of body experience. Maybe she’s already dead and just hasn’t noticed.
How precious communication seems when you’re dying and unable to say anything.
Somewhere far away she can still feel the eb and flow of cold water as she bob’s out to sea like a buoy. Words come from cracked numb lips that can barely move.
“You can’t hear me, you can’t hear me, you can’t hear what I’m saying, do you?”
It’s funny how now she’s ready to speak, it’s impossible. Elsa wonders if this is a common thing to feel upon dying. To have so many things to say and no way to say them.
It wasn’t your fault Anna. I never meant to hurt you. I just…I can’t explain it. The reasons are so complex. I didn’t know how to tell you. I wanted to be with you but I convinced myself staying away was the right thing to do. I know it was wrong. But that’s what the mind can do. It suffocates life not only within you but in everything that touches you. I know you love me too and I wish I could have loved you back the way you deserved.
Now she finds herself about to experience the most enormous event to ever occur to her aside from life itself and she must do it alone. Knowing Anna will not understand why she was abandoned.
All she wants is to be close to Anna again. To play one more game of charades. To sneak into the kitchens to steal chocolate. So many tiny things that can seem insignificant in life but truly mean everything.
To let her know what happened. That she does love her, more than anything. That what others will say means nothing in comparison to Anna being happy.
Elsa wonders how many connections are severed from inexplicable accidents. How many people exist in the world who should be together but can never be. How unfair life is.
“You can’t hear me, you can’t feel me, I’m here in the room with you now. Just look and you’ll see me.”
If only she could go back to before she went on that cursed trip. When she was convincing herself to keep running away. Maybe she would ask her past self some questions.
If you knew you were about to die…
Whose company would you find yourself in?
Who are you saying goodbye to?
Who are you saying I love you to?
Who are you thinking about when you realize that you will never, ever see them again?
Elsa’s always known the answers. But it’s only now that it hits her with full force. Now that she has no choice but to face the truth.
Anna.
It’s always been Anna.
Anna is like my little light. My life jacket. I was never supposed to leave her.
Elsa thinks of the fleetingness of life. How it can be taken without a moment’s warning. Most people don’t wake up one day and think, oh I better go to all my loved ones and express the truest and deepest feelings I have for them because I’m going to die in an hour.
For so many there is no way to say goodbye.
My little light.
For so long all she wanted was to be freed by the everlasting peace of solitude.
To be in control of just one thing like she could never control her own mind. To be able to protect Anna.
But death is so sudden and final. Forcing yourself away from love isn’t giving anybody a better life. It’s just condemning yourself to pain.
Elsa wants to see Anna’s face. To be close to her.
Moving or floating she can’t really tell. She gazes at her sister laying on the floor with her feet up against the clock. Watching the clock tick. Waiting for Elsa. Elsa wants to comfort her. To say sorry. To tell her to keep going and to be hopeful.
Time moves fast here, Anna fidgets and moves around the room. Restless, anxious, pacing. Tears streaming down her freckled face.
I’m sorry I never replied, oh Anna, don’t cry, don’t you know you’re my little light.
Never in her turmoil, had she thought about the empty space she might leave behind. What happens to Anna when she’s forced to live in pain at the loss of her. Elsa always thought that she would be better off without her. Anna doesn’t deserve the hatred that comes with what they feel for each other.
Don’t ignore me, please see me, let me in, don’t be long.
Nothing. Anna can’t see her.
Seeing her sister like this. Broken just like she was once in life. With nothing there to warp her perception. The clarity of truth is the most painful thing you’ll ever have to face.
I’ve got to go now, I’m about to die, I wish I could tell you, I wish you could hear me.
“I love you Anna. ”
Jig of life
Can’t you see where memories are kept bright,
Tripping on the water like a laughing girl,
Time in her eyes is spawning past life,
One with the ocean and the woman unfurled,
Holding all the love, it waits for you here,
Catch us now for I am your future,
A kiss on the wind and we’ll make the land,
Come over to where when lingers,
Waiting in this empty world,
Waiting for then when the life spray cools,
For now does ride in on the curl of the wave,
And you will dance with me in the sunlit pools,
We are of the going water and the gone,
We are of water in the holy land of water,
And all that’s to come runs in,
With the thrust on the strand.
-John Carder Bush
As she floats in the neverending abyss of the open ocean. Detaching from all things physical. Things start to dance in front of her. She welcomes them. A woman unfurls herself from the waves and stands before her. Wrinkled face smiling at her with so much love. Not like the faces of the fever dreams, kind and sympathetic. Hair turned grey with age. But the face is still unmistakable.
“Hello old lady,” says Elsa softly.
“I know your face well.”
The old lady looks down at her. Apart from the signs of aging, symmetrical to herself in every single way.
“Now is the place where the crossroads meet, will you look into the future?”
Elsa is intrigued by the apparition but curiously accepting. After all she’s seen this just makes sense. When you are at death’s door, all moments of life meet and dance as one. Past, present and future are simultaneous, continuous and eternal. Only when one steps outside of that time stream can one understand that every moment of life has always belonged and been as one.
Elsa’s older self takes her cold, wet hand in her own. It’s comfortably warm and welcoming.
“Let me live.” she pleads.
“How? I am Dying, I feel I am already dead.”
“Come on and let me live girl.”
“How can I?”
“Elsa, this moment in time doesn’t belong to you anymore, it belongs to me”
“But I am you.”
“Where on your palm is my little line, when you’re written in mine as an old memory?”
More figures erupt from the ocean with every crash of the waves. Standing as tall and real as the ocean itself.
A curious feeling to know that the Elsa in front of her has already lived a complete life. Maybe we can never really be alone because we are connected to ourselves. All moments linked in a long chain from past to present to future.
Moments in time begin rushing and dancing around her. So many moments of a long life lived. A life that’s so much longer than she can believe.
Is this all still a dream?
Anna and Elsa embracing. Elsa drenched and crying. Kissing the ground and smiling wider than she’s ever smiled.
Elsa telling Anna all the things she should have said a long time ago. Anna crying as she embraces her.
Anna looking at her with eyes full of so much love.
“Elsa, I’m waiting for you.”
Anna kissing Elsa on the brow and wrapping a scarf around her shoulders. Comforting her from nightmares and bringing her bowls of her favorite food.
Anna and Elsa running around in a rainstorm in nothing but t-shirts and splashing in puddles. Ruining their clothes and not caring one bit.
Kissing in the rain. Looking much older than they are now.
The dance of life is relentless. A kaleidoscope of color and moments. Pain and suffering mixing seamlessly with the beautiful and the comforting.
“You see, you can’t die Elsa dear, your life has only begun.”
Elsa lips curve in a small smile as she watches her own life.
“Come home Elsa.”
“How can I come home?”
“Your little light Elsa.”
What little light?
Curiously detached. Maybe once the imagery of her kissing Anna would have created wonderful blissful feelings. Now it just seems like her life is just a film that she’s seen a thousand times. Just lots of moments to stack around herself like building blocks.
“I’ll put this moment here.”
“I’ll put this moment here.”
Arranging the moments of her life like she’s stacking shoes on a shoe rack. Taking stock of an existence full of small moments.
“Over here!”
That voice.
Elsa detaches from her own body completely.
Hello earth
Elsa looks at her new toy. Equal parts bemused and awed. When she reaches her hand up in front of her face, she can blot the whole thing out.
“Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo little earth” she giggles like a child.
You can be anywhere if you detach from the physical. Elsa finds herself here, so far away that she can see the whole earth in her vision. The strangest feeling overcomes her looking at the little ball. A curious desire to protect it and nurture it. To see it for what it really is, small and fragile like all the people who walk upon it.
The freedom of being able to be anywhere all at once brings up so many ideas. could be anywhere, yet she finds herself out here, of the earth and yet not a part of it.
“Peek-a-boo little earth”
Playing her game.
Then she’s driving down the road with Anna in the back seat of her car, snoring softly with her hair covering her face.
She will have to get her some hot chocolate or something when they get home, Anna’s always liked hot drinks before bed and she must be exhausted. It’s very important and she must not forget.
Some part of her would like to just keep driving around with Anna, listening to something on the radio. Not saying anything but feeling completely connected.
I need to look up at the sky.
The thought comes suddenly and she can’t resist its beckoning. Elsa parks the car on the side of the road. Stepping outside and closing the door carefully so Anna doesn’t wake.
When she’s walked for a while down the dimly lit path, she stops and looks up at the sky.
The stars are all so bright, a million tiny jewels glittering against the pitch black curtain of the night. There’s something much brighter than everything else up there. Maybe it’s a comet, or a shooting star.
A little light.
“Look at it go!” Elsa cries, she can’t help herself. The sight of it fills her with a joy she can’t explain.
“Look at that little light go!”
The little light is shining in her eyes and as she stares it seems to absorb her. Then she’s back above the world. Watching herself get on the boat.
Elsa wants to call out, to scream at herself to just go home. To her real home.
Get out of the waves, get out of the water.
Some truths are universal. Everybody can suffer and all living beings will die. No amount of understanding can prevent that. So no call to run to safety can mar this storm. Elsa’s voice cannot be heard.
Out of the cloudburst, the head of the tempest.
Now she’s weeping, not just for the loss of her life, but for every person. Every soul.
There she is. Lost at sea. The little light on her life jacket blinking in the darkness. It hurts so much to learn lessons when it’s too late.
The voice is calling for her again.
“Deeper, deeper, somewhere in the deep, there is a light.”
In the depths of sorrow there is always a light. Thinking of Anna, she lets herself fade away.
Go to sleep Elsa.
The morning fog.
The light is blinding. It’s like she’s falling, being born again into the sweet morning fog. The ground feels like it’s moving underneath her like the waves. Unable to walk steadily, she sinks to her knees gratefully onto the sand. Everything is so bright and it’s beautiful. Crying with happiness and relief. By some miracle she has been rescued. Perhaps her wish was granted and they really did spot her little light.
Overcome with elation, she kisses the ground. Elsa has died and been reborn over and over. Gone from the spiritual to the physical to the surreal. Now she’s fallen like a stone onto dry land and she’s been given another chance.
Her mother was right after all. Water holds memories and it holds the truth. The only thing she can think about as the sun shines hot on her sodden skin is finding Anna. To kiss her and hug her and never ever let her go again.
To tell her that after all she’s been through, she can love her better now.
Words: ca. 5,500 Setting: Solarpunk AU Lemon: no Content: Angst, nudity
It had been a long time since Anna had seen an Old-World style city. Overhead, there loomed shiny steel towers with sparkling windows that let one peer into identical dreary offices. Her eyes were drawn downwards towards the blurred wide streets that passed by. Quaint vehicles in similar styles passed by in a myriad of vivid colors. Large billboards- readable even from the train- held a dazzling array of advertisements for every thing imaginable. There were even little strange delights that one might see in a glance, like a tiny restaurant or little saplings.
Anna took in the delightfully strange view and couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to live here. But then, maybe it would be like living in a tourist location. Was this a tourist location? She supposed that it must be, considering how dedicated it seemed to be to replicating the Old World.
Anna pulled out her smart device, and her legs began to bounce. Today was her first day at the new archive she had been transferred to, and there was no way she was going to come unprepared. Not that she was quite sure how she would, but re-reading the email and texts couldn’t hurt.
Today would be the day and everything would go great. This, she felt sure of. She had been transferred because of her specialty, and everyone else there would be similarly skilled. They could even become new friends that bonded over the materials being archived! Yes, this would be amazing.
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The train slowly chugged to a halt. Anna glanced at the display and determined that yes, this was her stop. She got up, gathered her things, and braved the first step onto the platform. With her destination in walking distance, the nerves almost seemed to be louder.
Would she be in a shiny steel tower? A dingy underground tunnel? Some mix of the two crammed in a nook?
Her question was quickly answered as she laid eyes on the archive building. A squat thing, compared to the skyscrapers next to it. Wide, shaped similarly to an octahedron and made of sun-bleached bricks that were at some point tan. The roof was similarly simple, black and flat- likely with an access. Completely old-fashioned, but more something you would find outside of a city.
Anna grinned when she approached the sliding glass door and saw that the carpeted entryway appeared to be lit by some green light. Her first thought was to wave her hand under it and stare when her hand did indeed change color. Okay, this place was already great.
Behind the front desk stood a brown-haired woman who appeared to be reorganizing its contents, with a book next to her. Anna, in turn, stepped up and greeted her potential new friend and colleague.
“Hey there, I’m Anna!”
The woman looked up.
“Oh, hello, my name is Belle.”
“I’m sorry, it’s a little early now. We’re not currently open to the public,” she said.
“Wh- oh! No, no I work here. Or well, I work here now, today’s my first day,” Anna replied.
“Oh! I’m so sorry,” said Belle.
“No no, it’s okay.”
“Okay well, do you want me to show you around?”
“That would be great, thanks!”
“Here,” Belle gestured behind her towards a room that seemed more brightly lit than the rest of the archive, “this is the office we have.”
Anna stepped over the threshold and very nearly swooned. The room itself had a large, rectangular central table that held veritable mountains of Old World artifacts. Aside from the straight-backed wooden chairs tucked under it, there were also cozy armchairs in a corner with a table. Said corner appeared to have the materials to make several different types of coffee. That would definitely be appreciated.
“Oh wow…”
“Isn’t it amazing? I just love all the things that people used to write. Here! Look at this old newspaper!” Belle shoved a random yellowed old paper at Anna.
“Woah, slow down!” Anna shouted, on the verge of laughter.
She then looked at the headline proper, trying to make sense of the words in her face.
‘West Point cadet earns Soldier’s Medal for his dying act’
Anna blinked. She had a suspicion that people being dead was not what Belle was referring to, but boy if that wasn’t unfortunate. More than unfortunate, tragic even.
“Wait, what? That’s not nice at all.”
Belle’s eyebrows raised as she checked the headline and blanched. She then casually placed the newspaper back without breaking eye contact.
“Well, most of them. Some are just terribly sad.”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
“You think it’ll become relevant to some historian?” asked Belle.
“Oh, totally. People are crazy for anecdotes about people from the past, especially if they’re sad.” replied Anna.
After their initial discussion, the two got to proper work. The items would not catalogue themselves, and someone had to make sure that no visitors were lost or messed up the organization. That was what Anna enjoyed the most, the feel of ancient objects beneath her hands, and the scent of aged papers and books. There was nothing quite like it.
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“See you tomorrow!” shouted Anna as she left, waving to Belle.
Once outside, she felt alive again. The fresh air felt delightful in her nose, though the brightness from the sun compared to the archives burned momentarily. Working there would take some getting used to, especially with the sheer lack of windows.
What was with the Old World and their decidedly bipolar stance on windows anyways? The walls seemed to either be all windows or just forgo natural light. What a weird place, and wow it must be weird having to be a building inspector in such a place.
Dazed with thoughts of her surroundings, Anna very nearly missed the desperate looking gorgeous woman.
‘Wait, what?’
Her brain screeched to a halt as she took in all of the elements of what was going on. Panicked pacing. Repeated running of fingers through hair. A vehicle. A woman that made Anna’s heart clench just by looking at her. A woman that needed help! She stumbled a bit as her legs were still somewhat frozen instead of moving to help.
When she approached, Anna could hear the woman murmuring to herself, “No, no, no, no…”
Anna cleared her throat and said, “Heya! You look g- like you need help. Yes. Is everything okay?”
The woman looked at Anna and said, “No, not particularly.”
“What’s wrong?” asked Anna.
“My car won’t turn on. I fear that I won’t be able to get home now,” she replied, biting her lip.
“Oh! Why don’t you take the train until someone fixes it?”
The woman blinked a few times. “The train?”
Anna smiled and said, “Well yeah! I mean, how else do you get around?”
“With a car?” said the woman.
‘Oh. They were called cars.’ “Ah. Yes, I guess- yeah. Yeah that would make sense. But you’ve taken the train before, right?” asked Anna.
“I actually haven’t. Guess I just never needed to before,” she replied.
“Oh! Well, why don’t you do that? That should get you home!” said Anna.
The woman fidgeted in place for a moment, with a look of discomfort that flashed across her face. “I uh, wouldn’t know how.”
“That’s okay, I could help you,” said Anna.
“Really?” something like gratitude emanated from her, though Anna wasn’t sure if that’s what it was.
“Yes. Really. I won’t let the train monster eat you.”
“Thewhat?”
——————–
Anna sat on the train right next to the woman to whom she definitely felt no attraction. Said woman had the demeanor and timidity of a newborn fawn, and was very nearly attached to Anna’s elbow. Not that Anna minded, or that anybody else would notice. Her posture was so perfectly rigid that it was wholly possible that she might have become a statue in the interim.
“So, what’s your name?”
The woman started, then said: “My name? Oh, it’s Elsa.”
“Hey Elsa, mine’s Anna.”
“Anna huh? Well, I thank you for all of the help. Truly.”
“It’s no problem at all! Do you need help again tomorrow? Cause I can do that. Not that I would, if you don’t want me to.”
Elsa let out the tiniest giggle. Anna very nearly died on the spot.
“I would be most grateful, but I’ll be okay.”
“You sure? I mean, we left your car back there.”
“Oh yes, that was not mine, per se.”
“It wasn’t?”
“No, no you have to understand. Cars in the city are not only self-driving, but rented from a communal pool. It decreases the amount of waste.”
“…Huh, I wouldn’t think that. Y’know, with this being in the style of the Old World.”
“A lot of people wouldn’t. But you have to remember that the city is modernized, even if the style is old.”
“Yeah, I guess that’d make sense, huh.”
“Mmhm.”
Elsa smiled at Anna, who promptly realized that she needed to check her smart device. Her cheeks burned as she dug around beneath her seat. Eventually, she was forced to emerge when she realized that Elsa had stood up.
Elsa waved daintily at her, as she took a shaky step away from the seat.
“Well, this is my stop.”
Anna couldn’t help but feel disappointment well up in her chest. “See you, then.”
“I hope so. We’ll probably see each other tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
And it did. It really, really did.
——————–
Anna took two steps, fell onto her bed, and screamed into the pillow. Her mind raced with possibilities and hypotheticals that had opened up that day. She could barely hold still and kicked her legs. It occurred to her that it might be somewhat of an overreaction, given that everything that happened was today.
She swung her legs off the side, hyperventilated, and dialed her best friend with shaky hands. There was no way she could sit still, not now, not with these possibilities!
“Maren. Maren you’re not gonna believe this!” Anna practically squealed.
“Believe what? Gee Anna, you’re excited. See a pretty girl out there?” replied Honeymaren. Anna could almost hear the smirk.
“YES!”
Maren laughed and said, “Yeah? How’d that go?”
“Oh. My gosh. It went amazingly! I helped her, and she smiled, and she laughed, and oh gosh Maren, she was super pretty! I think we could actually be friends!”
“And you’re gay, Anna.”
“Uh, yeah?”
“I’m happy for you. Hope everything goes well with the woman you just met today.”
“Stereotypes, Maren! They exist for a reason!”
“Heh, yeah, I guess they do.”
Anna spun in a circle and told Honeymaren about the rest of her day. She felt on top of the world, nothing could stop her. She had a job, she had a friend, she had a new one! Dizzy with excitement, she lay down and laughed for a long while.
She went to bed that night truly happy.
——————–
Anna did not expect Elsa to get on the train one morning. She expected even less for her to get on the train, and beeline directly next to her. But there they were, sitting on the train together in silence.
Elsa didn’t say anything, but her posture relaxed the most miniscule fraction when she reached the seat next to Anna. Maybe she just wasn’t a morning person. Regardless, Anna definitely was not against this update.
Though they occasionally saw each other after work and spoke, it was rare for Elsa to ride the train afterwards and a non-occurrence in the morning. Well, until this morning. Maybe there was some emergency?
Anna sat quietly, contemplating what might have happened. When Elsa did not make the first move, she decided to. Someone had to.
“So uh, morning train?”
“Yes, there’s less people and it’s easier than sitting through traffic.”
Anna glanced out the window at the smoothly flowing vehicles, and at the packed train compartment. The train was definitely easier than cars, and by far faster.
“I getcha. Not a big people person, are you?”
“No, not really. I prefer to be by myself normally.”
“Huh, really?”
Elsa’s fists tightened by her sides. “Yeah.”
Anna didn’t press further, but decided that if Elsa deemed her good enough to suffer for, that made everything worth it. The small crush she had nursed on Elsa when they first met had bloomed into something of far greater magnitude the longer they knew each other.
Was Elsa even gay? She certainly gave off Ice Queen vibes. Heck, she didn’t even like people! But Anna hadn’t seen her with anyone else or heard her mention a significant other, so maybe there was a chance? And, even if Anna had no chance, she still wanted to be friends with Elsa. From what little she did know, Elsa seemed like a good person and someone to be around.
Maybe the key was patience. After all, it wasn’t like her job was in danger or that Elsa was going to get killed by an axe murderer. And there were those things known as honeymoon feelings, right? When you first meet someone. Yes, she would need to be patient, and let a proper relationship develop.
These were the things she thought about as she walked into the archive that day. Belle smiled knowingly at the bounce in her step.
“Did something good happen to you?”
“I’d say! You ever wonder what The One would be like?”
“Oh! Have I ever! Those types of stories are my favorites. Why, do you think you’ve met them or something?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure, but I think, maybe? Yes? I hope?”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Uh, yeah!”
Anna found that Belle was very much a kindred spirit in the type of books that they liked. That, especially when it came to fairy tales and the tropes contained within them. Who didn’t love a good story with true love and maybe some chopping of things? No, seriously, there was a lot of chopping. Would Elsa have to chop something off of her?!
‘Now you’re just being silly,’ she thought.
Though it didn’t quite translate into being a love expert, it certainly felt exciting to discuss the traits that Anna would want in someone and have to reciprocate. Healthy relationships and healthy pining was very important, according to the stories. Well maybe healthy wasn’t the word, but Anna liked to be healthy!
After that day, Anna found herself to be in an agreeable if unspoken contract with Elsa. In the mornings and afternoons, they would ride the train together from and until Elsa’s stop. Sometimes, they would chat and others, they would sit in silence. Eventually, Anna felt the comfort of them just sitting together twice daily.
——————–
Anna lay on her bed, grinning like a fool after getting off a call with Elsa. There was a heady rush that she felt every time that they communicated, and this was no different. That was a lie, this time was different. This time, she and Elsa had agreed to go get something to eat in the city. The city! She was beginning to get used to such a place.
They were getting food together, since Elsa had been appalled to find out that Anna had never eaten a chocolate milkshake before. Anna, for her own part, felt deeply excited for two reasons. The first being chocolate. The second being that she was going on a pseudo-date with Elsa, unless it was just getting food between friends? Regardless, they were going to do something together that took time out of both of their days!
Maren said Elsa was totally head-over-heels for her, but she could never be sure. Some people were just like that with close friends, and what if she made it weird by accident? No, she would be patient and watch for signs of interest from Elsa. Big ones that were hard to miss, like asking huskily to kiss you.
That’s what people did, right? It was a point of ongoing contention, but she could burn that bridge when she got to it. Until then, she just had to get ready for their milkshake date. There was no way it could go wrong, considering it had two of her favorite things in the world: chocolate and Elsa.
Until then, she just had to bask in the giddy excitement, which would probably give way to anxiety soon!
——————–
No way she should have agreed to getting milkshakes in an Old-World style city. What was wrong with her?
‘Oh, just the world’s biggest crush. It’s fine.’
Anna breathed heavily, and then took another breath for good measure. Instead of going back home on the train, Elsa wanted them to go in a car because that was the best way to reach the place. A car! What sort of archaic, unwalkable city required those to go any deeper than several blocks away from stations? They even drove themselves! It would be terrifying, it would be odd, and it would be one of the most exciting things she had ever experienced.
If she had ever been in a car, it would have been a long time before, when she still lived in such a city as a child. If not, then this would be her first time. Would there be exhilaration that required her to cling to Elsa? Would there be danger as the AI malfunctioned (or perhaps, functioned too well) and spun them into danger? Oh, the possibilities!
When she arrived at their designated meeting spot, Anna spotted Elsa stood next to a lime green car.
‘I wonder how common cars that shade of green are.’
“Hey, what’s up? Sorry I’m a bit late, got held up by this dude.”
Elsa raised a brow, “Oh?”
“Yeah, I know, right? He was all ‘I want to see this artifact’ and I was like ‘No, that one is sensitive’. And then he got super mad because it was apparently more valuable to him than anyone in the world (which is totally false), and stormed off.”
“Artifacts?”
“What? Oh yeah, I’m an archivist.”
By this point, their conversation had moved to the inside of the car. Anna marveled at how simple but close-down the car was, not to mention its slowness! What a delightful if strange electric machine. She didn’t think that she’d start using them over the train, but they didn’t seem to be as much of deathtraps as in the Old World.
“Wow, you must see all sorts of crazy things.”
“Oh nah, not really. It’s mostly papers and stuff. Rocks too, there sure are a lot of old rocks that people used.”
Elsa shook with a silent laugh. “Rocks are very useful, I don’t know why you’d disparage them.”
“I’m not! I’m just saying. Say, what do you do, Miss Stinker?”
“I’m a building inspector. I make sure that everything’s up to code, and that places aren’t just massive hazards waiting to kill people.”
“Wait, seriously? That has to be rough in a city like this.”
“It has its moments. You’d be surprised at how many people try to be exceptions and then get mad when they’re shot down repeatedly. I don’t even want to start about the people who’re hired specifically to bother us until we let things happen.”
“Wow, that’s incredible. And you do this every day?”
“I mean yes, but a lot of it is emails and meetings. It’s rather dry, I’d imagine, compared to what you do.”
“Girl, what I do is the definition of dry and dusty.”
“True.”
They lapsed into a comfortable silence that lasted until they arrived at the restaurant. There, Anna noticed that she had accidentally placed her hand on top of Elsa’s on the ride. She carefully retracted it before Elsa could notice, red tingeing her cheeks once more. Elsa couldn’t be that observant, right? She was looking out the window the whole time!
Anna decided to not bring it up and get out of the car. The building they were in front of seemed interesting. It continued the tradition of having massive windows and a fairly drab interior, though she supposed that a checker-patterned floor could be worse. It also had a humongous parking lot, which made sense but also, why?
Inside, Elsa picked out an available booth and sat them down, where they would then be able to obtain the fabled chocolate milkshakes.
As they waited, Anna noticed Elsa seemed more fidgety than normal. Which was to say that she was fidgeting at all, given that she typically had the fidget habits of a statue. Maybe she was sick or something?
Finally, Elsa broke the tension just as the milkshakes arrived. Anna felt awed in being able to bear witness to the thick, chocolatey goodness that had been delivered to them in large cups. She took a large sip and realized that Elsa ambushed her. Verbally.
“Anna. I think that,” she took a deep breath and wiped her hands on her pants, “I think that I like you a lot. More than like, I think.”
Anna horked up her milkshake, froze, and attempted to process what Elsa had just said. Elsa was in love with her? The milkshake was delicious. And Elsa was in love.
She trembled and said, “Does that mean I can kiss you?”
“Yes.”
With the consent given, she threw herself at Elsa and kissed her hard. Well, first they bonked their noses painfully together. After recovering, they were able to have the long kiss that Anna had longed for.
——————–
Everything seemed wonderful, Anna felt that things were on the up and up. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong, and that’s what worried her.
She was currently curled up on her bed, thinking about all the ways things could go wrong. The ways she could make things go wrong, intentionally or otherwise. The ways that she and Elsa could fail to communicate.
She thought of how lovely things could go, and how right it could all be. The ways everything could go near-perfectly, and being able to keep good communication in order to prevent problems before they became wretched.
It was hard not to think about Elsa, especially now that they were dating. Dating! Gosh, if nothing else, she made it this far. Now she just had to keep it up.
First though, she and Maren were going to have a girls’ night out, as a celebration.
——————–
It occurred to Anna that Elsa must have never left the city if she had never taken the train. That would explain her general tenseness where there had been a considerably lessened amount before. This time though, they headed back together to where Anna lived.
Anna supposed that an arcology would come as a complete shock. The style of such megastructures would be like nothing Elsa had ever seen. Would she become even more frightened, or would she grow curious? It would remain to be seen. More importantly, she would see the state of Anna’s apartment. They would spend time together, wander, and even sleep together. After all, she only had the one bed and didn’t mind.
When they arrived, Anna nearly burst into giggles at how Elsa stood agape at the structure. Before them lay a giant, sprawling ziggurat-like building, with open-air projections that allowed the sun to shine into the streets below. Upon every terrace stood out the green of gardens and creeping vines that curled down the sides and framed the large windows. The surrounding field was filled with tall flowers and a lake fed by a waterfall that began at the end of the terrace rivers. Anna could even see a few animals peeking out of the brush, where they would normally not be disturbed or otherwise unafraid of humans.
Elsa let out an awed breath.
“Wow…”
Anna linked hands with her, intertwining their fingers.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? Now you know how weird it feels for me to go into the city.”
“It is. Thank you for showing me your home, Anna.”
“What? No, sorry, I live in an apartment here. That’s how it works, y’know?”
“Oh! Yes, of course.”
“Want to explore or do you just want to go straight to my room?”
“I think,” Elsa swallowed and looked around, “I think I’ll explore the unknown.”
Anna nodded firmly and pulled her into the crowd.
——————–
Both Anna and Elsa lay on Anna’s bed, laughing hard. They were enjoying the other’s company after a long day of exploration. Anna cuddled up to Elsa, hugging her. Oh, that was bliss.
Eventually though, Elsa propped herself up on her elbow.
“Hey Anna?”
“Yes?”
“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”
“No, not at all, why would you even ask? I mean not that you shouldn’t, just that I thought it was implied.”
“Er, no, I meant bath. The bath, in your bathroom.”
“The bath? Wait, why?”
“Because I feel dirty, given how much we sweated outside. Plus, my job requires me to be presentable and not smelling badly.”
“Oh, well in that case, go right on ahead. Be my guest!”
“Okay, thank you so much.”
“But! One caveat.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“You have to let me join you.”
Elsa took pause, and stared. Then she asked, “Could we even both fit?”
“What? Oh, totally. The baths here are huge,” replied Anna.
“Well in that case, I accept your caveat.”
“Awesome!” Anna exclaimed, and pumped her fist.
Anna felt utterly giddy. Being able to take a bath with Elsa? That would be amazing, and they could help each other wash off and do all sorts of loving things in there like hug, and cuddle, and rub shampoo into the other’s scalp.
She would also see Elsa naked, and though they had been dating for a while, it would still be odd. And yet, maybe not, for they had always maintained a strictly romantic relationship. Seeing Elsa like that would simply be a cherry on top of her lovely personality and amazing looks clothed.
Elsa’s mouth had once more slackened when she saw what exactly a bathroom looked like in the arcology. Fitting with the theme, it seemed more pretending to be a miniature lake than a bathtub, with a ‘waterfall’ showerhead.
Anna went ahead and prepared the water for them to enter by the time that Elsa regained her senses. In a similarly short time, she also stripped naked and jumped in.
That was what sparked Elsa enough to move, or so Anna suspected, considering the beet red that her face had turned. Nevertheless, she too stripped and they relaxed in the bath together.
Just as Anna had predicted, they performed all the important rituals of being in a bath with another person, and better yet, the bath stayed warm. There was always a risk that the ambient temperature cooled the bath to something awfully tepid.
What Anna had not predicted was how soft Elsa was. All of her was soft, from her skin to her hair. She felt amazing and Anna loved it. This moment of tenderness struck her so, in that she forgot all her troubles and simply enjoyed her time together.
Afterwards, they lay down in fuzzy bathrobes to a greatly restful sleep.
——————–
One day, they had thought to perform a bonding activity at Elsa’s home. What could go wrong when revealing your backstory to another person in a show of the deepest trust? At least, Anna thought, blackmail seemed rather low on the list of Elsa’s priorities.
Besides, it was only fair that intimate activities be performed intermittently at the home of either, for both were the homes of both. That said, Anna had a preference for her apartment, and she had the distinct feeling that Elsa did too.
Anna sat with her back against the wall and rubbed a soothing circle into Elsa’s back with her fingertip.
“So, do you want to go first?”
“Sure.”
Anna leaned forward and said, “Okay, go.”
“Well, when I was a child, I had a younger sister. Can you believe that? She was just like you. It’s uncanny, really. But my parents split up in a nasty divorce while we were both still terribly young. I lived with my dad from then on.”
“For real?”
“Yep,” Elsa said, and then smiled. “Your turn.”
Anna winked, “Well, my parents did the same thing. I actually used to live in the city as a really little kid. Anyways, I don’t really remember my dad since I lived with mom.”
They both stopped for a moment, as that processed.
“Anna?”
“Yes, Elsa?”
“What was your mother’s name?”
“Iduna, why?”
Elsa blanched, and gaped. “My mother. Her name. It was also Iduna.”
Anna stared, and said, “Wait. Isn’t the age gap between us…?”
Elsa nodded, and then stood up.
“I think you should go.”
“Wait, Elsa!”
“No I just,” Elsa’s eyes flickered, “I need time to process this.”
“Okay. But we’ll meet up soon, right?”
Silence.
“Right?”
“I think I need more time than you think.”
Anna’s heart sank as she tried to process what just happened.
“I understand.”
“Thank you, Anna.”
Anna walked back to the train, her chest pounding, brain half-numb and half-empty in equal measure. This wasn’t fair. How was she supposed to know Elsa was her sister? They never had a chance to know, why did it have to be incest?
Sheknew how the people in the Old World felt about it, how taboo it was. Did the modern Old style cities carry the same values? If they did, she may well have lost the game. Would Elsa ever look at her the same, with anything other than embarrassment or shame?
She felt uncertain, and that scared her more than anything.
The ride back home felt the emptiest she had ever taken in her life.
——————–
Anna cursed herself, and cursed her mother. She squeezed the pillow as she sobbed at the unfairness of it all. Everything had been going well; curse the thought of revealing secrets that could ruin all!
——————–
The train ride to her job felt different now. Elsa no longer rode the bus with her every morning. The sky itself seemed greyed, and the steel towers seemed more like the jagged teeth of a monster that would eat her soul. The vehicles seemed like biting insects, squirming their way to every sensitive spot in the city. Soulless worker bees bustled their ways in identical offices and there was a complete dearth of little things, for they were little after all.
She barely noticed the train stopping, and found no joy in the green light of the archive. Even Belle seemed to notice her despondency, and came over with a sympathetic hand.
“Is something wrong?”
“Belle? I think fate actually hates me.”
“That bad?”
“Mhmm.”
“I don’t think it does. Maybe that wasn’t The One, and if it was, well the concept is silly to try and obtain in real life.”
“You’re right. I know you’re right, but it hurts.”
“Yeah, love is hard like that. But you’re a fighter, Anna. You’ll make the right choice.”
Anna let Belle pat her shoulder as she pored herself into her work. Maybe she could wait easier for Elsa’s response if she wasn’t focused on reality. The past stayed the past, but the future had a tendency to slip up close when one didn’t pay attention.
She could accept it if Elsa couldn’t handle the idea of accidentally committing incest. She could.
Then why did the thought hurt so bad?
——————–
Maren was the next person to give advice. And by advice, she came very close to punching Elsa’s teeth out for hurting Anna. Anna only barely was able to talk her down, though she was admittedly afraid herself to explain that the issue was actually that of an incestuous relationship.
But they were no longer taboo, not everywhere. Why then, was she so hesitant? Why did it consume her thoughts, the accident, before the revelation. Why should such a revelation consume her thoughts? It seemed odd, it seemed wrong.
If ignorance was bliss, then she begged for blissful ignorance to return to her.
——————–
[Elsa]: Meet me at the roof of the arcology at sunset.
[Anna]: Okay.
——————–
Anna stood nervously on the tip of the ‘pyramid’ by the viewing rail. There was, in fact, a platform for the express purpose of people being able to safely view the sunset from the top. Now she just had to wait for Elsa to show up.
Finally, she saw Elsa’s head emerge from the staircase, and the shoe that had lodged itself in her chest tingled with nervous butterflies. The relief that Elsa had even chosen to talk at all though, was like a bucket of warmth over her head.
Anna gave a wan smile and said, “Hey, I was waiting for you.”
Elsa smiled with her eyes and said, “Thank you.”
They then stood in silence for a while, gazing at the sunset, before Elsa said:
“I thought about it. Really, truly.”
“And?”
“And…” Elsa glanced at her, “I don’t think I could stop.”
“No?” Anna’s mind near melted from the shock and relief, and she fought to stay standing.
“No. Anna, I love you more than anything else. And I don’t think us being born to the same parents should occlude that, when we didn’t know each other before.”
“I love you too. Oh gosh, I thought you would- I didn’t- Elsa, ohh. Oh Elsa, I can’t express how much-” Anna gibbered, on the verge of tears.
“I’m sorry that I gave off a bad impression. It’s just that, well, incest is weird in the city. And I was wholly unprepared for the idea that I somehow engaged in it.”
Anna nodded. “I’m sorry if I was at all pushy about it, I just felt scared. To me, the concept of true love meant that even as siblings or not, we still fell in love and doesn’t that mean anything?”
“It does. It truly does. I’m glad to be back here with you.”
Anna smiled and pulled Elsa in close, facing the sunset. As they stood, she moved in and murmured into Elsa’s ear:
“You are NOT in a ‘silly cartoon’ anymore !!! IT’S THE REAL DEAL NOW !!!!!”…
- Bianca Drew, to Cartoon Cat after yet another murder
…You would have thought it would have just been some statement… But apparently, for Cartoon Cat…
…It wasn’t exactly THAT evident.
I saw this in a headcanon on Pinterest. Saying how Cartoon Cat was killing people out of pure cartoon shenanigans. I mean, if HE was unkillable, shape-shifting and physics-bending and logic-breaking and never knew anything else, how could he relate to people… just… dying ? And whatever you can say, cartoons ARE violent. It was said in the headcanon that he 'didn’t understand why you guys wouldn’t play along [what he was doing to them]’… How would he know…?
…Well, in my AU Bianca did that job for him. And how to say that…
…He’s not EXACTLY taking this well.
That’s the major switch on his comportment and in their dynamic (as for my previous headcanons)…! Bianca just (almost unwillingly) granted him consciousness of life-&-death-cycle, reality degrees in cartoons, body limits relating to these degrees and -last but not least- -consciousness of his own actions.And now he’s gonna have to cope with this.
…Yeah. He’s f**ked.
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(Oh, and it is way less 'serious’ of a thing, but that headcanon just gave a dumb little meme-y side idea, so I’m putting it with the rest since I’m at it. It -basically- resumes the whole principle of that headcanon in my AU. Here it comes. Enjoy, maybe.)
(Aaand there it was Thank you goodnight-)
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Anyway, I hope you liked my updating for these two. Sorry if it was dark, I just hope you like that headcanon as much as I do…!
Alright, thank you everybody.
Good night !✧
(“~Rodina~” Cartoon on Pinterest for the original headcanon)
