Question: it has taken them two weeks from the border to Munz, and they haven't found a bathtub anywhere and thus sorted out the I-kinda-don't-wanna-undress-problem already? I mean, I think I get your explanation, but first of all, eurgh (and on the clean sheets, too), and secondly I think it'd have manifested itself before Munz.
*reads on* Also, they've been shooed away by Shufti to have a wash, and then there's dinner and stuff, and then... Anyway, I believe that needs fixing.
I told you already how I feel about their arriving. Exactly how I imagined it.
I'm not really sure even Mal can line a not-eve-one-year-old girl up and make her sing filthy songs for Polly. So maybe there should be another kid between her and Jack?
- She wants to shed them like a skin that’s grown too small, leave them behind (burn them), forget what happened.
That, and the whole two paragraphs, is quite beautiful. And it's so... sad, how they're taking these tiny little steps to get reaquainted with normality and it doesn't work. (Cruel!)
And the end! Still not all right, but better, which is really all one could ask. Also, I dig the butterfly. Even though it's technically winter.
Oh, that was lovely and cruel and heartbreaking and lovely.
Okay, yes. Two weeks. However it's two weeks with no money what-so-ever, not even army IOUs. So no inns, and (remarkably) no abandonned buildings with convenient bath-tubs and humerous board-of-tourism-inspired wall-paper. (They would look a bit like rose buds from a distance, but if you looked closely, you'd see they were actually tiny beets. Welcome to Borog(ra)via. ;-)
Agreed about the extra kid. Possibly Tilly (short for Tilda). Or not. :-)
Re: Shufti & Bathing: Yes, good point. This does need fixing. :-) Also, note: They actually slept on top of the blankets, rather than getting under the sheets. Partly out of respect for whoever is currently doing the washing, but mostly out of exhaustion, I think. :-)
Re: Beautiful: Yay! :-D <*Is delighted and honoured all to pieces*>
Re: Cruel: How 'bout realistic?
After going through that, they're going to be completely neurotic (although, what with being in the League, Mal was probably at least part-way there already).
They're going to have nighmares for a long time (although they'll be there to comfort each other when they wake, shaking, in the night), and they will flinch at the sound of heavy feet, or slamming doors. There will be days where they'll be prickly and angry (sniping at each other, pressing each other's buttons unconsciously-on-purpose) because residual fear and guilt and anger will have built up enough to start spilling over -- they may or may not entirely realize why they're doing it until one or the other of them twigs to the fact that it's late autumn April 13th again. And then, maybe, they'll cry together, or just hold onto each other in silence, until whatever private hurricanes they're going through have been weathered.
There will be days that are fine right up until something slips out, or a memory hits, and they come upon one of those huge, deep, sucking chasms that you can only back away from, and... they'll get by.
So, yes. 'Better' is all they can hope for at this point. Maybe in a year, or five years (when Shufti's had a few more kids to line up and sing scandalous-but-not-really songs at Polly -- I confess, I kind of want to write that... Tilly and Jack singing something that sounds totally innocent until you realize that it's all double entendres, and Polly blushing furiously, and Mal in an apron, and cappuccino cream frosting on a cake that, really, is burnt to a cinder. And balloons. Just so it can be done. ;-) Maybe by then, they'll be more than better.
Yes, 'realistic' is what I meant. PTSD is pretty likely at this point (...damn), although there are people who survive traumatic events without ever developing a stress disorder. Some people say there's a genetic disposition, but no-one seems to be quite sure. And even if they don't, it's still not sunshine and daisies.
Re: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: Yep, that it is. (Urk...). Definitely not sunshine and daisies, at the very least. :-)
Re: Apron Fic: <*giggle*> I will do what I can. :-)
Hey, random bit of information you totally don't need: I seem to be having trouble getting back into my relatively-sunshine-&-daisies ficverse after writing this. Believe it or not. It's kind of wierd.
I'm trying to write that thing where they Deal with the whole Vanya thing and why Mal doesn't ever want to be touched Like That ever again. By anyone. Including Polly who only has the sweetest and most loveing intentions in mind. :-) And it's a real neusance because my brain keeps chiming in with "But she can't run her fingers through Polly's hair -- it all got shaved off, remember?" or "But they wouldn't possibly be ready for that kind of intimacy after all that. Not yet!" And other stuff like that there.
As such, Mal-inna-Apron fic might work as a nice transition. :-)
Re: Dinner: Evening Meal (not to be confused with Lunch, noon-time meal... Some places they're called Supper and Dinner, I think. Um?)
Also, Re: Dinner: My husband gets home at, like, 7:30pm. Given that he used to get home at, like, 11:30pm, we've decided to just have dinner together when he gets home. :-) Deal with it, says I. ;-)
Re: Juggling ficverses: Yay! Continuity! :-D (Although, granted, there's some (largely sexual) scenarios that I'd like to write that just can't work in the Amazon!Verse due to their relationship only getting started areound the point when Polly becomes an Officer. She wouldn't likely be on Guard Duty in Lancre (with Mal teasing her mercilessly by telling her about this play where two guardsmen are on duty and one of them talks the other to orgasm -- a play that actually exists, we had it in my highschool library, no less) as an officer. And I do *so* want to give her a reason to enjoy her Dress-Uniform skirt. ;-) <*sigh*> But, yes. Continuity is handy that way. :-)
Re: Apron!fic: I think this one is leaning a bit more towards Amazon-ish-ness, just to warn you. Also: There is at least one slightly bleak bit, but it's not too bad. :-) There *are* lyrics with questionable content, though! :-D A Borog(ra)vian song about eating cake (totally appropriate for a birthday, wouldn't you say? The kids really liked it. :-) And there's a poem (although it does not get declaimed on Mal's knees, because it's more personal than that. :-) That male adolescent doesn't stand a chance. ;-)
Re: Time zones: Oh, er. :-\ Woops. ;-) Clearly I didn't catch that bit. ;-)
Re: Skirt Fic: Hehehe. You know, I don't think I ever claimed that I wasn't a tease. :-D
Re: More personal: Well, that's the thing. I think she'd probably have little, if any, problem declaiming rhyming inuendo on her knees. (This is the same woman, after, all, who lined up a couple of under-ten-year-olds and had them sing about sex cake). However the poem in question is very bad written on the subject of the Healing Process and Polly's very important roll therein. As such it deals with (or at least hints at) things that the Neurotic Twosome have decided Not to Talk About in front of the family, in order to spare them the nightmares. See? Make a bit more sense now? :-D
Yep, makes more sense :D Although I have to wonder why Mal would try to work out these things in a poem. Though that might be her natural affinity for dramatic effect.
Re: Poem: She's not working them out. She's *expressing* them (having already worked them out, at least enough to be able to articulate them, in her own head). and she's doing so in a heartfelt and eloquent way (at least that's the theory) all to naturally dramatic effect. I hope. ;-)
It's an abstract poem. There's rhyme, but no specific meter.
Re: reading it: Still working. It's... wierd. It's all broken up into pieces, and I need to sort of... condense it so that only the important bits are there.
The skirt-fic is coming along (slowly, but it's coming... I don't do 'talk dirty to me' very well. I can write about it happening, but I have no idea how someone would atually *talk* about, well, the meticulous way they would go about performing extended cunilingus due to the easy access provided by the recipient wearing a skirt instead of trousers. At least not without sounding either really crass, really laughably stupid, or really... like the way I write when I'm describing it (flowery much?)... so I'm not actually letting Mal do much talking. I'm just discussing Polly's reactions to what Mal is telling her. We'll see if it works. :-)
Also, while I think that Mal might have a flowery approach to dirty talking (I mean, she must have read some books, right?), Polly might go a more literal route and be all, "... do what on my what?
Re: Pun: Oog. I have the urge to thump my head against my desk in woe, while, at the same time, to also giggle maddly at the truth of it. <*sigh*> That's the reaction puns normally provoke in me, though, so: Meh! :-D
Re: Fic: Fic is, er, moving quickly towards the climax in a very litteral way.
Note: Am now wondering if I can work in the following:
"Just wait 'til I get my hands on you," Polly grumbled, flushed with embarrassment... er... yes. That was it. Embarrassment. Mal's amused chuckle, which could only be called anticipatory, was possibly worse than any double-entendre she could have offered. "I'd rather like it if you got your hands on me, actually," she answered. "But you'll have to wait 'til I'm done with you."
*reads on* Also, they've been shooed away by Shufti to have a wash, and then there's dinner and stuff, and then... Anyway, I believe that needs fixing.
I told you already how I feel about their arriving. Exactly how I imagined it.
I'm not really sure even Mal can line a not-eve-one-year-old girl up and make her sing filthy songs for Polly. So maybe there should be another kid between her and Jack?
- She wants to shed them like a skin that’s grown too small, leave them behind (burn them), forget what happened.
That, and the whole two paragraphs, is quite beautiful. And it's so... sad, how they're taking these tiny little steps to get reaquainted with normality and it doesn't work. (Cruel!)
And the end! Still not all right, but better, which is really all one could ask. Also, I dig the butterfly. Even though it's technically winter.
Oh, that was lovely and cruel and heartbreaking and lovely.
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Of course there does. :-D
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However it's two weeks with no money what-so-ever, not even army IOUs. So no inns, and (remarkably) no abandonned buildings with convenient bath-tubs and humerous board-of-tourism-inspired wall-paper. (They would look a bit like rose buds from a distance, but if you looked closely, you'd see they were actually tiny beets. Welcome to Borog(ra)via. ;-)
Agreed about the extra kid. Possibly Tilly (short for Tilda). Or not. :-)
Re: Shufti & Bathing: Yes, good point. This does need fixing. :-)
Also, note: They actually slept on top of the blankets, rather than getting under the sheets. Partly out of respect for whoever is currently doing the washing, but mostly out of exhaustion, I think. :-)
Re: Beautiful: Yay! :-D <*Is delighted and honoured all to pieces*>
Re: Cruel: How 'bout realistic?
After going through that, they're going to be completely neurotic (although, what with being in the League, Mal was probably at least part-way there already).
They're going to have nighmares for a long time (although they'll be there to comfort each other when they wake, shaking, in the night), and they will flinch at the sound of heavy feet, or slamming doors.
There will be days where they'll be prickly and angry (sniping at each other, pressing each other's buttons unconsciously-on-purpose) because residual fear and guilt and anger will have built up enough to start spilling over -- they may or may not entirely realize why they're doing it until one or the other of them twigs to the fact that it's late autumn April 13th again. And then, maybe, they'll cry together, or just hold onto each other in silence, until whatever private hurricanes they're going through have been weathered.
There will be days that are fine right up until something slips out, or a memory hits, and they come upon one of those huge, deep, sucking chasms that you can only back away from, and... they'll get by.
So, yes. 'Better' is all they can hope for at this point. Maybe in a year, or five years (when Shufti's had a few more kids to line up and sing scandalous-but-not-really songs at Polly -- I confess, I kind of want to write that... Tilly and Jack singing something that sounds totally innocent until you realize that it's all double entendres, and Polly blushing furiously, and Mal in an apron, and cappuccino cream frosting on a cake that, really, is burnt to a cinder. And balloons. Just so it can be done. ;-) Maybe by then, they'll be more than better.
But, for now, 'better' will have to do. :-)
I'm glad that you dig the butterfly. :-)
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We're cruel.
Mal-inna-apron fic would be appreciated :D
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Re: Apron Fic: <*giggle*> I will do what I can. :-)
Hey, random bit of information you totally don't need: I seem to be having trouble getting back into my relatively-sunshine-&-daisies ficverse after writing this. Believe it or not. It's kind of wierd.
I'm trying to write that thing where they Deal with the whole Vanya thing and why Mal doesn't ever want to be touched Like That ever again. By anyone. Including Polly who only has the sweetest and most loveing intentions in mind. :-)
And it's a real neusance because my brain keeps chiming in with "But she can't run her fingers through Polly's hair -- it all got shaved off, remember?" or "But they wouldn't possibly be ready for that kind of intimacy after all that. Not yet!" And other stuff like that there.
As such, Mal-inna-Apron fic might work as a nice transition. :-)
Oo! Dinner time! Must dash. :-D
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
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You have dinner at weird times XD
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Also, Re: Dinner: My husband gets home at, like, 7:30pm. Given that he used to get home at, like, 11:30pm, we've decided to just have dinner together when he gets home. :-) Deal with it, says I. ;-)
Re: Juggling ficverses: Yay! Continuity! :-D (Although, granted, there's some (largely sexual) scenarios that I'd like to write that just can't work in the Amazon!Verse due to their relationship only getting started areound the point when Polly becomes an Officer. She wouldn't likely be on Guard Duty in Lancre (with Mal teasing her mercilessly by telling her about this play where two guardsmen are on duty and one of them talks the other to orgasm -- a play that actually exists, we had it in my highschool library, no less) as an officer. And I do *so* want to give her a reason to enjoy her Dress-Uniform skirt. ;-)
<*sigh*>
But, yes. Continuity is handy that way. :-)
Re: Apron!fic: I think this one is leaning a bit more towards Amazon-ish-ness, just to warn you. Also: There is at least one slightly bleak bit, but it's not too bad. :-) There *are* lyrics with questionable content, though! :-D A Borog(ra)vian song about eating cake (totally appropriate for a birthday, wouldn't you say? The kids really liked it. :-)
And there's a poem (although it does not get declaimed on Mal's knees, because it's more personal than that. :-) That male adolescent doesn't stand a chance. ;-)
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And I do *so* want to give her a reason to enjoy her Dress-Uniform skirt. ;-)
Just write it and say it's AU and the post it for us all to see, you tease
(although it does not get declaimed on Mal's knees, because it's more personal than that. :-)
I am confused. More personal?
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Re: Skirt Fic: Hehehe. You know, I don't think I ever claimed that I wasn't a tease. :-D
Re: More personal: Well, that's the thing. I think she'd probably have little, if any, problem declaiming rhyming inuendo on her knees. (This is the same woman, after, all, who lined up a couple of under-ten-year-olds and had them sing about sex cake). However the poem in question is very bad written on the subject of the Healing Process and Polly's very important roll therein. As such it deals with (or at least hints at) things that the Neurotic Twosome have decided Not to Talk About in front of the family, in order to spare them the nightmares.
See?
Make a bit more sense now? :-D
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Yep, makes more sense :D Although I have to wonder why Mal would try to work out these things in a poem. Though that might be her natural affinity for dramatic effect.
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Re: Poem: She's not working them out. She's *expressing* them (having already worked them out, at least enough to be able to articulate them, in her own head). and she's doing so in a heartfelt and eloquent way (at least that's the theory) all to naturally dramatic effect. I hope. ;-)
:-D
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But I'm glad she's worked them out and I'd like to read it now plz.
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Re: reading it: Still working. It's... wierd. It's all broken up into pieces, and I need to sort of... condense it so that only the important bits are there.
The skirt-fic is coming along (slowly, but it's coming... I don't do 'talk dirty to me' very well. I can write about it happening, but I have no idea how someone would atually *talk* about, well, the meticulous way they would go about performing extended cunilingus due to the easy access provided by the recipient wearing a skirt instead of trousers. At least not without sounding either really crass, really laughably stupid, or really... like the way I write when I'm describing it (flowery much?)... so I'm not actually letting Mal do much talking. I'm just discussing Polly's reactions to what Mal is telling her.
We'll see if it works. :-)
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omg a pun is impending
Also, while I think that Mal might have a flowery approach to dirty talking (I mean, she must have read some books, right?), Polly might go a more literal route and be all, "... do what on my what?
Which could be all kinds of hilarious, I think.
Write fic now plz. :D
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<*sigh*>
That's the reaction puns normally provoke in me, though, so: Meh! :-D
Re: Fic: Fic is, er, moving quickly towards the climax in a very litteral way.
Note: Am now wondering if I can work in the following:
"Just wait 'til I get my hands on you," Polly grumbled, flushed with embarrassment... er... yes. That was it. Embarrassment.
Mal's amused chuckle, which could only be called anticipatory, was possibly worse than any double-entendre she could have offered.
"I'd rather like it if you got your hands on me, actually," she answered. "But you'll have to wait 'til I'm done with you."
Or, well, something like that, anyway... :-)
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