All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
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(warning: sexual content)
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"Why can't we do Guy Fawkes' Day here?" Lucy asked, quite upset by what the head of the Occasions Club was saying. "It's such a marvy festival- and fireworks are always wonderful!"
It reminded her of all the Balls she had attended in Narnia- from the very first one, after her and her siblings' coronation, to the very last, with her brother's beloved Caspian's. Anything that reminded her of Narnia- anything that made her heart glow, glow like the sunrays streaked across the Eastern Ocean- anything that made her feel loved- it was good, and she fought to have it in her life.
But, sadly, she didn't have much of it, no matter how hard she fought.

"The Animal Rights Club won't let us." The head, Marcella Pritchett, shrugged. "Frankly, that club does absolutely nothing but cry when they see pictures of puppies- but they told Graybow that the fireworks disturb the local fauna."

There was a collective blink, before one of them spoke out loud, "What local fauna!?"

"There are supposed to be some wolves and wildcats in the woods behind the school-" Another said, looking thoughtful, "but that's it! No one even goes into the forest, we can't be sure if they're still there. They're wild animals, though, they're built to overcome."

"Not really. You'd be surprised at what even animals cannot win against." Lucy said, her lips downturned. "But our fireworks are never too loud- we take care that it doesn't hurt anyone, by way of noise or air pollution."

"Exactly!" Marcella said, banging her hand on the table she sat at. "But stupid Gertie-" head of the Animal Rights Club, "and Graybow-" Headmistress of St. Finbar's, "refuse to see that."

"So, what are we supposed to do on the day?" Lucy asked, genuinely asking. "Sit inside, and read? I mean, I enjoy that- but we should do something for the occasion, shouldn't we? Perhaps a play on the Gunpowder Plot-"

"We don't have to do something on every occasion, you know." Anne Feathertone, one of Lucy's classmates, who'd joined only to get out of joining the lacrosse team, spoke up. "I mean- who even bloody cares? There's a war happening- people are dying-"

"And people need distractions." Marcella snapped. "I didn't start this club for fun, Anne. I did it because we all need breaks from the doom-and-gloom we read in the papers and hear on the radio."

There was uncomfortable silence. The few first and second-formers stayed quiet because the others stayed so- they were children still, and weren't as aware of the horrors happening in the world as the others in the room.

"I'm not saying they don't." Anne replied, her voice measured. She shouldn't back-chat a sixth-former- but she definitely wasn't going to be quiet. "But it feels- it feels tone-deaf. Putting up a play about a failed assassination attempt, while Germany attempts to murder so much of the population-"

"It's not about the assassination." Lucy spoke up- her voice was quiet, and she was one of the smallest individuals in the room, but everyone looked at her. "It's- it's about what it symbolised. Isn't it? It's about patriotism- and democracy- and- and the lengths people go to for what is right. It's about what is right."
She licked her lip, and looked around the room. She never really spoke up here- she was certain no one would listen to her. Because why should she? She was just a small child here, not a Queen or a warrior. She'd minded sometimes, because she liked being heard- but, generally, she'd gone with it, because what was the point?
But she was talking now- and they were listening.
"That's what the war is about, too. It's not about defeating the N-N-Nazis-" she disliked saying the word- they were so awful, "it's about standing up for what's right. What's good. And if, in putting up a play representing that also makes people chuffed and they grin- that's not a bad thing."

There was another, less uncomfortable but no less tense, silence.

"She's right." Marcella finally said. She was smiling for the first time that afternoon, and it actually reached her brown eyes. "You're right, Lily-"

"It's Lucy." She corrected meekly. "My name, it's-"

But Marcella ignored her, talking to Anne yet again.
"Has the kid's speech convinced you? Still want us to tuck in our shirts and keep our heads down? Or-" She looked at the club's members, and grinned, "or do we put up the best play about Guy Fawkes ever in boarding school history?"

The applause and cheers she had hoped for, didn't come.

Kid? Had Lucy heard right? But she and Anne were the same age!

"I heard they'll close schools from New Year's." The girl who had asked about the local fauna, said very loudly. No one looked surprised- there had been rumours like this every month. "I don't fancy spending my last few weeks here learning lines with that stuck-up Drama Club."

"The club from H-E-L-L." Someone at the back whispered very audibly, and giggles rang out.

"Guy Fawkes is in a week and a half." Marcella rolled her eyes, ignoring this. "You have two months after that to do whatever you like, if that rumour is true."

"Even a minute and a half with the Drama Club is torture." Anne shrugged. "They ruined Alice in Wonderland for me with the pantomime year before."

"It wasn't that bad." Lucy said fairly- she felt she had the right to speak on this, for Alice in Wonderland was one of her favourite stories.
Perhaps of all time. Even before she had gone into Narnia, she had loved the story- she'd begged her mum to read it to her almost every night. And if her mum was unable, then Susan or Peter. Nowadays, though, at bedtime, she read on her own. She wasn't a child.
She looked at her friend- Anne was one, and Marjorie Preston completed the occasional trio. She had been in the Occasions Club, too, but had decided to join Drama Club this term.
"I mean- Alice was miscast, I suppose-"

"The girl who played Alice, should've played the Cheshire Cat, with that smile. If you can call it that." And then Anne obliged with a far-too-wide leer of a smile, which made the first-formers burst into giggles again. "And at some point, the White Rabbit and March Hare and the Mad Hatter were being played by the same person."

Yes, Lucy remembered that.
Sanya, whom she had been sitting with, had pointed it out to her. Her sister-in-law hadn't read the book at that point, and she had asked very confusedly as to whether the three were supposed to merge into one hat-obsessed leporid lunatic.

She hadn't known what a leporid was- but she hadn't asked Sanya, mainly because she had become absorbed in the play again after that. She'd found out later- it was the family to which rabbits and hares belonged.

She wondered how Sanya had learnt that- reading about the animal kingdom wasn't part of her assigned research about this new world she had come to. Well, she read a lot- just like Edmund- no doubt she had a treasure-trove of knowledge to draw from.

"So, no play?" She said, looking to Marcella.
It wasn't like she'd have tried out for the play- because she was not an actor, and definitely not pretty enough for the stage or anything of note. But she liked helping backstage- with the sets, and the costumes, and whatever else was needed, and she always glowed with pride when seeing her contributions to the final result.

"Perhaps Anne is right- and we can sit this one out." She sighed, smoothing down her blazer. "End of the meeting is upon us-"

Lucy looked at Anne, and mouthed, 'Fancy a walk?'

Anne shrugged, 'Don't want to take the chance of rain.'
And she then stared off to the other side of the room, her curtain of red hair shielding her from the hurt look she knew would appear on the other girl's face.

The once-Valiant looked away, her lips turned down. It was a sound reason, but- a walk would've been fun.

Marcella was still speaking, "Before we disperse, I have to say that we will be doing something for Christmas, of course-"

"Not a play." Half of them yelled.

She glared at them, "Don't be babies- and be prepared to get along with the Drama Club. And this time, no complaining if you have to be Joseph and Mary's sheep!"

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There was red everywhere. So much red- red liquid dripped down from the trees, and the sky burned scarlet- and the flowers that grew out of the grass were poppies, redder than anything else in the world.

And Sanya knelt between the poppies, wearing a tight red cloak over her trembling body, and she stared before herself.
But she wasn't looking at all the blood.

The first corpse was a toddler, perhaps two or three years old. He had jet-black hair, and his fair skin had splotches of grey- and, though his eyes were closed, Sanya knew they were green.
His throat was cut open, and blood leaked like a waterfall.

The next two were babies, in wooden bassinets. They were small, and unmoving in a way infants never were- their eyes were open, bright brown and dark brown, but stared without seeing.
The first baby had an emerald blanket, embroidered with stars, and her tiny face was burned, charred almost beyond recognition.
The second baby held a picture-book about flowers to her chest, and there was a gaping hole where her heart ought to be.

And the fourth- it wasn't quite a baby. It was smaller. Sanya couldn't tell what it was, exactly. Every time she tried to focus on it, everything went blurry. But she knew, even without knowing what it was, that it was hers.

Her dead children.

Why were they just lying here? They deserved burials- they deserved the decency of graves.

She turned her head, and between two trees with scarlet leaves, she saw three graves.

Perhaps it was her duty to lower them in there. Perhaps they had been lain here to wait for her.

Without picking up any of her children's corpses, she got to her feet and walked to the graves. What if they weren't deep enough- then she would have to dig further. Let her children rest where they were until the graves were ready.

In the first grave, her father lay, and Sanya could hear the sound of a ship's sail unfurling as she stared at his dimpled, dead face.
In the second grave, her mother lay, still so poised and exuding warmth despite being dead, and she could smell saffron and hear the clink of a crown being set down on a table.
In the third, her brother slept, older and steadier and more still than she had ever seen him- she could hear laughter, laughter that she would never hear again, because the one it came from was dead.

Reflexively, she looked beside him- and there was another grave there, one she hadn't seen before.
As she peered into it, she saw that it was empty- and the hard soil at the bottom seemed brighter, more vibrant, than the rest of this red world.

Without meaning to, without knowing what she was doing, Sanya stripped off the red cloak she wore- there was nothing underneath it- and she climbed into the grave.
As her bare skin touched the floor of the grave, she felt soft fingers curl around her waist- and then a whisper.
"Water-goddess." The fingers gripped her tighter, going lower, and she could hear the flutter of wings. "Oh, sweet little Ps-"

"Sanya!"

Sanya started, waking up to Edmund's gentle shakes and worried chocolate-brown eyes.
"Gah?" She yawned, blinking. What happened- where was- how- what did- where-

"You fell asleep." Edmund explained, pulling his hands away from her. "Are you alright-"

"Yes- yes, but what happ-"

"Practice got over a few minutes back- everyone's gone back into school. I went to change out of practice clothes," He now wore the shirt, sweater-vest, and trousers of the Hendon House uniform, "and was coming to take you back to school- but you were asleep-"

She looked around- oh, she was in Hendon, sitting in its small stadium. Right, yes. She had come over to watch her husband's practice- it had been afternoon, then, but the sky was dark now. How long had she been asleep for?
"Sh-s-sorry." She said, blinking rapidly. "I- I don't even remember- oh, Ed, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, wife, it's just practice. Nothing much happened, anyway." He shrugged. "I mean, I would've been pissed if you'd fallen asleep in Chess Club, though."
He wasn't in Chess Club, exactly, but he played with the members as often as he could.
And he won, a lot.
Which was most likely part of the reason he wasn't in the club.

"I- ah-aye-" She yawned again, "I would never fall asleep in Chess Club."

He couldn't help a smile, "Are you coming around to-"

"Because I'd never go."
Heavens, she'd been dreaming, hadn't she? Something- something red? But she could remember nothing else.
It was rare she could remember dreams. Even her worst nightmares- even her sweetest dreams- eventually, they just faded to nothingness.

He gave her a look, "Why can't the two loves of my life get along?"

Her eyes narrowed, "I am the only love of your life."
She gripped him by his collar, and pulled him close, until they were nose to nose- well, chin to forehead, since he was taller.
"Isn't that so?" Her voice was soft, husky. She felt him swallow, and she bit her lip as she looked into his dark eyes. "My darling, am I not?"

Edmund was devoutly, devoutly grateful his team and Mr. Carmichael had gone back inside. He could never be sure what she would do- she had never been predictable, but she was a downright mystery now.
Probably a good thing he loved mystery novels so much.
"Of course you are." He murmured.
He remembered the first time he had heard her speak- her voice had been just as husky, deep, sexy, despite her clear anxiety. It had made his toes curl- it still did.
"Forever and ever- you're my true love, and you've no idea how unimaginably happy that makes me."

"You do say the sweetest things." Sanya whispered back- she could practically taste him. His lips always tasted of toothpaste and something sweet and of- of chocolate, even though he hadn't had it in months. It was the only chocolate she liked. "Fuck me?"

Edmund almost fell off the stands, and was saved only by Sanya's hold on his collar.
Fixing himself in place so he did not slip down and break his neck, he stammered, "W-what?"

"Come." She let go of his collar, and took his hand, beginning to lead him down to the field. "I feel in the mood of some recklessness."

"Don't you always?"

"No, sometimes I want to sit down in a cosy armchair and read with my soulmate- you." She answered- it was her idea of peace, that- and then quirked a smile. "What do you want?"

"You." He swallowed again, as they reached the field, their shoes crunching down on the cold grass. "You- always you."

Oh, sweet little Ps-

The Faerie Queen? She'd been dreaming of Rhiannon. What? Why? She never- she wouldn't-

But it had been red. So, so red. She remembered that more vividly than anything else. There had been nothing red in the Faerie Queen's chambers- had there? She couldn't remember- the only red thing she could think of was blood.
Blood from battle, blood of her children's fatal wounds, blood that signalled the pains of being a woman, blood that told her that she had lost another child.

No. It had been something else. It had to be. It had been red, because of that sleep-shirt of Ed's she always stole. It had been red, because Ed made her blush scarlet. It had been red because it was her brother's favourite colour, and because her mother like red roses, and her father wore red slippers.

That was why. She wasn't dreaming about dead babies. She was dreaming about what was in her heart.

It had been a good dream- and it was a good waking moment she was in, too- she would not let anything ruin it.

"Ruin us." She said, not knowing it was out loud. "I won't- I won't let-"

"Sanya?" She was muttering to herself- not in an adorable annoyed way, like usual, but as though she was arguing with her own self. Edmund felt worried- it was what he felt almost always for her, nowadays. Stubborn and eternal worry... "Sanya, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing." She wouldn't get so freaked out over a dream. She had always had bad dreams- it didn't matter. They didn't mean anything- Edmund did. Edmund meant everything. "I was just thinking about what I was dreaming."

"Oh?" He wanted to believe her- but it wasn't the whole truth. Was it? Was anything? "What were you dreaming about?"

She thought, for a moment.
"Love." She decided.
Red was the colour of love, wasn't it?
She let go of his hand, and pulled off her blazer- she wasn't wearing her school-tie- and then hitched up her skirt to mid-thigh. It was cold- so cold, it was the biting chill of early November- but she didn't think Edmund would mind the cold, if she had her tongue in his mouth and he was inside her.
He licked his lips, and peeled off his sweater-vest, letting it drop on to the grass. She had always liked him in plain, thin shirts and tunics...
"And passion."
It was the colour of that, too.
She stepped closer to him again, and took his hand, sliding it to the cloth of her knickers. She wished she hadn't worn it- would've been so much faster.
But waiting- taking long- had an edge to it- it was tantalising, too, in its own way.
"And sex."

His heartbeat quickened- Christ, he could already feel how wet-

His lips were on her before he even knew what he was going to do- before he could- before- oh, he didn't know- she was pulling down his trousers, and pressing herself into him- he rubbed against her thigh- and he groaned.

Her hands were tight in his hair, and they hardly noticed as they stumbled and toppled to the ground- they cared not about the icy blades of grass they lay upon- they cared only about each other. Edmund pushed up Sanya's skirt even higher, bunching it around her waist- they were still kissing, gasping in each other's taste- her back arched into the ground, as his other hand gripped her breast over her shirt- and he was sliding inside her already, and she throbbed around him, moaning into his mouth-

"I- am- fuck, Moonshine, oh- going- to- g-g-get- expelled-" Edmund breathed hoarsely, minutes later, as he looked up at Sanya, who was on top of him, rolling her hips to take him deeper inside her.
It felt like everything, he thought, as the pleasure he felt became almost painful. It felt like death and rebirth, this- she.

"Shut- up-"
Sanya's eyes were closed, and she bobbed her body on top of his- she was so close, so close- she hadn't come, though he already had, and she wanted to come and she wanted him to come again.
Together this time.
"Ed- Ed," he felt so good inside her, and it made her whole body tight with desire, it made her feel like she was dying, but dying only to achieve everything, "fu-f-fuck, Edmund-"

Perhaps a dream was a moment. It felt like it, at least now, as they were one, and they unravelled together, as nothing in the universe mattered but them. Any moment being together was a dream- the best dream.

"La petite mort." Edmund mumbled, as Sanya curled up next to him, her head on his chest and his head resting on the sweater-vest-turned-pillow.
Both were sated enough to the point of drowsiness from their love-making. He could smell her, and taste her kisses, even without kissing her- and the cold he felt from the air and the chilled grass they lay on didn't even bother him. She was his warmth, after all.
"Do you know what that means?"

"Are you speaking French to get me to fuck you again?" She asked, her eyes almost shuttering because of how sleepy she was. "It's working- take off your-"

"In a moment." He laughed, before slipping his hand down her properly-adjusted skirt to tease at her clit. Her eyes widened, and he wanted to lose himself in their moonlight-bright chestnut brown. "It means 'a little death'."

"B- but-"
His fingers- oh, Heavens. She couldn't speak- already?- she couldn't believe he was again pleasuring her, and that she was already so close to coming apart- it had barely been minutes, it shouldn't even be possible.
Her back arched and she gasped, feeling another finger- oh, she wanted it- she wanted him- he was at the right spot-
"Day-deaths are n-not l-lit-"

"It's a phrase for an orgasm." He said, rubbing harder, faster- she spasmed in his arms, shaky breaths escaping her lips and her eyelids fluttering. Her lips were parted- her brows were creased- and she looked so beautiful. "Another petite mort for you, ma chérie?"
He'd come twice- it was only fair that she did, too. And he enjoyed this- having her breathless and quaking and a puddle of want, all because of him.

She nodded jerkily, her eyes closing again and her shaky breaths turned into rapid gasps- she could never choose between his mouth or his fingers, and for good reason.

She breathed heavily, as his fingers caressed her sex. She needed to be quiet, because they were in public and she could not scream- suddenly, apparently understanding her dilemma, Edmund's lips were upon hers, keeping her mouth occupied, swallowing whatever loud moans she couldn't keep in.
She whimpered into his mouth as she came, her body relaxing and mind quietening- her entire being felt calmed, transcendent, weightless for a few moments.

"No more, okay?" She said sleepily, tapping her fingers against his freckled cheek. He was grinning at her, and she burrowed closer to him. "My legs already feel like jelly- if you t-touch me again, they'll give out for good."

"Me too, but I'll carry you."
Then Edmund regretted saying that- he wasn't going to be able to do so, and Sanya knew it.

"You do carry me." She murmured. She always wanted to let him know how much she cared about him- how much she needed him. "You keep me alive- you keep me happy."
You're the only reason I haven't killed myself.
But she wasn't that sleepy that she was stupid enough to say that. It wasn't so much romantic as it was worrisome.
She knew that wasn't right. Edmund being the only reason she wanted to leave? That wasn't how anyone's life ought to be. She should want to live for herself, for her own desires and goals and all that.
But she didn't.
When she said that Edmund kept her alive- she meant it. He was the only reason she still lived.

"You're the reason life in this world is worthwhile." He said, pressing his lips to her hair. "The year and a half I was here without you- I wasn't really alive. I wasn't really here. But now that you're here- Moonshine, you light up my life."
Occasionally the light blinded him- and caught him off-guard. But most times- it just warmed him.

"I love you so much." Sanya said solemnly. "You're such a wonderful man- husband- father- everything. I'm lucky to have you."
Our children were, too.

"You're the truest thing I've ever known." He should have known that since the moment she had rolled her eyes at her long list of titles. "You know, I think we should write down everything romantic we say and use it when we have to write our wedding vows-"

The soft look in her eyes disappeared, "What do you mean we have to write our-"

"Oi, you!" A voice shouted, and Edmund and Sanya started, sitting up and looking around in a panic.

"Oh." Edmund relaxed, shrugging on his vest as he recognised the figure coming closer. "It's just Oscar- could you put on your blazer, darling, I can see your-" but then Oscar reached them, and he changed what he'd been about to say, "hey, what's up?"

"What are you two doing here?" He asked, looking at the couple, a confused look on his face. "Havin' a picnic, or something? This isn't Hyde Park."

"I don't know what that is."

Oscar gave Sanya a scathing look, and Edmund felt surprised. He hadn't thought that his team captain was even capable of that look.
"It's a park, in London. It's quite famous- and one of the Royal Parks-"

"I don't care." She shrugged, cutting him off.

He looked like he was about to thump her, but then he turned to Edmund.
He spoke tersely, "This isn't the place to be cuddling, Pevensie. Or- goodness, why do you both smell like my dorm-mate's sock-"

Edmund did his best to maintain a poker face, "That'd be me- I ran a lap after everyone left."

"Yeah, I was sleeping." Sanya didn't know what he was lying for- would smelling like socks get them in trouble? But she would go along with it- Ed had more sense than she did. "And then after I woke up, Ed was showing me constellations."

Oscar looked at her, and then at the sky.
It was cloudless- damn! He'd thought it was a cloudy day.
"Which one?"

"The Carina was the last one." Edmund hadn't the faintest idea where the Carina was, or if it was even visible- but he knew for sure that Oscar didn't know the 'c' of constellation. "It's part of the Argo N-N-Naiad-" he couldn't remember exactly, but he was pretty sure it wasn't Naiad, "and there's also a Puppis constellation in that."

Sanya giggled- there was an actual constellation called Puppis? He had to show it to her for real some day.
"Puppis is why he was showing me that one. I love puppies."

"Forget I asked." Oscar rolled his eyes, and held his hand out to help them up. Ed took his hand, while Sanya got up- clumsily- on her own.
"Go on, leave. You're lucky it was me here and not Carmichael- he would've used you both as targets during practice."

"Who is Carmichael to stand in the way of true love?" Sanya sighed dramatically, slinging her arm around Edmund's shoulder. "I'll use him as a target for sparring practice-"

Oscar blinked, and looked at Edmund again, "Is she drunk?"

He flushed, "No, she's just really sleepy. Sleepy enough to be loopy- I'll take her back to St. Finbar's-"

"No, I just called a team meeting." Oscar said, interrupting him. "I need you- I- you have to attend."

"It's dark out, mate, I can't let her go alone."

"It's an important meeting-" The taller boy almost grit his teeth, "I think your girl is grown up enough to walk back to school-"

"I am." Sanya said, frowning suddenly. She was capable- and despite so much of her cowardice, she could be brave- "I'm completely able to-"

"It's not about that, Moonshine."
It was dangerous, in the dark, and the short road from Hendon House to St. Finbar's was scarily empty after nightfall. He knew better than anyone how capable Sanya was of handling herself- but she shouldn't have to. He wasn't risking anything happening to her.
"I'll be back as soon as I can, Oscar." Edmund said resolutely, and then spoke softly to Sanya, "Let's go?"

She nodded, forcing away the scowl, before saying, "I'm not loopy, you know. I was just making fun."

"Wasn't funny." The rugby captain muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Edmund was amused at Sanya's words- it was just like how she was when she woke up, a time of day he thought her most adorable- so amused he decided to not respond to Oscar's comment.

Why was he trying to pick a fight with a fourth-former, anyway? Besides, Sanya was funny.

And she could be aggressive, too. And now- he could never tell when she might snap, what she might do. What if she thought that Oscar would hurt him, or bother him?

It was a thankful thing that she was too tired to even think about doing anything- like attacking- to Oscar.

He began to lead her out of the stadium, hoping to be halfway before she snapped back to clear-consciousness.
"Fine, you're not loopy- but you are sleepy, aren't you?"

"I'm always sleepy." She shrugged, before waving to her husband's rugby captain, who was still standing where he had been so far.

Sanya had liked him before. She'd even told Edmund how nice he was, and he'd agreed, adding that he was rather handsome, too, and she'd agreed to that- and then they had started talking about other people in their schools that they found attractive. There were quite a few people, and they'd giggled and laughed through the entire conversation.

But Oscar was acting like a complete chutiya now. What did it matter to him why she and Edmund were cuddling in the rugby field?
"Bye, Oliver!"

"That's not my name." Oscar muttered, glaring at her back, before walking away from the field as well.

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Molly Quinn as Anne Feathertone

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Beanie Feldstein as Marcella Pritchett

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What is uP your ass, Oscar? I know you're the captain, and all, but?? You couldn't let those two enjoy some post-orgasmic cuddling?????

I don't want to hear about 'they should not have been fucking in a public field, blah blah blah' they're Sanya and Edmund, they can do literally whatever they want, okay.
At least they were wearing clothes while doing it!
And Oscar didn't even knOw that they fucked there, he thought they were having a impromptu mini picnic without food.

We finally see Lucy in one of her infamously numerous clubs! The Valiant Queen tackling the drama club- the spin-off writes itself.

Anne Feathertone is mentioned in VOTDT, btw, as one of Lucy's backstabbing friends- I didn't just conjure a weird-ass last name out of nowhere, blame Lewis for that. She doesn't appear again, but is mentioned- but I practically killed myself trying to find a faceclaim. I needed a redhead, because I hate most fictional redheads, but every redhead actress I liked and I didn't want to use someone I like for a shitty character 😭

I love Molly Quinn, too, and I ADORED her in Castle- plus, she was the voice of Bloom in Winx Club- I don't like Bloom, tho- but, yk, I thought she fit. It was Emily Browning before her, but I'll use her in the .0009 second scene that Marjorie shows up in later.

Sanya dreaming about her dead babies and her dead family, omg. And she's just so very ready to accept death- jumped into the grave without a thought. I know it's a dream, but it's more likely than not that she would do the same irl, too.
Poor, poor girl.

Edmund is clearly starting to have issues with Sanya, but 'you're the truest thing I've ever known'- boy 😭 I know I wrote it, but it just 🤌
I hate romance and overly-sappy shit, but when it's THEIR romance and overly-sappy shit- 🛐

This is a really short chapter. 5K words only. Huh.

Next chapter has a girls' day out with Mina and Sanya- kind of????- which, FUN. Our girl deserves the distraction, ngl.

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