Tag: path timeline

Temporarily misplaced my Little Pink Notebook today. It’s a literal pocket book, 2 x 3.5 inches, and glittery.

It contains:

– The list of changes between old Path and new.

– The entire timeline of events of Redemption Road, by calendar month for seasonal significance

– The chapter by chapter synopsis of the Path prequel

– several short scenes written on the fly at work

– Sketch ideas for several non-Path fics

Fortunately I was able to find it before I had a total meltdown. I don’t have this book backed up anywhere but my brain right now and there is way too much flotsam in there to call that a plan. This evening, matters will be rectified.

So Aeris just gave Seph his first purple nurple and he’s lying on the floor trying not to die from it.

No regrets.

“And there was this other thing boys used to do to each other-”

“I KNOW WHAT AN ATOMIC WEDGIE IS, WOMAN, JUST STOP!”

Treats and Tricks

It was past ten and the doorbell was finally slowing down. The pumpkin on the path had survived the bulk of the night. The little wolves and witches were heading home now, making way for the real thing to haunt the night. And the candy was just about done. Time to turn off the porch light and call it a night.

The doorbell rang out, beating the lightswitch for the while. Stragglers, but not too late. There was time for one more round.

“Trick or treat!”

“Well, hello, there! Three of you, eh? What have we got?”

Three stragglers, late for a school night, and truth be told, a rather scraggly looking bunch. There was a ghost, an honest, old-fashioned, made from a bedsheet ghost. The eyeholes at least lined up but little sneakers poked out below. There was an alien, the cheap plastic mask kind that cost ten gil at any corner store. The kid slouched, and his t-shirt said ‘Take me to your dealer’. He’d be a right pumpkin kicker in a few years, no doubt about that.

There was a taller one behind them in some sort of lizard costume. With a tutu. And a crown. Well, there had been stranger things in the night. And they were just kids and it was all about the spirit of the thing anyway.

“Let’s see, here’s something for the ghost, got me there, very spooky.”

“Thank yoooooooo!” Ghost yowled and he wasn’t half bad.

“And something for the little blue man. Please don’t abduct me now.”

“I come in peace. Long as you got candy anyway.” Oh, he was going to be a tp master, this one.

“And a little something for… Um, what are you, dear?”

“I’m a dragon princess!” she declared.

“Oh, of course. The tiara makes it obvious.”

“Thank you, loyal subject.” Pretty good curtsy too.

“Alright, guys, one more house and home we go, okay?” Now that was a real scare.

“Awww, Dad.”

“Come on, we already started late.”

“I know, I know, and that’s my fault, but it’s still a school night.” The shadowy parental figure stepped into the light.

Well, looked like it was all his fault. He was half-assing it too. The silver wig had seen better days. Probably why he had it pulled back in a ponytail. And he hadn’t bothered with the uniform, either the WRO or SOLDIER classic version, just plainclothes as it got, with the cheap glowing contacts to finish it off.

“I’ll make up for it next year, okay?” he said, “make sure it’s not so last minute.”

“Okay.” It was a grudging unison. Adult eyes met and Dad shrugged.

“Busy day, huh?”

“The job is what it is,” he said. “Come on, kids.”

“Oh, hang on.” Might as well empty the candy bowl. “I’ve got a lollipop for the General, if he wants it.”

“Oh?” Dad turned. “What flavor?”

“Looks like cherry.”

Maybe it was the flickering porch display, but those contacts looked like they glowed a little brighter. “Sounds great to me. Thank you.”

And the porch light went off and that was it for the night.

~.~.~

“Good hustle, Dad,” Ella said. “That’s how much now?”

“I’ll let you know when I empty my pockets.” Sephiroth slid the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the next.

Ari took a soft swing at him with his candy bag. “You’re supposed to dress up as something you’re not.”

Rei stopped in his tracks and shared a glance with Ella through the scissors-snipped holes in his sheet. Ella shrugged. “Nobody here has room to talk. Look, there’s the car.”

“Race ya!” Ari yelled and tore off.

“Hey, wait up, you nuts.” Ella took off behind them.

Sephiroth crunched the last of his lollipop and strolled the rest of the way. “Hey, Dad, next year we get to Trick-or-treat longer, right?” Ella said, “I only got a couple more years before I’m too old.”

“Don’t say that,” Sephiroth said, wondering exactly when she had gotten that tall. “I never got to go trick-or-treating when I was a kid and look at me now.” He whipped two full size candy bars out of his jacket.

“Sheesh, Dad,” Ari said. Sephiroth could see the eyes rolling behind the cheap mask.

“Yeah, old man,” Ella said. “How long you going to ride that ‘Deprived as a Child’ train?”

He whipped out two more candy bars and a strawberry licorice whip. “As long as I can get away with it.”

Marrying Aeris really was the best thing he’d done, all things considered. She was the perfect complement. The basil plants he kept for pasta sauce struggled under his care alone but with her around he was hip deep in shrubbery, enough to keep them in marinara for months.

When he took it into his head to try his hand at pickles, he set a dill plant on the window sill and let her presence do the rest. Planet knew, he never did anything but harvest. And when they got their own place, with balmy summers and cool afternoons, just right for sweet tea experiments, he casually mentioned thinking about planting a lemon tree. For the shade.

“Yeah, whatevs, boo,” she said, and they had so many lemons the next year he started giving away lemonade at the base out of a cooler in the back of his car.

Their bushes sprouted berries for no end of pies. Mint ran wild across the side of the yard. Even the old vine overgrowing the cellar door turned out to be grapes. Everything flowered in turn and bore its fruit, for baking and jams, compotes, sauces and preserves. There wasn’t a better stocked pantry for miles.

Till the day she sighed and put down her fork, her blackberry tart only half-eaten beneath its cloud of cream. “What’s the matter, full already?” Not likely, not her, so long as he could keep the roasts and scones coming.

She leaned over on her stool, resting her head on her elbow. “Just… hmm,” she started. “Trying to figure out why everything in this joint is fruitful but me.”

“… Oh.”

He poured them both tea and put the tarts away. She curled in close, the way she did, but he lay awake half the night, thinking. If there was trouble getting things growing around here, the problem was usually him.

I really want to NaNo, the plan was third year in a row, bring the cumulative word count up to 150k+ and the Redemption Road first draft would essentially be complete.

But this med life, I am practically back to the old shit-and-shower cycle of final year/internship (so-called because when you get home that’s all you have time to do). I could push it on the weekends but past experience says that’s not enough for me to hit that 50k.

I’ll do my NaNo prep document anyway and tally up the scenes still to be done.

I haven’t written a word in months now, guys, whichever of you are still here for fic and fandom instead of chastising young people for slander and pseudoactivism.

My new days are 16 hours long and I have to bring work home. I live for the weekends, when it’s all curling up and sleeping, but occasionally bubble baths, or a movie.

I’m tired all the time, don’t know even half of what I need to know but trying to make the next step forward in life, which means nose to the grindstone again. I’m not stopping, this is just a matter of making adjustments to the routine again. The going will be slower than ever for some time, but I’m not done yet.

corseque:

romance 101 — it’s not enough to hinge the whole thing on ‘will they or won’t they’ the real interest is the lack the characters have within them, and how they fill that lack with the help of/because of the other person. We’re not looking at two people kissing, we’re looking at the characters getting assistance, guidance, emotional completion, maturation, transformation, spiritual apogee, building new foundations, physical/emotional safety, old wounds healing, becoming a stronger and braver person because they met their love.