NaNo #2 -- IS DONE!
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crossover_chickYup, we have lift-off! The Secundus Epilogue is up! Enjoy a wedding scene.
-VD2: That just leaves "The Tale" for NaNos!-
Yup! Hopefully I can finish that this November.
-OD: How's the other fic coming? "Losing You?"-
Actually, I -- I think I'm almost done.
-O.Os all around-
-M2: Wait -- seriously?-
-J2: Almost done?-
It turned out to be remarkably short! And I've been writing at a pretty good clip on it. Probably because Forgotten Vows has been noisy as of late. And the fact that I've been wanting to get this written for ages now. . .
Anyway, to celebrate me finishing one thing, how about I get one step closer to finishing another? Let's have the last Secundus-themed 25 Foods:
10. Salad Dressing
“Oh! Oh, no. . . .”
Alice, walking down the hall, paused and glanced inside Victor’s study with a frown. Victor was on one knee in front of his desk, picking up the remains of the salad he’d taken for his lunch. “Knocked it over?” Alice said, going inside to help him and assess the damage to the carpet.
“Yes,” Victor said with a sigh. “All over my desk, no less. I should have never put dressing on it.”
“It’s all right,” Alice assured him, glancing at his desk. “A little soap and water, and--”
She paused as she noted the piece of paper to the right of the overturned bowl, smeared with salad dressing. “What’s this?”
Victor straightened and looked at it. “It’s – a letter,” he said after a moment. “I’ve been working on drafts of it for the past couple of days. I thought I’d finally gotten the words straight when. . .” He held up the bits of lettuce. “My usual luck, of course.”
“Of course,” Alice said, leaning over to examine the letter more closely. Most of the ink had been ruined by the dressing, but she could still make out the salutation:
DearMother and Father Mr. and Mrs. Van Dort
Alice blinked, then looked back up at Victor, baffled. He sighed, obviously anticipating her question. “I – I – I have to tell them they have a grandchild,” he whispered, lowering his eyes. “I’m not asking them to come over and meet him, I’m not saying they even have to write back, but – they deserve to know the Van Dort line will be c-carried on.”
Alice reached out and put her hand on Victor’s arm. She wasn’t sure what to say. She personally thought Victor’s parents could go rot somewhere for the way they’d treated their son. But she also knew Victor had taken their final rejection of him very hard. If this helped him at all, she could support it. Even if it meant possibly communicating with people she despised. “That’s fine,” she told him. “You do whatever you need to do.”
Victor nodded, looking relieved. “T-thank you for understanding.”
Alice smiled at him. “You’re my husband. Just remember – no matter how they react, you always have me.” There was a loud cry from down the hall. “Us,” Alice corrected herself.
Victor smiled back. “I know.” He picked up the sodden remains of the letter. “Go tend to Chester; I can finish here.”
“I’ll bring you some more lunch once I’ve settled him down,” Alice promised. “But, this time, I think you ought to leave your letter writing until after you’ve finished eating.”
-VM: Victor, you are waayy too forgiving.-
-TTV: I can't help it! They're my parents!-
Yeah, and the way he was raised, he was supposed to respect and honor them no matter what. Blame it on the time period, not him. Anyway, this is what happens when I have a prompt that I'm not sure what to do with, and I decide to jump through hoops to make it work in a story. I had no idea what to do with "salad dressing" until I came up with the idea of it smearing something Victor was working on. This story developed out of that.
-TTV: I'm glad it was a letter and not a drawing.-
Oh no, I wouldn't be that mean. This is post "Secundus 2," obviously -- about a month or so past Chester's birth. Victor genuinely does feel his parents deserve to know that they have a grandchild, even if they never see said grandchild. Maybe all the shit he goes through in "Secundus 2" makes him feel a little more family-oriented, I don't know.
-J: Is it too much to hope that they're civil in replying?-
Yes. It is.
-TD: *sigh* Typical.-
-TTV: Have you ever considered making me a Liddell and not her a Van Dort?-
In some modern AUs, yeah. And maybe in Sims -- the Steampunk Gulch versions? Once I unlock them? *shrug* We'll see.
At any rate, there's not much else to say about this fic -- it's basically some sad fluff. Sad in that it shows just how poor Victor's relationship with his parents is, fluffy because it shows how sweet his relationship with Alice is. Lose Nell and William, gain Alice. Sounds like more than a fair trade to me.
-M: Oh hell yeah.-
*giggle* So yeah, enjoy!
And one more crossed off that list! Hooray for progress!
-D: Yes indeed! Now just keep it up.-
Hey, if writing remains -- no, I shouldn't say that, I'll jinx it. . .
-VD2: That just leaves "The Tale" for NaNos!-
Yup! Hopefully I can finish that this November.
-OD: How's the other fic coming? "Losing You?"-
Actually, I -- I think I'm almost done.
-O.Os all around-
-M2: Wait -- seriously?-
-J2: Almost done?-
It turned out to be remarkably short! And I've been writing at a pretty good clip on it. Probably because Forgotten Vows has been noisy as of late. And the fact that I've been wanting to get this written for ages now. . .
Anyway, to celebrate me finishing one thing, how about I get one step closer to finishing another? Let's have the last Secundus-themed 25 Foods:
10. Salad Dressing
“Oh! Oh, no. . . .”
Alice, walking down the hall, paused and glanced inside Victor’s study with a frown. Victor was on one knee in front of his desk, picking up the remains of the salad he’d taken for his lunch. “Knocked it over?” Alice said, going inside to help him and assess the damage to the carpet.
“Yes,” Victor said with a sigh. “All over my desk, no less. I should have never put dressing on it.”
“It’s all right,” Alice assured him, glancing at his desk. “A little soap and water, and--”
She paused as she noted the piece of paper to the right of the overturned bowl, smeared with salad dressing. “What’s this?”
Victor straightened and looked at it. “It’s – a letter,” he said after a moment. “I’ve been working on drafts of it for the past couple of days. I thought I’d finally gotten the words straight when. . .” He held up the bits of lettuce. “My usual luck, of course.”
“Of course,” Alice said, leaning over to examine the letter more closely. Most of the ink had been ruined by the dressing, but she could still make out the salutation:
Dear
Alice blinked, then looked back up at Victor, baffled. He sighed, obviously anticipating her question. “I – I – I have to tell them they have a grandchild,” he whispered, lowering his eyes. “I’m not asking them to come over and meet him, I’m not saying they even have to write back, but – they deserve to know the Van Dort line will be c-carried on.”
Alice reached out and put her hand on Victor’s arm. She wasn’t sure what to say. She personally thought Victor’s parents could go rot somewhere for the way they’d treated their son. But she also knew Victor had taken their final rejection of him very hard. If this helped him at all, she could support it. Even if it meant possibly communicating with people she despised. “That’s fine,” she told him. “You do whatever you need to do.”
Victor nodded, looking relieved. “T-thank you for understanding.”
Alice smiled at him. “You’re my husband. Just remember – no matter how they react, you always have me.” There was a loud cry from down the hall. “Us,” Alice corrected herself.
Victor smiled back. “I know.” He picked up the sodden remains of the letter. “Go tend to Chester; I can finish here.”
“I’ll bring you some more lunch once I’ve settled him down,” Alice promised. “But, this time, I think you ought to leave your letter writing until after you’ve finished eating.”
-VM: Victor, you are waayy too forgiving.-
-TTV: I can't help it! They're my parents!-
Yeah, and the way he was raised, he was supposed to respect and honor them no matter what. Blame it on the time period, not him. Anyway, this is what happens when I have a prompt that I'm not sure what to do with, and I decide to jump through hoops to make it work in a story. I had no idea what to do with "salad dressing" until I came up with the idea of it smearing something Victor was working on. This story developed out of that.
-TTV: I'm glad it was a letter and not a drawing.-
Oh no, I wouldn't be that mean. This is post "Secundus 2," obviously -- about a month or so past Chester's birth. Victor genuinely does feel his parents deserve to know that they have a grandchild, even if they never see said grandchild. Maybe all the shit he goes through in "Secundus 2" makes him feel a little more family-oriented, I don't know.
-J: Is it too much to hope that they're civil in replying?-
Yes. It is.
-TD: *sigh* Typical.-
-TTV: Have you ever considered making me a Liddell and not her a Van Dort?-
In some modern AUs, yeah. And maybe in Sims -- the Steampunk Gulch versions? Once I unlock them? *shrug* We'll see.
At any rate, there's not much else to say about this fic -- it's basically some sad fluff. Sad in that it shows just how poor Victor's relationship with his parents is, fluffy because it shows how sweet his relationship with Alice is. Lose Nell and William, gain Alice. Sounds like more than a fair trade to me.
-M: Oh hell yeah.-
*giggle* So yeah, enjoy!
And one more crossed off that list! Hooray for progress!
-D: Yes indeed! Now just keep it up.-
Hey, if writing remains -- no, I shouldn't say that, I'll jinx it. . .
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Date: 2012-05-23 11:30 am (UTC)I teared up again at the vows, damn you! :p
I think there should be a midquel of how Ferdinand came to be. But that's just me. :)
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Date: 2012-05-23 03:30 pm (UTC)LOL, sorry! How is it I keep making you cry in these last chapters?
*keeps that in mind for future prompt fic* Because I seem to use that stuff for hole-fillers. . .
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Date: 2012-05-23 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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