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This was a fantastic chapter. It was a very emotional chapter. I was a little surprised at the information in the beginning of the chapter. Sarah telling us that she is planning on letting Vickie and Ian have several babies. I thought all along the plan was for all three to give birth. Then Priscilla is also planning on getting pregnant with Ian. In some respects I am really enjoying the bouncing between stories to tell the story. Both stories are independent tales yet are pretty tightly intertwined. I am just not sure what story I should be reading first to keep a better flow. I would actually appreciate it if you could drop a hint as to which one should be read first. I am looking forward to seeing both continue. -
By PeculiarChangeling · Posted
Chapter 12 Daniel could distantly feel himself taking deep, steady breaths, but his mind was lost in the arcane arcade space his coven had built. The girls of his coven loomed around him, working together like a team–and, of course, they were a team. Daniel was in theory also a part of that team, but he didn’t feel like he belonged with them; he belonged below them. Hazel leaned in over the console with an intense expression, almost a glare, tapping away at a few buttons so quickly that the clicks ran together into white noise. Asami, whose controls were lowered so she could reach them while sitting, was in an almost zen-like state, moving joystick and buttons together in a fluid motion. Mathilde, though, sat at a lower set of controls that she could reach comfortably from her chair, watching the screens, only occasionally pushing a button. At first, Daniel thought she might be uncertain, even hesitant, but after more thought, he understood–she wasn’t uncertain, she was patient. She waited, watched, only doing what was needed in the moment it had to be done. All the magic happened around him, and Daniel could control none of it. He was surrounded by power–his power, mostly–but the flow went past him. He’d imagined himself as a console, and that was reinforced by how he felt. Though he couldn’t see the ‘game’ displayed on the screens, he understood the flow by the inputs passing through him. It didn’t resemble anything he’d ever played at the arcade–if anything, it was more based on Daniel’s childhood imagination of what arcade games could be if they’d been built for whole friend groups…and if Daniel had ever managed to bring along four whole friends. After a moment longer, hearing a few choice sound cues, Daniel realized it didn’t just resemble his imagined game, it was his imagined game–a clean ripoff of Star Trek, though rebranded because he’d never understood how licensing worked, with each girl playing a different role amongst the officers. It didn’t even take long to figure out who was who: Asami, the ‘Mind’, was obviously the captain, delivering orders through rapid button inputs to the rest of the ship as it battled an armada of Hangons. Mathilde, Spirit, was the first officer, the Spock–or, based on Daniel’s preferences, the Riker. Hazel, Aqueus, would be the communications officer, with an earpiece the size of a chicken egg, Radha would be the Aether and the Chief Medical Officer, and that left Cassie as the Earth Engineer, dealing with exploding crystals and all manner of mayhem as they tried to go past warp eleven. Daniel was the Computer–not just in the literal sense, but the show character, too. When Asami barked orders through button combos, he relayed those orders as text displays and icons on the other players’ screens. Cassie could fuel up the engines and push them to faster speeds, but Daniel was the one who had to display the ship’s status for the rest of the crew to understand. Daniel felt a pang of jealousy–he wanted to play the game he’d imagined, to take a role amongst the team. Instead, as they issued orders and handled their respective places amongst the ship, he could only pass the electrical signals between their displays and facilitate their fun. He was an object for them to use, a tool to get what they wanted, but the magic in his very soul was no longer his to control. Daniel shuddered. Magic had been a part of him for so long that he couldn’t imagine its absence. It was a sixth sense, a part of his soul, the music in his thoughts–and though it hadn’t exactly left him, he had no control. Though his body sat in the center of the circle, free save for a few hands resting gently on him, his mind felt trapped. The urge to sit up, to run, to wave his arms around just to express his freedom weighed on him, but if he did that, he’d draw the scorn of his classmates and the ire of his teacher, so he waited a little longer. “Did you see that?” Cassie asked, reaching forward to tap the side of the monitor in front of her. “See what?” Asami asked. “He’s fast,” Radha interjected, looking between the display and the buttons to remember where her controls were. “I’m having trouble keeping up.” “It looked like a glitch,” Cassie explained, pointing at the display. “I don’t know. I just don’t want another feedback situation.” Mathilde nodded. “I saw it too. Daniel, are you okay?” Daniel had no words to respond. He’d conceptualized himself in such a way that he had no voice, but he thought about how he felt, willing the girls to hear. (I can’t move. There’s all this power, and I can’t even touch it. I can’t breathe.) “Stress response,” Mathilde declared a moment later, pulling her hands back from the controls. “Everyone stop.” The mental image broke, and Daniel’s senses fully came into his body once again, giving a brief flash of a ‘Game Over’ screen that lingered in his vision for several seconds. Taking a deep breath, he felt the control of his magic–his power–return to him, and just to reassure himself, he snapped a spark between his fingers. “Take a few deep breaths,” Mathilde instructed. “Don’t worry. You’re fine–I had a panic attack my first time, too.” The other girls withdrew their hands one by one, though Cassie’s fingers rested on his shoulder a moment longer than the others, and she asked, “Are you okay?” “It was like…” Daniel started, trying to put his thoughts into words. “I don’t know. Bad. Like if you strung up my arms and legs with puppet strings, and each of you had the handle for a different limb. I wasn’t just unable to act, I was acting without any control over it.” “That’s what the Familiar does,” Radha pointed out. “You kinda just get used to it.” “If it’s scary, you don’t have to be our Familiar,” Cassie added, looking around. Her hand was still on his back. “Right?” Hazel’s gaze was centered on Daniel, hard and focused, though she didn’t say a word. He avoided her glare, “We can’t force anyone to take a particular role,” Asami said. “If nobody wants to be the Familiar, we just take turns. That’s pretty common, actually, it’s…not the most popular position.” “Well if we take turns, he’d still have to do it sometimes,” Radha added. “But that’s cruel,” Cassie objected. “I don’t want to make anyone do something that scares them like that.” “He’ll get used to it.” Radha shook her head. “Everyone does.” Cassie shook her head in return. “And if he doesn’t?” “Unless we’re giving special treatment to him because he’s not even a witch, he should do it,” Radha declared, scooting back a little, breaking the circle and all it symbolized. “And if we are giving him special treatment–” “Everyone, shut up,” Hazel snapped, finally. Not loud, not sharp, but exasperated and firm. The coven shut up, though less out of obedience than surprise, and she continued. “Daniel, were you actually panicking?” He wasn’t sure he understood the question, but Mathilde cut in and answered for him. “I know what it looks like when a Familiar is feeling stressed. That was stress.” “But was he just running his brain too hard, overloading himself?” Hazel asked. “Exhausting his brain, stress from a mental load? Because, I’m not super experienced in this, but I sat in a coven with my mom a couple times. Correct me if I’m wrong here–was Daniel not fast?” “Hazel, you were ‘Fast’. Daniel wasn’t fast, he was more like…you know that saying, right? About the difference between being fast and being fast?” That got her five blank stares, so she clarified as best she could. “Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.” “So Daniel was slow,” Radha said. “But skilled.” “But, if he gets scared and panics when he’s the Familiar, we still shouldn’t make him do it,” Cassie pointed out. “Okay, he’s good, but that shouldn’t matter.” “He’s not good,” Mathilde corrected. “When we work with Blackburn, she’s better, but…not that much better. And she’s the teacher. Daniel is great.” “She says she’s better as the Mind than the Familiar,” Asami pointed out. “So she’s not like, the best Familiar in the world.” “Still. He’s never even sat in a coven before today, let alone as a Familiar.” “And he shouldn’t have to, if it’s scary–” “We’ll take turns, but he’s not skipping his turn.” Daniel twitched his shoulder, but it was Hazel that spoke up before he could snap. “Shut up,” she said again. “Seriously–what is wrong with all of you?” Again, she got their attention, though this time there was a retort as well. Asami said, “Hazel, just because you’re crabby–” “Stop talking about Daniel like he’s not here,” Hazel snapped. “He was our Familiar for a minute, but he’s not actually a silent box that we need to control. You know he’s got a mouth, right? And, if memory serves, he knows how to use it, too, right, Daniel?” Daniel was speechless for a moment longer, but Hazel’s speech had its intended function. She bought him a moment of space, and the attention of the coven, where he could figure out how he actually felt. He took a breath and said, “Look, I just need to say one thing.” “Whatever you want to tell us,” Cassie promised him, patting his shoulder in an attempt at reassurance. All it accomplished was to remind him that he was still the center of their attention, all five girls studying him, still undecided on how he should be treated. He had to break that barrier between them, to join the circle instead of being surrounded by it. “I don’t want to fulfill any stereotypes about my gender, or just be a pig in general,” Daniel declared, pulling away from Cassie’s touch. “But, come on, Hazel, if that wasn’t a setup for a dirty joke, I don’t know what is. Like–seriously. ‘I have a mouth and I know how to use it?’ Is that bait or what?” Five girls laughed, and Daniel breathed a bit easier. They weren’t looking at him like a thing to be protected anymore, and for once, his peers were laughing at something he’d said, rather than the underwear he’d been forced to wear. Daniel continued. “And, okay, on the Familiar thing: It was stressful. I don’t like how it felt, I kinda wanted to scream, I very much wanted to run around and flail my arms like a maniac. But–” he spoke quickly, interrupting before anyone could interject. “But, like…you said I’m good. So I’ll do it.” He didn’t totally like what he was saying, but he loathed their pity. He would rather agree to be their Familiar for the whole year than to be told he was too soft, too weak, too frightened for the role. Besides, Blackburn had made it clear–he would be expected to hack it, to be as good as anyone else, he couldn’t demand special treatment. “Okay,” Asami said. “Are you sure?” “Taking turns,” Daniel continued. “Like Radha said. Not because I don’t want to Familiar, but because I think I’m better at being the Mind, and besides–I want to practice the other parts. I’m not going to be a Familiar when I graduate, anyways.” That settled the matter. Nobody could object or tell him he was being unreasonable to ask that they share the load. “Okay, Hazel, you were right,” Manju said, giggling before she could finish her joke. “He does know how to use his mouth.” Daniel threw up his hands, but he was grinning. “Oh, for–‘Insert cunnilingus joke here’, are you happy?” More laughter, and they all sat back, a little more relaxed than they had been before. Noting a gap between Cassie and Hazel, Daniel scooched to the side, so that he wasn’t surrounded anymore, becoming just a part of the circle once again. A member of the team. “We all did all the parts,” Asami added. “I think, do we want to talk about how we felt about each of them, until the group exercise is done?” Grinning, Radha put on a truly atrocious southern accent. “Dammit, Hazel, I’m a doctor, not a backup Aether point! But seriously, you leaned on me a bit hard in that last one–I know our roles are similar, but that’s something to work on.” They laughed, and the conversation moved on to group discussion, jumping right in without further preamble. What they were weak on, what were their strengths, where everyone felt the most comfortable and what they felt they could improve on. It wasn’t a lesson, exactly, none of them were teachers or experts. Instead, it was peer review–six people, all sharing what they’d felt and observed. Technical acumen could come later, and a professional, experienced hand, could teach them specifics, but that didn’t matter yet, because this wasn’t about the mechanical parts of spellcasting. 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By Ishigreensa · Posted
Larry saw her shift in her seat on the bus, and he sighed. There was nothing he could do if she was wetting herself again right now. The child probably needs to be potty trained or something. She definitely needs to see a doctor though, too. He stayed quiet for the bus ride, not wanting to upset her anymore than she already was. Preteen kids were hard to handle sometimes, especially when they were trying to prove they were big people, but kept making child-like mistakes. No one seemed to pay either of them any attention as they rode on the bus together, and before they knew it, they were back at the motel. On their way in, Larry looked over at her as he unlocked the door. "When we get in, I want you to go straight to the toilet, and then I want to check your diaper. I don't know what is going on with you, but I do know you are having accidents a bit much." He went in and started to put her things away that they got for her. -
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By ValentinesStuff · Posted
Going in my burial instructions, closed casket, diapered and dressed like a baby.
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