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The first Academy part made me feel really uncomfortable cause it was so dark. Certainly horror stories -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Yeah… I think I intended this to be one chapter, but it came out pretty long. Don't want to keep you waiting at this point, though. 134. Our Future Ffrances smiled when she looked at the page. There were so many notes in it, so many messages. Some of them were inconsequential things, a letter from one character to another about something that had happened in one of the other comics. Both characters who were in this book, and those who weren’t. Some of them were generic text messages that someone might send, like asking a spouse to pick up eggs at the supermarket. Ffrances gave a little laugh when she found that one; “We need eggs” was nearly always one of the messages in these displays, but the names were always different, and sometimes it was in another language. And then there were the personal messages… snippets of off-topic discussion from the various forums where Kernigan’s fans congregated. It was a mark of respect for a fan to see their name on the page; it meant that Kernigan thought they were someone worth paying attention to. And Ffrances was already excited to see if any of her friends had appeared. Ffrances started in the top corner of the page, trying to ensure that she wrung every drop of truth and foreshadowing out of every single message. I’d seen her trying to decipher them before, and I knew that a page like this could take more than an hour to read in full. But I would happily wait. And this time, I could understand some of what she was talking about. It really was a weird rabbit hole once you started reading those books; a whole world of interconnected theories, stories, and jokes that felt like you could only see through the smallest window. I was glad I’d given it a chance. Watching her go through every detail, I felt like I was falling in love with her all over again. So serious, so meticulous, but still making enough little jokes. I could have listened to that voice for hours, no matter what she was talking about. She knew an awful lot, sure, but she was also incredibly intelligent and could put the right clues together in a forest of red herrings. She had a mind like a razor, and she could always come to the right answer. And perhaps more importantly, she was always happy to accept help. She would talk to anyone, and never thought herself superior. Those were the things that had gotten my interest in the first place; even more than her figure. Somehow, it was Spike who noticed my message first. He pointed it out at the bottom of the page: “This one’s for Ephemeral Addict!” I saw Ffrances’s eyes go wide when she heard that, but she didn’t read it right away. Even the boy who had planted himself in our house, disrupting all of our plans, got some measure of respect. She asked him to read it, so that he could feel like he was a part of this discovery. So it would be something they discovered together. And I hoped that he wouldn’t make a joke of it, because his keen eyes suddenly had the power to ruin the atmosphere for my proposal, which I had worked on for so long. “It’s addressed to you,” he said simply. “You should read it.” And in that moment I was grateful to him. Even after everything I had done, and everything I was going to do to get him out of my hair, he didn’t take the chance to get in my way. “Ephemeral Addict,” Ffrances read, and it felt strange to hear her reading her own nickname. Especially since she’d never said it aloud to me before. In fact, the only person I’d heard use that name for her had been Kernigan. She read out the message; and the joke about buying her a golden ring. And then her voice cracked and she was fighting against a sudden stammer as she came to the last sentence. “Will you marry me?” That was my cue. I had the ring out of my pocket while she was reading, and opened it as she said those words. And perhaps she wasn’t sure the message was from me. Her lips were parted as she looked up, as if there was another question there. But then she saw the box, and the sparkling diamond, and she was lost for words. “”Ffrances,” I repeated as she looked up. “Please. Will you marry me?” “How did you even…” she asked. Perhaps the emotions were too sudden for her to process, and she was still thinking like the completionist detective who had to solve every riddle. She had to understand how I could possibly have gotten a message included in the comic book where I knew she would find it. She speculated for a couple of minutes, without answering the question. And I decided that it was better to keep holding out the ring until her mind landed in the present again. Tess and the boy helped her to come up with answers. Apparently Spike had been in Malarkey & Sons shopping for a friend last week, and had heard Isaac telling his husband that the mysterious Mark Smith had been Maurice Kernigan. Ffrances was shocked to hear that, but from there it wasn’t too hard for her to put the pieces together. And finally, she took the ring box from my hands. “You thought so hard about that,” she said, amazed. “I wanted it to be perfect,” I said. “I want everything to be perfect for you. Will you marry me?” She mumbled and stammered for a minute, but I knew that wasn’t something to worry about. She wasn’t nervous, and she wasn’t disapproving. She was just too overcome by emotion, and she didn’t know what to say. “You know nothing would make me happier!” she finally managed. “But it’s not just about us. We’ve got a family now, even if it’s not in the traditional way, and we have to think about what’s best for the kids too. I don’t want to do anything that would cause more tension here. You understand?” I nodded slowly, and did my best to explain. Tess said something first, about how she just wanted Ffrances to be happy, and she could take care of everything to make sure that she didn’t come between us. And then I tried to say something similar. I told her that I wanted us to be like a real family, and that I would do my best to be the stable parental figure that Tess needed; and to accept when she wanted something that I might not agree with. I promised that I would do my best, and that I wouldn’t obstruct her again. I watched as Ffrances digested everything that we had said, and I was sure that she was going to say ‘yes’ now. But she still wasn’t quite certain. “I’ll try not to screw it up,” I added, hoping that was something I was capable of. Ffrances’s lips moved slightly, as she rehearsed the words she was about to say, to make sure that they were right. And then we all went silent as she spoke. “Before I answer, please tell me one thing. Say that you remember the promise you made earlier this week, and that you’re still planning to keep it.” The promise. That I would not say no to Tess; I had to treat my baby like an adult, and let her make her own mistakes. But I guessed that was what she needed now. Ffrances was sure, and I knew it would be worth it. If Tess was really in trouble, it was important that we were there to help her out, and that she felt she could trust me. I had a plan to make Ffrances realise that Tess wasn’t as responsible as she seemed; and if I was going to do that, I needed to seem like I was on her side until I could find the opportunity. “You can trust me,” I said. “Even when it doesn’t seem like it. I screwed up today. I didn’t want to tell you what Tess had asked for, because I didn’t want to ruin the big day. I was going to tell you, I promise I was. I was just procrastinating, because the thought of having a man in the house still scares me. Putting it off so I could pretend it wasn’t such a big deal, I guess. I should have asked you, like I promised Tess I would. And I’ll try to do better. I’m not perfect, but I’ll try.” “Then let’s ask these two. They are a part of our family. And they should have a chance to make their worries known. Tess? Spike? Would you be uncomfortable staying here if me and Gabby were planning to get married? Would you be okay in a house that’s turning into a nuclear family? I know you both would be somewhere between family and guests, and we would have to think about all the details of that and see what feels natural, but I don’t want you to feel like we’re pulling the rug from under you.” And they were nothing but supportive to me. I think on some level, Tess realised that she couldn’t put her little side back in the box, and she needed a mommy figure. She wanted it really, and was just trying not to admit it. She said that she wanted us to be a family, and I knew that was the signal that I needed. It was a long conversation, but everyone was pushing Ffrances in the same direction. The boy just wanted there to be a family he could be part of. Maybe I’d misunderstood him; he understood that his own family was broken, and wanted to be a part of ours instead. Well, so long as he didn’t try to be the man of the house, I could cope with that. And I was getting more confident now that I could persuade him to listen to the hypnosis recording that Ffrances had made for Tess. The boy would be a little girl, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about him at all. I would be able to humiliate him however I wanted, and he was sure to go along with it just to be here with us. I shouldn’t have fought against him; letting him join our family would be the easiest way to get him under my control, and I was sure that anything Tess thought she felt for him would quickly turn around. Eventually, Ffrances said yes. She put the ring on, and it looked even more beautiful on her finger. And then, because this was still Ffrances, she had to keep on reading the ring. Unterminated Ring, the comic book. Watching my fiancée enjoying herself, I couldn’t have been happier. -
Thinking of taking back up wood burning during the winter coming up, need to start making some side cash as im slightly drowning... I can make custom signs for your abdl nursery, garage signs, man cave/she shed signs... They are hand burned NOT machined or pressed etc. I free hand draw and burn everything. Pricing will be super fair and will be discussed privately and will have to include shipping. Cost can depend on how "crazy" you want to go... Just some thoughts. Not set in stone unless I get alot of interest. -
Nice to see you back. I love the story and I'm curious to see how deep this all will go before it end's. Friendly greetings, Toet
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