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Chapter 9 might be the last chapter I get to post here before the forum shuts down. The story has now more or less finished its opening act. With almost 40,000 words it is already longer than Late Satisfaction and almost as long as all of Record Chaser. Overall, I'm very proud of the quality of the writing. Not because I think it's anywhere close to what a really good writer would produce, but because I can see the progression from the early chapters of Record Chaser, over Late Satisfaction and my various short stories, to the final chapter of Record Chaser, and now finally Divergent Limit. I think this is another clear improvement in quality and I'm happy to see myself getting better even as there is still plenty of room to grow.
When I started writing Divergent Limit I was a bit scared of the scope of the story. Three POV characters, a narrative that's set to unfold over multiple months instead of just a day or a couple of days, a much larger cast in general, and writing the story in a way that it is comprehensible to readers who don't know Record Chaser and Late Satisfaction felt daunting. But I'm happy with the outcome so far.
Next, I will be giving chapters 7, 8, and 9 of Divergent Limit a thorough editing pass to work out some of the remaining kinks, and do the same for chapters 9, 10, and 11 of Record Chaser.
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A big thank you to @Lucius, @Vela Nanashi, @RapeU, @mcpa1597, and @AdmiralPiet for their comments on Divergent Limit and its two prequels. It was nice to see at least a hand full of people invested in this little universe of connected stories while this forum lasted.
Yeah thanks for starting the forum and giving me inspiration to write a spinoff of your universe. I'll probably migrate stories over to A03 at some point.
Don't know when I'll get bit by the writing bug again. For now I've gotten bit by the ancestry bug and am trying to break a brick wall ancestor whose parents have been evasive for years.
Interesting to see Marla and Victoria talking, probably good though.
Cuteness of Eugene and Claire
Love that move Eugene getting behind Claire like that very nice
Ouch laughter hurts, but I also really needed to laugh Great from Alien point of view thing Eugene is doing
Love the shift from story/intellect to emotion/closeness
"You still with me?" is funny I imagine "yes physically" but I am not sure she is focusing on what he is saying anymore, just enjoying the melody of his voice and his closeness, beautiful
Aww had to break up the amazing embrace to go get seats. Also good to see Claire's body responding to Eugene with desire/need/wetness.
Also as for the sports stuff, I am an alien I don't get it, it is not really for me
Poor Maya and also poor Eleanor, seems she really needs to let off some steam/stress.
Wow... Maya, bad, don't taunt with that, it is likely gonna get you hurt.
Yeah... I think Eleanor probably lost quite a bit of control there, letting her anger blind her. As mystic/bonus mission dude in Tie Fighter game said "...let not your anger blind you, rather let it consume you, and in the purity of your hatred, you will find the deaths of your enemies..." lol ahem, I don't think Maya needs to die, but that beating she got seemed fair for poking Eleanor that way, but I suppose emotional attacks are not against the rules, but it is not something you are trained for.
Eh I don't think we can get rid of violence in our species, and I know from personal experience that being able to play some ultra violent game can calm those impulses in me, when I have those.
Ooh Victoria and Claire good was curious to see how they interact oil and water? Sodium and water? Or more harmonious?
Well I can imagine some reasons to stay in Riverton Eugene and Eleanor, other friends and students who may rely on her tutoring, but if Victoria is working on depleting everyone from Riverton and in particular will pull strings for Claire and Eleanor she can move them both too over to Princeton too maybe so that could work I guess not quite oil and water bad at least so that is good and Victoria means well, but in her unique way
Eleanor examined her body in the mirror in her bedroom when she accepted her father’s call.
“Hey Dad.”
She put him on speaker.
“How’s my girl?”
She turned to the side to get a better view of the bruise on her right upper arm.
“Good… I think. I’m actually looking at my bruises from yesterday right now.”
That satisfied grunt she knew so well radiated through her phone.
“I can only imagine. That Maya girl landed a few good hits.”
That caught her by surprise.
“How do you know that?”
She pulled up her shirt a little. Her stomach had taken a few good kicks as well.
“Jesse told me. He sent me a link to this YouTube thing. Somebody filmed your fight and put it on there. Still wish I could’ve been there.”
Usually, her father didn’t care much for social media. Sometimes, she envied his ability to live mostly offline in this day and age.
“Come on, Dad. Work’s more important. Are you still sure you want to come visit next weekend? Thanksgiving isn’t that far off, so we’ll see each other soon anyway.”
She turned to the other side to get a better look at the bruise on her left thigh. Anybody looking at her could have told which leg Maya had targeted with her attacks.
“But if I come visit you, I get to use my old coffee maker. I’m telling you, they don’t make’em like that anymore!”
She rolled her eyes with an affectionate smile on her face.
“Dad, it’s a coffee maker, not a perpetual motion machine.”
“A what?”
“A… a miracle machine. Anyway, if you miss it that much, Eugene and I can get our own coffee maker.”
“Nah, only the best for my girl!”
Overall, her body was more or less in the state she expected. Nothing unusual. But she could have had significantly less bruises if she had been more disciplined during her fight.
“So, what’s Eugene up to? I haven’t seen the little weirdo since you moved out. I kinda miss him, but don’t tell him that.”
Eleanor chuckled.
“My lips are sealed!”
Her father had always been fond of Eugene. Some things would never change.
“He’s in seventh heaven after hitting it off with his date yesterday.”
“Oh, did he finally find a cute Chinese girl that wants to go out with him? Good for him.”
“The Asian girls he likes are just a band, Dad. And Babymetal is from Japan…”
She could hear him clear his throat.
“So, uh, what… what was the fight like? With all the media people there? I only saw the video, but I can’t remember the crowd cheering like that for any of your other fights.”
He was trying so hard to talk normally to her despite being worried sick.
“People are just nuts. I hope my next fight won’t become a spectacle like that again.”
She grabbed her phone and lay down on her bed, her phone placed next to her pillow.
“You know what it’s like, Eleanor. Once the whole story is no longer news, they’ll move on to something else. But I think most people there meant well.”
She rolled onto her side and cuddled her pillow.
“Yeah. It was a lot, but also kinda nice, I guess. I think I managed to double the number of mathematicians in the country who’ve watched a kickboxing bout in a single night.”
She couldn’t resist watching and reading the immediate reactions to her victory after she had come home last night. The more serious newspapers wrote about the fight, the large audience, and the symbolic meaning of her stepping into the ring. She couldn’t have cared less about any of that. Then she found a few videos of women, in some cases girls even, who felt inspired to make their own story public. These other survivors breaking their silence made her hopeful.
After watching a couple of those, it didn’t take long for her to get a suggestion for a conspiracy theory video of some middle-aged guy claiming Robertson only confessed because he knew he’d lose the fight against the ‘feminist inquisition’ anyway. What an idiot. She knew that some people would go to great lengths to portray Robertson as the victim if he had denied her allegations. But refusing to believe even his own confession? If that didn’t convince them, then what?
She could only hope that her father wouldn’t see any of these videos. Then she noticed, he was still talking. Her thoughts had drifted a bit.
“I wanted to tell you, I’m proud of you for going through with the fight. I mean, I’m always proud of you. You know that. But now I’m even… well, ‘more’ isn’t the right word, I guess. You know, it’s… different.”
She hugged her pillow a little tighter, a faint smile on her lips.
“I love you too, Dad.”
She could hear his sigh of relief through the phone.
“Eleanor, if you need anything, talk to me. I don’t know what to do and I don’t want to do it wrong. So whatever it is you need, tell me. You can always come home and get away from it all for a few weeks. College can wait.”
She took the phone off speaker and held it to her ear.
“Thanks. I’m really fine. I fought for my future here. I don’t want to leave. But there’s one thing you could do for me.”
“Sure, anything.”
“Just give me an honest answer…”
She hesitated a moment and took a deep breath.
“Am I… like mom?”
What followed were a few seconds of silence. She could see her father scratch his head before her mind’s eye.
“You’re really putting me on the spot here. It might sound like a cop-out, but if you’re asking like this: In some ways you are, in others you aren’t. I guess you already knew that.”
Obviously, she had some things in common with her mother. There was probably not a single person on the planet that she didn’t share at least one trait with. Likewise, nobody was the same as her in every regard. In that sense, her question was bordering on being meaningless. What she really wanted to know was if her mother and her were the same in the way they approached the world.
“Then, uh… what’s the most important thing we have in common and what’s our biggest difference?”
Even more silence. She knew she was asking something of her father that didn’t come naturally to him. Abstractly identifying the core of what made another person who they were wasn’t in his wheelhouse. He wasn’t the kind of person who liked someone or something and then took a step back to define and categorize why he cared. He was perfectly content with not questioning why he experienced the world the way he did.
“Well, you know how people say: ‘You only regret the chances you didn’t take’?”
“Yeah?”
“If everybody was like Victoria and you, that saying wouldn’t exist.”
She didn’t fully understand where he was going with this.
“What are you getting at?”
“Most people err on the side of caution when they have a tough choice to make. And then they might not act at all because not choosing feels like not taking on any responsibility. They’re scared of it. I think the regret kicks in once they begin to understand that not choosing was a choice as well, just the cowardly one. It doesn’t make you any less responsible, if that makes sense?”
Eleanor nodded, only to realize that her father couldn’t see her.
“Yes, I understand what you’re saying.”
“You and your mother, you’re the opposite. You welcome the responsibility. You err on the side of action, not caution. It’s much easier for you to accept the consequences of what you did than of what you didn’t do. You’re not afraid of mistakes. Your mother once told me: ‘A mistake isn’t something to regret. It’s something to correct.’ You live like that too. And you certainly didn’t get that from me.”
What he was saying was true, at least to a degree. She had never agonized much over her choices. And she was certain that her mother didn’t become the CEO of White Mare by beginning her thought process with: ‘But what if I’m wrong?’
“That makes sense. And what’s the difference?”
Her fingers were digging into her phone now.
“For you…”
He took a moment before he continued. Eleanor recognized that pause. Her father had always taken great care to not talk badly about her mother, even in the immediate aftermath of their divorce. Looking back, she could only wonder how much he had doubted himself when he became a single father to a six-year-old daughter. He was weighing his words carefully, the same way as he always did when Eleanor complained about Victoria.
“… kindness isn’t something that needs to be… earned… I guess.”
She hadn’t expected that answer. She had never even thought about kindness in those terms. A person could most certainly lose their right to be treated kindly, Robertson being the most recent example that came to mind. But she agreed with her father. By default, kindness should be extended to everyone, and be withdrawn selectively from those who acted unworthy of it – and not the other way around.
Her thumb tenderly brushed along the edge of her phone.
“Thanks, Dad. I think, that part, I got from you.”
Her father gulped.
“Heh, well, don’t say that, kiddo. You turned out great. I… I just tried not to screw you up, that’s all. The rest was all you.”
After that, they talked for another twenty minutes about various things like her classes, perpetual motion machines, Eugene’s date, Victoria coming to her fight in a Princeton jersey, and that her dad had apparently never eaten ramen before – a gap in his cultural knowledge Eleanor was determined to close when he came to visit next weekend.
She was lying on her back, legs crossed, hands folded on her stomach. Her father’s words reverberated in her mind.
“Kindness isn’t something that needs to be earned.”
She whispered to no one. A mere ten seconds later, she almost jumped out of her bed to her feet. Her hurting abs didn’t appreciate the enthusiastic movement.
She was about to knock on Eugene’s door when she briefly wondered whether she should put more clothes on. But he had said that he was okay with it. Then she knocked.
“Yeah?”
Upon hearing his voice, she opened the door. Eugene was lounging on his bed, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. His hair was still damp and the minty scent of his shampoo lingered in the room. His eyes were glued to the screen of the laptop by his side.
“Is this… a bad time?”
He looked at her.
“No, why?”
She took a step into his room and closed the door behind her while she answered him.
“You’re in your underwear, on your bed, looking at your laptop. Certain activities that one might prefer to enjoy in privacy come to mind…”
Eugene laughed.
“Nah, I’m just tired and wanted to take a nap. But then I thought of something and couldn’t stop thinking about it until I looked it up. And trust me, nobody would jerk off… should jerk off to what I’m looking at.”
Eugene sounded a bit hoarse.
“Now you got me curious. But what’s with your voice?”
He made some space for her on his bed and sat upright. She sat down next to him.
“Nothing, I just did a silly voice yesterday. Apparently, my vocal chords didn’t have as much fun as I did.”
She chuckled. If she had expected anyone to go home hoarse yesterday, it would’ve been the announcer, maybe one of the coaches, but certainly not Eugene.
“So what are you looking at?”
He was reading something, but what caught her eye was a black-and-white photo of a young man open on the screen.
“Just this guy that’s important to Claire. Kurt Gödel. I wanted to understand a bit better what she was talking about, but I got stuck reading about his life instead.”
Eleanor scanned a bit more of what it said on the screen. She read the words out loud.
“Austrian, logician, born 1906 in Vienna, died 1978 in Princeton. Vienna to Princeton, quite the journey back then. The man got around. I think I heard the name before. What’s up with the guy?”
Eugene shrugged.
“I don’t really know. He proved that math is kind of fucked and this Hilbert guy didn’t like it. I don’t really get it. But his life’s story is really tragic.”
“How so?”
“Well, this beautifully rational mind, this master logician without equal got so paranoid later in life that he trusted nobody to prepare his meals but his wife. And when she no longer could do so, he starved himself to death.”
Eleanor looked closer at the man in the photo, searching for signs that would give away the later mental instability. She found none.
“Damn, tragic indeed. What a way to go. You think he thought of himself as logical until the very end?”
“Hell do I know. Just makes you wonder if logic and reason might be overrated after all if even a guy like him can lose his mind like that, doesn’t it? Anyway, what did you want?”
Eleanor hugged her knees close to her chest and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. She knew what she wanted to say, but now that she was sitting here, she felt embarrassed after all.
“Would you… hold me for a bit?”
Eugene didn’t say anything. She just felt his arm on her back and then his hand on her shoulder. She was about to lean into him when he gave her an energetic tug. Surprised, she lost her balance and her head bumped against his.
“Ouch!”
They both shouted at the same time. Her aching head rested against his shoulder.
“What the fuck was that supposed to be?”
Eugene rubbed his head as well.
“I thought my only chance against you was a move you’d never see coming because it’s illegal in kickboxing.”
“Well, whatever combat sport you might pick up one day, make sure to learn moves that hurt your opponent more than yourself.”
“Gotcha.”
She let go of her legs and put her hand on his.
“Do you mind if we lie down?”
Eugene shook his head in response. She lay on her side with her back to Eugene. It didn’t take long before she felt his arm wrapped around hers, his hand above hers, and his calm breath against her hair. He had held her like this before for the first two nights after she had confided in him. But it was the first time that he wasn’t wearing a shirt while holding her.
A minute passed. Then another. The Babymetal poster on the wall. The DragonForce hoodie draped over the desk chair. The growing collection of metal albums on the shelf that felt a little out of place in this digital age. She was most definitely in Eugene’s room.
He didn’t do anything. His continued breath was his only movement. The quiet made the moment feel weirdly intimate. Was this just normal to him? For as long as she could remember, Eugene had never been awkward around girls. Or not more awkward than he was anyway. He tended to be unapologetically himself no matter who he was with. She adored and envied him for that.
The hand holding her was the same he had put on her shoulder when she had tried to kiss him. It had also pushed her off him when she had groped him. She remembered it well, that moment. Her hand on his crotch and her surprise at him not being hard. Moments before, she had felt his muscles tense as her hand wandered down his body. She had wanted to believe that he was excited, but he had just been tense because he was frightened. And then the sudden push. She had fallen onto the mattress while Eugene had jumped out of her bed and dashed to the door.
The look on his face as he stared at her while he stood in the door frame was burned into her memory. He was angry, out of breath, and afraid… of her. She couldn’t bear the silence anymore.
“You’re not going to say anything?”
Eugene took a second to respond. He sounded sleepy.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Most people would probably ask ‘What’s wrong?’ or something like that.”
“Uhh, okay… So, what’s wrong?”
She sighed.
“Nothing, I just talked to my dad.”
“Oh, how’s Sam?”
“He’s fine. If he asks you about your Chinese girlfriend next weekend, it’s not my fault.”
“What?”
Eugene snorted, clearly amused.
“Just dad being dad.”
“Alright.”
Then silence again. But this time, he broke it.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You, mostly.”
She had answered his question honestly without thinking.
“Oh? I hope only good things.”
She closed her eyes.
“I’m not so sure.”
Nothing again for a few seconds.
“Come on, you got to give me more than that. Did I do something?”
She didn’t know if her talking about this was good or bad for Eugene. But she couldn’t keep it to herself anymore.
“I’ve been thinking about what I did to you. I knew I hurt you. But…”
Eugene drew her closer. He didn’t let go the moment she brought up the pain she had caused him. He encouraged her to go on.
“With every day that passes, I understand a little more that… there is no going back. With every day that passes since… my own rape, I understand a little more how deep the wound I touched really is. Will it take me six years to fully comprehend what I did to you? How could you forgive me for this?”
Part of her wanted to turn around, but she lacked the resolve to face him as she fought the tears welling in her eyes. Eugene rested his forehead against the back of her head.
“In the end, it wasn’t difficult. Not after I heard your apology. I forgave you the moment you stopped talking, even though it took me a while to say it.”
Eleanor hung her head and sighed.
“You’re just a better person than me then. I couldn’t have done that.”
Eugene slowly shook his head. She could feel it through his nose brushing through her hair.
“You got that wrong. We think of forgiveness as this selfless act. But is it really? I didn’t sacrifice my wellbeing to make you feel better. I didn’t want to lose my friend.”
A few tears escaped her eyes.
“I... didn’t want to lose you. It’s as simple as that.”
She suddenly turned around and reached for his face. She looked into his wide-open, watery eyes.
“Eugene, tell me, who is looking after you?”
He seemed startled.
“Uh… what?”
She repeated herself.
“Who is looking after you?”
He grabbed the hand on his cheek and put on that familiar kind, patient smile.
“Don’t worry about me. It’s all fresh for you. Of course we’re focusing more on you right now.”
She was looking into his eyes as if she could force him not to look away with her gaze alone.
“Eleanor, really, it’s…”
“Don’t you dare say it’s okay!”
Eugene flinched at the sudden intensity in her voice. She didn’t let him say anything before she continued.
“I’ve had so much support. You, my dad, Ashley, even my mom’s trying. The nurse has been so kind. Nicole immediately believed me when we asked for help with the article. I wasn’t alone. And then I try to picture it.”
“What…?”
“The 12-year-old boy going to sleep without anybody hugging him. Going to school the next day. Quitting basketball out of nowhere and nobody connecting the dots. Five years of not telling anybody. That must have been so incredibly lonely. So don’t tell me that was okay.”
Eugene lowered his eyes and looked at their feet.
“No, uh… it was… not okay.”
Her forehead leaned against his, her hand cradled his head.
“I don’t know how you turned out this wonderful going through all of this alone. And I know I haven’t done a good job looking after you. But I’ll promise you, from now on, I will. I’ll look after you.”
Eugene embraced her tightly.
“I didn’t know I… looked that fragile to you.”
He sounded almost amused. She gently stroked his hair. She had to admit, Claire wasn’t wrong. His curls were nice to play with.
“You don’t. That’s the point. While I fumble about every step of the way, you always look like you got it all figured out. Always composed, funny if it’s appropriate, serious when you need to be, and you always know the right thing to say. That’s what makes people think they don’t need to look after you. Compare that to me.”
She took a deep breath.
“I hurt you, then rush this whole going public thing. I couldn’t tell my parents what happened before the article went online. I hurt Michael, and then I lose control in the ring. Everybody can see I’m a total mess barely held together by spit and duct tape.”
Eugene began to shake in her arms. For a moment she thought he was crying. But then she heard him laugh. He hid his face behind one hand while his dying laughter kept his body trembling.
“Is that really how you see us?”
She was taken aback by his disbelief.
“Y… Yes? What’s so weird about that?”
He composed himself.
“It’s been six years. You’re the only one I ever told about what happened. My coach is still out there for all I know, doing god knows what to children. Meanwhile, you’ve gone public mere days after the assault, got the man removed from his job, and inspired I don’t know how many other survivors to come forward.”
Despite his earlier laughter, he didn’t seem to be joking.
“You’re annoyed at yourself for occasionally stumbling while you’re busy speedrunning trauma recovery. And then you see the guy in the rear-view mirror, who’s too scared to take the first step, and tell yourself: ‘See how steady he looks just standing there?’”
Now she was the one who was looking down, not knowing what to say to that. Then she felt Eugene’s hand on her cheek, encouraging her to look at him again.
“Eleanor, I’m not trying to tell you what to feel. And I won’t claim to know exactly what all the people who showed up to your fight yesterday are thinking. But from where I stand…”
He was so sincere as he looked into her eyes, his face mere inches from hers.
“…you look blindingly brilliant.”
Neither of them blinked as they stared at each other in silence. Her heart was pounding. Eugene’s palm suddenly felt very warm on her cheek. Her hand in his hair had gone still a while ago. She could feel his breath on her face.
“Jesus, dude! You can’t look deep into a girl’s eyes and just say stuff like that.”
Eugene started to blink as he seemed to become self-conscious.
“Uh, right, you’re right. Sorry, I didn’t…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, nor did either of them move away. Eleanor regained her composure first. Her face relaxed as her hand wandered from his hair back to his face.
“We can’t keep doing this, can we?”
“You mean, because of Claire?”
“Kinda, but not really. It’s not about her. I might find someone. If things don’t work out between you and her, you will eventually find somebody else. This… has an expiration date, hasn’t it?”
It was an odd feeling. Mourning the loss of a connection that felt so vividly alive in her hands.
“You’re right. So, what now?”
She moved a bit closer. It was time to ask the question.
“Have you ever thought about us as a couple?”
“Of course I have. It’s hard not to when everybody around us treats us like we’re basically a married couple that hasn’t filed the necessary paperwork yet.”
She chuckled. She knew exactly what Eugene meant. It was a miracle that her father, for once, hadn’t insinuated anything earlier.
“Me too. The thing is… I know that I want this…”
Her thumb caressed his cheek.
“But I’m not sure about this.”
She let her thumb wander over his lips.
“Before all this, I thought I knew I didn’t want it. But maybe I was just telling myself that to protect something? I’m not sure anymore.”
Their noses almost touched as she carefully dragged his lips open with her thumb. She could hear and see him gulp.
“I don’t trust what I feel anymore. Sometimes… I think I want it. And then I wonder… do I want it… or do I… just want to want it… because I should want it… because it makes sense…?”
Their noses touched. They were so close now that her eyes could no longer produce a single sharp image of Eugene’s face, making it impossible for her to read his expression. As they pushed further with this agonizingly slow speed, the soft tips of their noses briefly bent inward, like two soft cushions colliding in slow motion, before they began to slide past each other. They stopped just before their mouths met, their trembling breaths hot on the other’s lips.
“I’m not afraid.”
That was all Eugene had to say.
“Neither am I.”
They crossed the remaining distance. Her lips gently parted his. Their mouths barely moved, no tongue darted forward driven by explosive passion. Just soft lips curiously exploring one another, a hand hiding in his hair, knuckles tenderly caressing her cheek, and the faint taste of lingering tears. Anticipation became sensation, sensation became feeling, feeling became evidence, and evidence became certainty.
They broke the kiss and created some distance between them, just enough to see the other clearly again. Eleanor took her hand off Eugene’s face and let her fingers trace her lips. She began to speak.
“That felt…”
“…wrong?”
“Yeah.”
“It was a good kiss, though.”
“I think so too.”
She was glad he felt the same.
“So… we’re good?”
She had to ask. He furrowed his brows and scratched his head.
“I don’t know. I think so? This is weird.”
Truer words had never been spoken.
“Now I get to ask you. What are you thinking about?”
Eugene’s befuddled expression became sheepish as he began to blush.
“You really want to know?”
“Of course, or I wouldn’t have asked.”
The smile on his lips looked so boyish, so unburdened by the premature maturity he usually carried himself with.
“I think… I’m in love with Claire.”
He was so happy.
“In case you haven’t noticed it yet, she’s clearly into you. And look at you, going after an older girl like that.”
“Oh come on, not you too! She’s 21, not 50!”
She couldn’t help but tease him.
“I’m just saying, take it into account if you want to have kids. Clock’s ticking!”
Next thing, his pillow hit her in the face. Her muffled laughter filled the room.
Eleanor couldn’t even imagine what their friendship would ultimately become. Nothing had been solved. But she knew that she wanted Eugene to enjoy an uncomplicated romance with Claire.
Ooops got drawn into the wonderful talk Eleanor had with her dad there, if he does not already have it he needs a big coffee mug with "Best Dad Ever" or something on it
Eugene and Eleanor are adorable friends and just confirmed that is what they are, very good, and emotional, and my eyes are leaking. I am glad Eleanor got to confirm that he is okay and has forgiven her, and he is correct that she is very brave, and that he is not, on the whole rape reporting thing. Still she is older than he was when it happened, so I think it makes sense why he might have not reported when he was just a kid, I don't know if it is too late to do it now, if he wanted to, take her good example maybe.
Also yeah maybe cuddling together as friends for comfort might be over, but maybe Claire would be okay with that, if Eugene is okay with Jason, but I suppose it is not normally socially acceptable for stupid reasons, even when there is no sex involved.
Been away for a while, Summertime didn't read much. But I enjoyed catching up on the last chapters of this story.
Good way finding out if you should be a couple by kissing. Also enjoyed the fight, the emotions of Claire described in every detail.
Hope to find more stories from you on AO3.
Vela Nanashi wrote: Sat Sep 19, 2026 1:48 pm
Love that move Eugene getting behind Claire like that very nice
Hehe, it was time to let that boy have some game.
Vela Nanashi wrote: Sat Sep 19, 2026 1:48 pm
Ouch laughter hurts, but I also really needed to laugh Great from Alien point of view thing Eugene is doing
That was a lot of fun to write. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Vela Nanashi wrote: Sat Sep 19, 2026 1:48 pm
Aww had to break up the amazing embrace to go get seats. Also good to see Claire's body responding to Eugene with desire/need/wetness.
I thought that was a good first step for her.
Vela Nanashi wrote: Sat Sep 19, 2026 1:48 pm
Yeah... I think Eleanor probably lost quite a bit of control there, letting her anger blind her. As mystic/bonus mission dude in Tie Fighter game said "...let not your anger blind you, rather let it consume you, and in the purity of your hatred, you will find the deaths of your enemies..." lol ahem, I don't think Maya needs to die, but that beating she got seemed fair for poking Eleanor that way, but I suppose emotional attacks are not against the rules, but it is not something you are trained for.
I actually don't know what the rules are. But I think generic trash talk is one thing, personal attacks are another. Imagine fighting someone who lost a child in a car accident and then making fun of that. To me, that would be a low blow that I hope a referee would not let slide.
Vela Nanashi wrote: Sat Sep 19, 2026 1:48 pm
Ooh Victoria and Claire good was curious to see how they interact oil and water? Sodium and water? Or more harmonious?
Victoria is fun to write. Her very blunt directness is so different from most of my other characters.
Vela Nanashi wrote: Sun Oct 04, 2026 8:27 pm
Ooops got drawn into the wonderful talk Eleanor had with her dad there, if he does not already have it he needs a big coffee mug with "Best Dad Ever" or something on it
I like Sam as a character too! I love the contrast between him and Victoria.
Vela Nanashi wrote: Sun Oct 04, 2026 8:27 pm
Eugene and Eleanor are adorable friends and just confirmed that is what they are, very good, and emotional, and my eyes are leaking. I am glad Eleanor got to confirm that he is okay and has forgiven her, and he is correct that she is very brave, and that he is not, on the whole rape reporting thing. Still she is older than he was when it happened, so I think it makes sense why he might have not reported when he was just a kid, I don't know if it is too late to do it now, if he wanted to, take her good example maybe.
I wouldn't hold not reporting against Eugene. He was 12 when it happened. Just like Eleanor is too harsh with herself, so is he when he looks at himself. We'll see what he does in the future, no spoilers from me!
Vela Nanashi wrote: Sun Oct 04, 2026 8:27 pm
Also yeah maybe cuddling together as friends for comfort might be over, but maybe Claire would be okay with that, if Eugene is okay with Jason, but I suppose it is not normally socially acceptable for stupid reasons, even when there is no sex involved.
It was time to address that subplot. I guess it's about more than just cuddling. There is also an emotional intensity to that can easily overshadow a romantic partner.
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@BlueRaven Nice to see you're still around. Feel free to say hello in AO3's comment section once this forum is no more. I'd love to see you around.
I'm glad you enjoyed the fight. Writing fight scenes is not something I've done a lot, nor do I know a lot about kickboxing. So that was a bit of a challenge. It's nice to hear that the fight didn't come across as odd.
