Out of my depth.
21 Apr 2019 01:28 pmYesterday was the first check-in. I was all ready to strut my stuph, because I had written 740 words that I was very proud of. I had gotten the Third Doctor's voice down perfectly and set the scene for his meeting with Pitch Black. I'd also outlined all twelve chapters and gotten down a separate scene towards the end of the tale.
I was feeling happy with my progress until I saw someone else's comment about "all 50 fics" that they'd submitted for check-in, and then another comment from a different person about having forty-three thousand words written so far.
Now it feels silly to be proud of my 740 words.
Intellectually I know full well not to make comparisons. But I am feeling dreadfully intimidated at the moment.
I really want to tell this story; it's near and dear to my heart, and I'm hoping at least one other person out there will enjoy it too, despite the "crack treated seriously" nature of such a crossover.
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wipbigbang, to finish "And Fear As My Companion", a DOCTOR WHO / RISE OF THE GUARDIANS crossover set early in the Third Doctor era, featuring Pitch Black, the Third Doctor, Liz Shaw and The Brigadier.It's literally been in draft mode since I joined the RotG fandom back in May 2015.
[NDU] Fandom event for April 2019
19 Mar 2019 11:05 am30daysofnightmaredorks, which will cross-post from Tumblr.I invite folks to play along.
Catharsis.
26 Feb 2019 11:42 amI either want to take a seven-hour shower, or else go back in time and hug an earlier version of myself.
It's here if you're curious. I will probably repost it here at some point, in tandem with the piece that inspired it.
Weary Of The Sound Of Screams
Back from con with a sprained paw.
21 Feb 2019 08:20 pmBut fall I did, which has made the last four days or so difficult and challenging... eating, dressing, fixing my hair, doing my job...
Typing is the least painful activity, but I need to limit it for now.
But I sold a fair amount for books, saw many members of my horror fam, and hung out for three days with my bestie.
It was a good week until yesterday.
10 Feb 2019 10:36 amI'm getting ready to be a first-time vendor at Boskone, a science fiction and fantasy literary convention that's been running for more than fifty years. I have attended the con many times, but have never set up table space there. I'm running around this weekend trying to triage what I'm taking, because there's only so much space. On top of so much to pack, I have to make sure the boxes don't weigh too much [books, ha ha], because both I and my two drivers / table helpers have medical issues.
It will all get done, I know, but I'm a bundle of nerves.
Yet another Tumblr logoff protest.
1 Feb 2019 05:05 pmPersonal stuph? Fandom meta?
Please advise.
Series Begun:
Unconnected stories in the RISE OF THE GUARDIANS / GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD fandom[s],
and in its subfandom[s] known as Nightmare Dork University / NDU Wardrobeverse.24 tales in all, written by request for 12 different lovely people on Tumblr.
EACH STORY WILL HAVE ITS OWN RATING, so peruse with care.
How in the world did I end up in the absolutely best tandem-fandom ever? And how can I
thank the folks who create for RotGoC and NDU?By giving them presents for my birthday....
One short piece based on one of my works, and a second short piece based on one of their
works.Click the Tumblr link above if you want to know more.
2] Tales of Nightmare Dork UniversitySeries Begun: 2016-04-01 Series Updated: 2019-01-20 Description: The interactions of five college-aged students at NDU...
1] Pitch Black, high-strung drama major, prone to migraines, jealousy, and hissyfits
2] Piki Black, his more financially successful twin brother, who has emotional baggage
of his own
3] Coz Pitchiner, lacrosse player, athletic scholarship student, in SOME kind of
relationship with Pitch [bed partner? boyfriend? fiend and tormentor?]
4] Proto, rooms with Pitch and Pitchiner, has some HIGHLY unusual habits
and a taxidermied best friend, a ferret called Mister Pickles
5] Jack Sickle, extremely shy and nervous student of early childhood education,
stalked / idolized by PikiSee series notes for more information; I did not create these characters, I'm merely
having the time of my life playing with them.Notes: If you are wondering what the devil Nightmare Dork University is, and what it has to do
with either the movie RISE OF THE GUARDIANS or the GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD books
by William Joyce, please visit the NDU 101 page on Tumblr and its accompanying tags.
It's a wild and woolly ride involving four different versions of Pitch Black and a very
different version of Jack Frost, all of whom either room together or "fraternize" in a
college / university AU.
3] NDU Relative Values
Series Begun: 2018-02-08 Series Updated: 2018-10-20 Description: A spin-off of my Tales of Nightmare Dork University series, focusing on family members,
past and present, of our NDU boys.
4] Footlights and Frontispieces, Monsters and Manifolds
Series Begun: 2018-10-20 Series Updated: 2019-01-20 Description: Another offshoot of the Tales of Nightmare Dork University, set in the future.
Notes: In this AU, Piki Black and Jack Sickle are married and dividing their time between Manhattan
and upstate New York. They have a daughter, Emily Sickle Black, who will eventually become
a volcanologist, and will have a daughter of her own named Zilpha.Piki is a successful playwright, and spends six weeks each summer running a youth theater
workshop in Rotsblok Falls, 185 miles north of New York City.Jack has quite a few years of early elementary school teaching under his belt and eventually
becomes the author of the children's book series ARTHROPOD ABBEY, illustrated by his and
Piki's niece, entomologist Seraphina Pitchiner.Also in this AU, Pitch Black and Coz Pitchiner reunited after a long separation, during which
time Coz did military service and had a surrogate bear a daughter for him, unbeknownst to
Pitch. After a lot of soul-searching, Pitch accepted Seraphina as his own daughter and the
three became a family.A series of lucky breaks led Pitch to a career as a horror novelist and sought-after
screenwriter, which helped tone down the rivalry between himself and Piki.After Coz left the military, he took some of the skills he'd learned there to open his own
garage and automotive repair service, which gave him a good enough income that he didn't
feel he was leeching off Pitch. At a later point, for a lark, he answered an ad to teach a night
course in military history at a community college's adult education program, and shockingly
found he was good at it, surprised that his NDU degree was useful for something.Pitch and Coz did not formally marry until Seraphina was seven. They live in the rowhouse
Coz inherited from his maternal grandparents in Isherwood, a NYC suburb.Proto, as always, is an unknown quantity. What he did after NDU remains to be seen.
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I will be slowly transporting the pieces that were originally posted on Tumblr, and
crossposting the ones that appear on AO3.
[Fic] His Days Like Crazy Paving
29 Jan 2019 02:06 pmFandom: Crossover - Rise of the Guardians / Doctor Who / Torchwood
Rating: Gen
Pairings: None
Relationships: None
Characters: Captain Jack Harkness, Pitch Black, Sanderson Mansnoozie
Story Summary: Two immortals observe a third.
Author's notes: An AU where Jack walked away from Victorian-era Torchwood and never got a hope spot..
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The ramshackle man coughed as he emerged from his nest of piled-up newspapers and scavenged cardboard under the rotting footbridge. He blinked in vexation at watery sunlight stabbing painfully into his rheumy eyes. He hitched one shoulder higher than the other as he straightened from a crouch to what passed for a standing position.
His sleeves felt looser today. His greatcoat was a necessary weight upon his bony shoulders and broken frame... with it, his movements were hampered; without it, there was not enough of *him* to keep body and soul together in a literal sense.
His mind was too raddled by alcohol to wend its way through metaphors. A few random thoughts did manage to emerge from the cerebral underbrush.
Maybe another blanket will fall from the sky.
Would a blanket come if he looked for it? Would it come when he wasn't looking?
Didn't other things fall from the sky? Wasn't there someONE who used to arrive out of the blue from the sky?
"Out of the blue", now that was a good one. He wanted to get into the blue, didn't he...
What?
He propelled himself away from the retaining wall onto the sidewalk, driven by a need for sustenance. His hands clutched at the air in front of him in spasmodic movements; in its transit, his left wrist passed briefly into his line of sight.
There was something on his wrist.
There was nothing on his wrist.
"Yes, that's right, you're going. You've been gone for ages. You're already gone. You're still here. You've just arrived. I haven't even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time. Think about me when you're living your life one day after another, all in a neat pattern. Think of the old traveller, with his days like crazy paving."
He scarcely noticed passersby on the pavement, since most shied away from him, gave him a wide berth or crossed the street to get clear of him entirely. His mind did fleetingly register that the air was very strange today; he would move between warm pockets of air and cold ones seemingly at random, and neither gave him a pleasant sensation.
Hunger was the enemy now, and to conquer it was now the only thing that moved his feet over the uneven rises and falls of concrete. The dumpster behind the restaurant called out to him... there would be something there for him.
And then back to his blanket, a thing that had come to him rather than something he had sought.
His endless days were unsought as well.
He wished he could remember seeking.
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After the fourth instance of each of them positioning themselves in front of the shambling drunkard and finding themselves walked through each time, the short golden figure raised small pawlike hands to the taller black-draped one in a silent gesture of defeat.
With a shake of the head the slender, lanky being murmured, "We don't register even as hallucinations. I could have sworn, with the number of aliens he's seen, that he'd see US."
They watched the doomed man shuffle away from them, the buttons on his greatcoat once as bright as the Sandman's eyes, the tarry stains at its hem as dark as the Boogeyman's robes.
The Captain's shadow was more handsome than he.
Keeping myself accountable for completed and in-progress works on Tumblr and Archive Of Our Own, as well as works in draft on GoogleDocs.
Status as of 9 October 2018...
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RISE OF THE GUARDIANS / GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD
1] COMPLETE - “Realize”, a BenneFrost promptfic for @nose-nippin-fun. Aged-up Jamie Bennett as a older mortal in love with an immortal Jack Frost, and vice versa.
2] IN PROGRESS - “Missed It By THAT Much”, set in the same ‘verse/timeline as “Realize”, but a few decades earlier. Jack has to deal with his feelings about his boyfriend spending time with someone else, even if that someone is involved with Jamie for purely professional reasons.
3] COMPLETE - “P.I.T.C.H. 2095″ - written for @rotg-goc-events for Fave Ship Week. A dieselpunk AU about a thoughtful present from an elder sibling to cheer a younger sibling after a bad breakup.
4] COMPLETE - “All Hallows Eels” - written for the #blackicecostumeparty challenge at @blackiceweek. Summary: You wouldn’t think costumes with a theme would be Pitch Black’s thing… at least, not in public.
5]IN PROGRESS- “A Citizen Of The Universe And A Gentleman To Boot” - inspired by “Learning To See” by @emeralddawn13. Summary: Jamie Bennett’s mother attempts to befriend Pitch Black.
6] COMPLETE - “A Temptation Averted”, a Guardian!Pitch AU BlackIce gift fic for @miss-evening, based on the prompt “ Person A is in bed reading a book. Person B enters and climbs into bed with them. Without looking up person A raises their arm so that person B can crawl under and snuggle up with them. Person B falls asleep. “
7] PLOTTED / NOT YET WRITTEN - “Fear-Water Tea” - a bit of fluph wherein Pitch brews a once-a-year special tea, an homage to OWL AT HOME by Arnold Lobel, inspired by and springboarding off a sketch request done for me by @guardian-of-da-gay..
8] PLOTTED / NOT YET WRITTEN - “Not In Songs Of Earth” - a tale of North and Jack, operating independently of one another, set within the timeframe of a Victorian children’s book called THE BIRDS’ CHRISTMAS CAROL by Kate Douglas Wiggin.
9] STARTED/ STILL IN DRAFT MODE - Untitled - a sickfic request from @gretchensinister, to be a sequel to her OT6 story “The Very Daring Rescue”.
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ROTGOC CROSSOVERS
1] COMPLETE - “His Days Like Crazy Paving” - a RISE OF THE GUARDIANS / TORCHWOOD crossover featuring Captain Jack Harkness, Pitch Black, and Sanderson Mansnoozie.
2] PLOTTED / NOT YET WRITTEN - A crossover with DOCTOR WHO, where Pitch Black and The Third Doctor bond over exile and loneliness, working title “And Fear As My Companion”, not sure if it’s going to be a one-shot or a series.
NIGHTMARE DORK UNIVERSITY [a spinoff college AU of RotGoC, that has generated dozens of AUs of its own]
Nightmare Dork 101, Or What The Hey Is This NDU Stuph Anyway, written by @mira-eyeteeth
1] COMPLETE - “Dreamwalker” - Springboarded off a post on @textsfromrotg. A Nightmare Dork University story featuring Jack Sickle and Proto Pitch having an unexpectedly civil exchange.
2] COMPLETE - “Somewhere Deep Inside Of These Bones” - written from an askmeme prompt from @bowlingforgerbils requesting some NDU StageFright. Blurb: Piki cluelessly does the right thing for Jack for ENTIRELY the wrong reasons.
3] COMPLETE - “Somnos Scherzo” [originally titled “The Somnos Gavotte”] - a Nightmare Dork University story dealing with Piki Black’s sleeping habits.
4] COMPLETE-ISH/SEMIPLOTTED - “Mullioned Pains” - a Nightmare Dork University story in four parts centering around Pitch Black and his migraines. At least two of the parts may get expanded into their own tales.
5] COMPLETE: “To Fall Down At Your Door” - a Nightmare Dork University story set in Pitch and Pitchiner’s final year, and the clock is ticking for both of them towards graduation.
6] COMPLETE - “Meat And Poison - a Nightmare Dork University gift fic for @lindzem wherein Jack Sickle takes up a new hobby which disturbs Piki greatly.
7] IN PROGRESS - “Forced Perspective” - started out as separate NDU Nightmare Galleon pieces from askmeme prompts, from great-minds-think-alike writers @ksclaw and @mira-eyeteeth. Am trying to meld them together, with additional material.
Original fragments on Tumblr here, here, and here
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WARDROBEVERSE [the precursor / foundation from which NDU burst forth]
1] IN PROGRESS - “This Sort Of Thing” - a gift fic for @ksclaw. Blurb: Why should Pitch Black, retired Guardian of Caution, leave behind his creature comforts to save the world? AGAIN??!!?? An 1870′s RotGoC AU crossover with NDU, with hat tips to THE WILD WILD WEST, THE PINK PANTHER STRIKES AGAIN, and GET SMART, AGAIN! thrown in. Spoiler alert... there WILL be giant robot spiders and sentient laser beams. Eventually. [seriously, this story is the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to write]
2] COMPLETE - “As The Silver Planets Run” - a gift fic for @piratekingpitchblack as a @rotgsecretsanta exchange. The Nightmare King cannot and will not live without the Boogeyman, and channels some Solstice magick.
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NDU CROSSOVERS
1] COMPLETE-ISH/SEMIPLOTTED - “Your First Memory Of All” - a Nightmare Dork University crossover with DOCTOR WHO, where the museum curator from “Vincent And The Doctor” is given a kitten by The Eighth Doctor. Dr, Black knows exactly who will give the kitten a good permanent home.... his fifteen-year-old godson, Pitch. I am thinking of writing a POV “flip” version from the POVs of The Eighth Doctor and of Annelle Deauville-Sands, Dr. Black’s wife.
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ASSORTED BITS THAT ARE NOT QUITE BREWED YET BUT WILL BE TASTY WHEN FINISHED
1] STARTED / STILL IN DRAFT MODE - “Third Man Factor”, “What Happens At Con Stays At Con”, and several more pieces for the 2017 #FaveShipWeek challenge at @rotg-goc-events
2] STARTED / STILL IN DRAFT MODE - “Ten Little Wordsmiths”, an out-and-out horror piece originally intended for the 2017 #BlackAsPitch challenge at @rotg-goc-events
3] STARTED/ STILL IN DRAFT MODE - Several stories in a Nightmare Dork University AU setting I call “Footlights and Frontispieces”. Far-future NDU stories for the WinterNight pairing, with Piki and Jack having their chosen careers influence the younger generation. Hoping this will become a collaborative effort with the folks who still create NDU fiction and art. There is a story-within-the-story that deals with the NsectDU milieu as an existing series of books called ARTHROPOD ABBEY.
4] STARTED / STILL IN DRAFT MODE - A verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry late BlackSand birthday fic for @emeraldembers based on the very first story she ever wrote.
5] STARTED / STILL IN DRAFT MODE - “Capable”, a nearish-future Nightmare Dork University short story focusing on a conversation between Piki and Pitchiner, after Coz comes back from military service and reunites with Pitch, but before Jack returns to Piki.
New year, new knitting projects.
7 Jan 2019 06:19 pm
I *finally* found my desired colour / texture combination to make a Nightmare Galleon scarf….
And my favourite yarn vendor only has two skeins left… sob.
Two skeins makes only one scarf, and I know that I have more than one follower who loves Nightmare Galleon as much as I do.
I’ll see when the order comes in about contacting the manufacturer about the lot number.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
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ks_claw and thinky thoughts from nxghtlight.Feels just like finding the fandom all over again.
Can anyone post?
I know GretchenSinister has written many many fills for the first round. Can anyone still play, or is that considered declasse?
[Ficlet] Inner Melodies
7 Dec 2018 06:19 pmRating: General Audiences
Pairings: F/M
Relationships: Tsar Sao-loon Lunanoff / Tsarina Galatea Lunanoff
Characters: Tsar Sao-loon Lunanoff, Tsarina Galatea Lunanoff, Nightlight, Tsarevich Lunar Artemis Lunanoff [MiM]
Story Summary: Lights, love, joy, dancing. Just fluph.
Author's notes: The second of my RotGocNDUWriMo pieces for
nxghtlight. ==================================================
There *are* such things as perfect moments.
Galatea was unsure whether she had started humming first or whether Nightlight had, but one of them had picked up a tune from the other.
It was the fourth night of the Festival of Lights, and the Lunanoffs had just seen off the last of their guests. Sao-loon had just handed off a sleepy MiM to his nanny to get the baby ready for his crib. Galatea laced her arm through Sao’s as they all leisurely made their way towards the staircase. But something made the Tsar, the Tsarina, and Nightlight pause, loath to have the evening end.
The moonbots had been more energetic than usual in their cleaning efforts, and it showed. Every spoke in the rotunda gallery’s railing above and every floorboard below gleamed. Every candle in the chandelier had a moonbeam flitting about it in a joyful dance.
Someone started humming.
And as you know, once one person hums, it is impossible to resist joining in.
Nor was it even remotely possible for Constellations or spectral knights to resist the invitation to dance as the moonbeams were dancing.
Sao and Galatea moved together as one, their hands clasping and unclasping as they trod the stately measures of a minuet. Nightlight held MiM aloft and had him giggling as they whirled about on the polished floor, gleefully and less restrained than the Tsar and Tsarina.
It was a perfect moment, one of many in the Golden Age.
Fandom: Rise of the Guardians / Guardians of Childhood
Rating: General Audiences
Pairings: None
Characters: Nicholas St. North, Jack Frost, Carol Bird, John "Uncle Jack" Fields, Sarah Maud Ruggles
Story Summary: A crossover between RotGoC and THE BIRDS' CHRISTMAS CAROL, a Victorian children's book written by Kate Douglas Wiggin.
Author's note: Written for nxghtlight for my RotGoCNDUWriMo personal challenge over on Tumblr.
Algaonice, Taqi al-Din, Mary Somerville, and Tycho Brahe were some of North’s heroes. Their inventions and observations of the workings of the starry firmament, worthy of Ombric himself, sang to his soul.
But when it came down to it, none of their orreries, steam turbines, or armillary spheres could hold back Time. And the current rushing-by of Time was telling the Guardian of Wonder that as of today, November 24, 1887, Christmas was only a month away.
North sighed and turned back to his Observometer, a marvel in and of itself insomuch as it operated as much by magic as by technology. Normally this telescope gathered information all on its own, hour after hour unceasingly, day after month after year after decade, as to which children were Naughty and which were Nice, only needing North’s lightest touch every few weeks to compile The Lists.
Today, however, he was in an odd mood, at loose ends, unable to focus. It was Thursday in most parts of the globe, creeping towards Friday in some. He was almost tempted to bend Manny’s ear to complain of his restlessness, but did not want to alarm his old friend.
Phil and Henrietta seemed to have the Workshop under control, despite the rapidly increasing pace of Yeti production and elf hindrance, and thus North found himself actively using the Observometer for the first time in centuries.
He scanned Australia and the Pacific Rim first, sighing over the lack of children in Antarctica. Then Asia, Africa, Europe, and finally the Americas.
The Observometer seemed to tug North’s hand as it passed over the east coast of the United States. Intrigued, he turned the focus first on New York City, then on the borough of Brooklyn, and finally to a carriage house roof where nine raggedy children sat and conversed with a girl on a glassed-in porch balcony which overhung the yard.
Well, “conversed” may have seemed an insufficient description. The girl on the balcony, who appeared to be an invalid, was swaddled in a thick nightrobe and blankets and sat in a wheeled chair. Her voice was sweet and very serious, with an undercurrent of suppressed laughter. The children on the roof seemed to be as comfortable with their precarious perch as if they’d been born to it. They were answering the girl’s questions in tones ranging from high-pitched squeaks to almost full-throated bellows.
“Horse-cars!”
“The way clocks tick!”
“Trunks!”
“Pork steak!”
“Effalunts!”
“My lame puppy.”
“All the words in the world.”
With a start, North realized that the gist of the conversation was that they were all listing the things they were grateful for. A strange assortment to his ear, but apparently dear to them. In particular, the eldest girl on the roof, who held a squirming toddler on her lap, struck a chord with him; it was she who had made the last statement. Her reddish-brown hair was neatly braided, and she was tall and raw-boned, but if he closed his eyes, he could almost hear Katherine’s voice in her words.
The bundled-up girl on the balcony nodded at each of their comments, and listed the people in her life as what she was grateful for, and lastly that she had been born a Christmas child.
North’s face broke out into a glorious grin. Stroking his beard, he shouted, “IDEA!” and bolted out of the observatory, racing down the stairs three at a time to his own private workshop.
A few days later, there were gifts of his own devising, to be delivered to a certain brownstone with an overhanging glassed-in balcony.... a bookshelf with brackets and shutters to protect precious volumes from grubby hands, a silver watch with elegant curlicues on the casing and a glorious sound, a tool chest for woodworking that any malletier would envy, a truly incredible Noah’s ark with animals that seemed about to roar and squeal and gallop, a carpeted dog-house where a faithful canine could rest in comfort, a full place setting for twelve [that all MATCHED!] with cunningly carved wooden cups, bowls and plates, and a veritable chorus line of lovely dolls.
With a little help from the Sandman, North was able to convince the inhabitants of the brownstone - mother, father, three brothers, a visiting uncle, and one frail young lady - that the gifts for their back garden neighbors had been all acquired through their own devices.
As far as holiday magic went, that was only fitting, after allRating: Mature for past and ongoing relationships
Pairings: M/M, F/M
Relationships: Jack Sickle / Piki Black, Pitch Black / Cossimo Pitchiner, Michelina Anselmo / Tammaro Anselmo
Characters: Jack Sickle, Piki Black, Emily Sickle Black, Seraphina Pitchiner, Pitch Black, Cossimo Pitchiner, Michelina Anselmo [Mama Michelina], Tammaro Anselmo [Papa Andy]
Story Summary: A breakup, a reunion, a redemption, and a legacy. All due to a sweater.
Author's notes: Set in the Footlights & Frontispieces AU.
The trip north on State Route 22 never failed to impress travellers with its beauty, even those travellers who had homes there in its hamlets. It was a pleasure to look at in all seasons: the starkness of winter, autumn glory, emerging spring. Now it was full summer, and a treat in all its greenness, the road's curves harmoniously nestled in the hillsides.
Jack took over the second leg of the four-hour drive from Manhattan to Rotsblok Falls. Piki was deft at navigating their midsized car out of the city, whether in snow or heat, but his concentration tended to turn into tension around Poughkeepsie. The happy discovery of Bell’s Deli on one of their earliest trips years ago had led to a ritual halfway point to stop, rest, and eat on their way to their vacation home.
The two girls in the backseat had succumbed to the notorious "Deli Belly" food coma, and were blissfully quiet, each engaged in her own pursuits... Emily glued to the window, mentally cataloging the age of each and every rock formation they passed, and making entries on her handheld... Sera sketching away madly, seemingly ignoring the countryside but trapping every detail in ink on paper.
Miles flying by under the tires and quiet music on the car radio contrived to put Piki in a relaxed enough state that he actually fell asleep in the passenger seat. Jack smiled at the sight; with one hand he carefully removed Piki's sunglasses and laid them on the seat between them. His husband's mighty nose pointed at the sky, the lines of his face falling into gentler formations... Jack reminded himself never to take these glimpses of happiness for granted.
Just before 7pm, they pulled into the gravelled driveway.
It will be good for my innate wordiness, at any rate. Stay alert for incoming fandom meta, of the NDU/ROTGOC variety.
