ptahrrific: Jon and Stephen, "Believe in the me who believes in you" (fake news)
Erin Ptah ([personal profile] ptahrrific) wrote2011-12-05 12:48 pm
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Fake News: Castles in the Sand, chapter 7

Title: Castles In The Sand (7/10)
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Olivia/Kristen, Jon/c!Stephen, c!Stephen/Tad (subtext), Amy, Bobby, (skip) Neil DeGrasse Tyson, c!Stephen/Tad/Amy
Warnings: Past trauma, hazardous coconuts
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the Report. Names of real people are used in a fictitious context, and all dialogue, actions, and content are products of the author's imagination only.

For the record, this whole fic is a wildcard fill on my [community profile] hc_bingo card, for the prompt "unexpected pregnancy" and/or "unexpected consequences of planned soulbonding." (How much do I love that both of those are options?)

Amazing beta job by [personal profile] queenfanfiction. Decorative capitals by Daily Drop Cap. Chapter index: Table of Contents

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Stephen's mental image of the unknown islands had been heaps of sand with a few palm trees, or perhaps bare spits of rock. This one was more like the tip of a great underwater mountain, with sandy beaches, lush vegetation climbing its slopes, and at least one stream flowing down from its peak.

The Report put down anchor just off its shores, and Amy guided in a small boat with a scouting party: herself, Tad, Bobby, and the ship's guests. "All right, kids, remember the buddy system," she announced as they pulled up to the beach. "Every group must have one crew member and one capable fighter. If they're the same person, that works too."

"You're sure you're up for this?" Jon whispered to Olivia.

Stephen had been thinking the same thing, although when he saw Olivia's acid glare he was glad he hadn't said so out loud. "I'm going along with Kristen and Amy. I'll be fine."

"Dibs on Tad," blurted Stephen.

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What are we looking for, exactly?" asked Olivia, ducking a low-hanging palm frond. Her shoes dangled from her hand; she had pulled them off on the beach and had yet to put them back on, relishing the warmth of the sand between her toes.

"Whatever we can find," said Amy with a shrug. She was obviously less impressed with the feeling of sand; her feet had yet to touch the island. "Best case scenario, we wind up with something we can sell, make a little extra cash out of this trip. Otherwise, we get a nifty report to put in the next atlas."

A few steps behind them, Kristen shouted, "Duck!"

Olivia's head snapped up just in time to see a stray coconut hurtling towards her. She ducked—

—and the coconut exploded into flame, incinerated in an instant, leaving nothing but a dusting of oddly fragrant ash to drift down onto her shoulders.


"I did it!" exclaimed Kristen, bouncing in place. "I did it, that was me, that was—okay, it was a whole lot more power than I meant to channel, but it's way better than nothing—Amy! Why didn't you do anything?"

"You look like you had it under control," said Amy with a shrug.

"But what if I hadn't?" demanded Kristen, pulling Olivia into a protective one-armed embrace. "What if I had fritzed out again? You're supposed to be our safety net for that sort of thing!"

The air mage waved a dismissive hand. "Aw, she would've been fine. I've taken plenty of coconuts to the head before, and look how I turned out."


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Tad and Stephen hiked in awkward silence on a thickly overgrown slope, using the rushing stream as a guide. Tad sliced away the worst of the underbrush to clear a path; Stephen carried the backpack with water, bandages, a handful of healing-spell pearls, and a couple of emergency flares.

"I'm glad you came," said Tad abruptly, cutting through a hanging vine and letting the halves flop against the trees on either side of them. "I was worried about you for a while there. Amy too."

"You didn't have to be," muttered Stephen, kicking aside a pebble. "It reminded me of something that happened before, that's all. It's not your fault."

"Is that it? We were afraid you might have thought we were trying to screw up your relationship with Jon."

Stephen nearly tripped over a root that wasn't there. "I might have thought you were—?"

"I promise, it's not like that," continued Tad. "Because, yes, you're very charming, and sweet, and handsome, and—but the point is, it's a wonderful thing you have with Jon, and neither of us wants to get in the way of that."

Stephen spluttered.

"Well, would you look at that?" said Tad, coming to an abrupt stop. "I don't think we're getting any farther on this side."

At last Stephen paid enough attention to his surroundings to notice the wall of rock. It peeled away from the edge of the water as you went downstream, leaving room for an ever-widening strip of vegetation; but they had just reached its apex, and there would be no going farther unless they swam or climbed.

"It looks like there's still plenty of space on the other side," observed Tad. "And, look! The river's full of rocks. I bet we can make it across, easy."

Stephen hung back, eyeing the water with distrust. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"As safe as any other path, sure. Here, I'll go first. Just follow my lead." He eased onto one of the mossy boulders that lined the stream. "Huh. Is it just me, or does the stream look bigger up here than it did at the mouth?"

"Maybe it split lower down, and we didn't notice?" offered Stephen. "Or maybe it's one of those things that just happens for no reason. Like the tides. Tide goes in, tide goes out, never a miscommunication. You can't explain that."

"Actually, we can."

Stephen jumped about a foot in the air at the unfamiliar voice. Tad did the same, but without any solid ground to come down on; his heel slipped, arms flailing uselessly in the air.

With a cry Stephen leaped forward and made a grab for Tad's tunic, but was thwarted by the ruby-colored shield that sprang up between them. He scrabbled frantically to pull off his protective bracelet as Tad tumbled, and not in the good way, into the foam.

"Sorry about that," said the strange voice mildly. "I'll get him."

As Stephen gaped in amazement, from the silt and gravel of the riverbed rose a vaguely hand-shaped mass, huge enough to scoop Tad up before he even had the chance to get properly drenched. Like a wave rolling in from the sea it shambled over to the bank, where it deposited its precious cargo at Stephen's side.

"Wow," said Tad dizzily. Then: "Ow."

"Lie down. Don't move." Stephen was on his knees, digging through the backpack; he pressed a healing pearl on a chain into Tad's hand, winding the fine links around his wrist and closing his fingers on the jewel. Once Tad's grip was secure, he whirled around to glare in the direction of the voice...and found his gaze traveling up the rock face, past the crags and outcrops to a carved-out area a dozen feet from the ground that looked downright ergonomic.

Sitting in this granite chair was the figure of a man, broad-shouldered and square-faced, wearing a tan suit with an unfamiliar cut. "As I was saying," he continued, as if their conversation hadn't been interrupted at all, much less by what in Stephen's opinion was practically a near-death experience, "the tides are caused by the pull of the moon. It moves in a regular cycle, and therefore, so do they."

"Uh-huh," said Tad. "And who are you?"

"The moon is alive?" exclaimed Stephen.

"She's no more alive than the earth is," replied the stranger. "Which is to say, sort of, but not as you or I would understand it. And, oh dear, I haven't introduced myself. Neil Degrasse Tyson. Nice to meet you."

"How did you even get here?" stammered Tad, clinging to Stephen's arm as he struggled to sit up.

"Oh, it's my island!" said Neil. "I'm waiting for the person in the prophecy. I don't suppose that's one of you? What did you say your names were?"

"We didn't," said Tad. "But, um, Tad. And this is Stephen."

"Stephen Freem," added Stephen firmly.

Neil frowned. "Hm. No, I don't think that's right."

"Wait!" cried Stephen, as the granite opened into a cavern at Neil's back. "Is there any Stephen at all in this prophecy? Maybe a Stephen without a last name? Or...or a Stephen Stewart?"

"Afraid not," said Neil. "So sorry to have bothered you."

With that, the cavern swallowed him whole, an ordinary rock face reforming in his wake.

The whole encounter made so little sense that Stephen made an executive decision to ignore it completely. "Can you walk?" he asked, turning his focus back to Tad. The other man's clothes were mud-spattered and drippy, but the bruise on his forehead was already fading. "Anything broken? Can you feel your legs? How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Yes, no, yes, none because you're holding my hand," said Tad, wincing. "I've got a few bumps and bruises, but I think I'm pretty much okay."

"Are you sure?" said Stephen earnestly. "Because you look terrible."

(Tad's giggle was almost as adorable as Jon's.)

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Until they emerged from the trees, Kristen insisted on hanging a couple of steps behind Olivia for the rest of the walk. At last they stepped out onto a beach, drab and rocky compared to the one they had landed on, strewn with enormous boulders half-buried in the sand.

Amy dropped the pack of supplies and soared in the air to decide which way to turn. No sooner was she high above them than Kristen murmured, "You're really sure you're okay?"

Olivia groaned. "Look, obviously I've had better days, but come on! What's one more coconut to the head, in the grand scheme of things? Worst case scenario, it saves me the trouble of waiting for Sanjay. Buttons. Whatever."

"I didn't just mean the coconut," said Kristen. "I mean all of it. You were so upset before when you were afraid of being judged...."

"Oh, that." Olivia forced a half-shrug. "You believe me. I'm not sure everyone does...I know I wouldn't believe me, if I were them...but at least they've all had the decency not to call me a slut to my face. And, well, you believe me."

"You wouldn't lie," said Kristen flatly. "Not about something like this."


No, really, don't start, Kristen told the nagging voice in her head.

Oh, come on, it's at least a possibility, it protested. And I was right about the mood swings, wasn't I?

"Sorry I blew up at you in the first place," added Olivia, voice hitching over the words. "Even before I found out about the hormone thing, I knew I was being a brat. I should've held it together."

"You're going through a rough time," said Kristen. "It's stressful. I know. And at least now it's got an end point. A couple more weeks, and you can forget all about—"

Amy chose that moment to soar back to the ground and point along the beach. "Thataway!"

"I bet the others don't have a walk this nice," remarked Olivia, as they passed a boulder so enormous the tide had carved its insides into a miniature cave.

"No, I can't say they do."

All three jumped. A man none of them recognized was standing in the shadow of the rock, silhouetted against the grey-blue waves on the other side.

"I assume you mean Mr. Tad and Mr. Stephen," continued the stranger, with perfect nonchalance. "Mr. Tad took a bit of a fall. Nothing too serious, though. I think he'll recover."

"Is that a threat?" demanded Olivia, hackles raised. "Listen, buster, you don't want to mess with us. I've got a pair of mages here who can whip you six ways from Sunday if you try anything."


The man cocked his head thoughtfully. "No, I don't think they can."

"Can so! Well, Kristen might not feel like bothering right now, but Amy's a pro, and she can—"

"Olivia!" yelled Kristen. "He's an Elemental!"

"A wha?"

"Ascended earth mage," said Amy, whose serious expression unnerved Olivia almost as much as the stranger. "More power in his left foot than me and Kristen at our best put together. This whole island is probably here in the first place because he decided to put it here."

"Wait, that's what an Elemental looks like?" stammered Olivia. "He seems just like a normal dude. Are we at the End of the World already?"

"Not even close. I have no idea what he's doing here."

"Oh, that's easy," said the Elemental. "I'm waiting for the one in the prophecy. If I could have your names?"

"K-Kristen Schaal," stammered Kristen. "And Amy Sedaris, and Olivia..."

"...also Schaal," finished Olivia, stamping on Kristen's foot to keep her from objecting.

The stranger's face fell. "No, that's not it. Oh well. Thank you for your time."

The sand rose around him like flower petals closing for the night, and he sank until it collapsed back to the ground over his head.

"Why did you do that?" hissed Kristen. "You can't just lie to Elementals!"

"If there's a prophecy about me, I don't want to know," said Olivia flatly. "Have you ever seen a story where that turned out well?"

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Despite Bobby's insistence that it wouldn't do any good, Jon kept his hand on the hilt of his sword until Tyson disappeared into the slope they had been climbing down. He didn't need any prompting to turn around and head back the way they had come.

"So, uh, you know a lot about mages?" he asked as they reached the crest of the hill, high enough to see the sails of the Report bobbing in the distance. "Because I've never seen anyone keep that cool when facing down an Elemental. Especially an Elemental whose island we were planning to steal from."


"I guess I have some fluency in their culture," said the first mate, with a modesty that was less than reassuring. "At least to the extent that it's possible for a non-mage. My sister is one, and I've been asking her questions about her experience for as long as I can remember."

"Ah. So you're just leaning on everything you remember from your big sister?"

"Something like that. Hey, did that guy's name sound familiar to you?"

"You'd know better than me," said Jon.

As the rock below their feet faded into sand, something jolted loose in his memory. There had been a Novan knight, Neil something...could have been Degrasse Tyson. But that empire had fallen centuries before the founding of Commedia.

Well, now Jon felt less guilty that Bobby hadn't given the Elemental their real names. Turnabout was fair play.

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Relief washed over every face when Allison, after hearing the various tales, decided not to linger in the area. The Report had already circled the island to get its size and shape; all that was left was to plot those measurements on an official map, and they could do that on the move.

It was the first time Stephen had joined Tad and Amy in their cabin since the night with the pirates, and he could tell they were doing their best to make him comfortable. Amy greeted him with a chaste handshake: no small thing, as Stephen was certain Amy could manage to make even that gesture filthy if she chose. Tad spoke slowly about the methods was using to sketch in an accurate coastline, and when Stephen didn't understand something, he repeated or re-worded it without a hint of impatience.

The whole thing seemed so promising, until Tad made a mark indicating their future direction.

"Why aren't we going straight back?" asked Stephen. "Does something about the wind makes it easier to turn around later?"

"Turn around?" Amy looked up from her own drawing (she was doodling a tap-dancing rabbit in the blank ocean, which probably had some mystical meaning that it wasn't Stephen's place to ask about) to frown at Tad, who shrugged. "Stephen, honey, we're not going back. Who told you that?"

"But Olivia can't have her baby on the ship! ...Can she?"

"Um," said Tad. "She's not having it, actually. Did you miss that part?"

Stephen went very still. "What are you talking about? No matter how it got there, it's a baby. How can you not keep a baby?"

Amy rolled her eyes. "Look, buster, I know they've got some pretty reactionary views where you come from, but in our country—"

"Hang on a second, Amy." Tad looked almost sympathetic, though not enough to keep him from putting his instruments away. "Stephen? Were you ever a parent? Or, well, was there ever a time when you could have been?"

"No!" exclaimed Stephen, shocked at the question. Owners setting their pets free to parent their children was the stuff of lurid bodice-rippers; real people would never let that happen. Besides, he'd only ever had one female owner, and Miss Jane had never done more than kiss him. In his twenties he had been loaned out for a few couplings with women of his own station, but if any of them had gotten pregnant, nobody had told him. Certainly there was no question of parenting.

"Probably don't let same-sex couples adopt in Vulpis, either." Amy still sounded angry, but at least now it wasn't at Stephen. Which was good, as he didn't have he strength to flee. Or, for some reason, move.

"I can understand if it's a sensitive topic for you." Tad's voice seemed to be coming from far away. "But, listen, don't take it out on Olivia. Have you and Jon talked about children? Now that you're with him, you have choices...."

A fog had begun churning around Stephen's soul, which none of these reassurances could penetrate. His heart thudded, wild and raw; something cold was crawling under his skin. "I have to go."


"I'm sorry." Saying it out loud finally put him in motion, stiff and awkward though it was. "I...I have to talk to Jon."

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If Jon had felt yanked across his link to Stephen a few evenings earlier, this time the sensation was like a punch to the gut. He put away the half-finished book of crosswords and hung the lantern back on its hook, just in time to be standing in wait when Stephen burst in.

Jon offered his arms; Stephen waved them down. The initial rush of feeling had dimmed, but up close it hung heavy in the air around him, pulsing in every ragged breath and every anxious swallow.

"Stephen, sweetheart, please," said Jon, interrupting an agonizing round of silent pacing. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Everything right is wrong," hissed Stephen.

"That doesn't really—"

"Of course it doesn't help!" cried Stephen. "You can't help me either, so what's the point?"

Jon fell silent, nearly frantic now. He had spent a lifetime talking, often to creatures with which you traditionally swung a sword first and asked its views on social issues later, and none of it was helping him now.

Stephen leaned against the wall, forehead braced against his folded arms. "I didn't get a choice."

"On what?"

"On anything!" And he was up again. "Who to be with. Where to live. Whether to have children. Anything that any normal person would think is important! I didn't even get to choose you!"

The words were like a blow to the kneecaps. Jon found himself sinking against the table for support. "What are you talking about? Of course you had a choice."

"Oh, sure," spat Stephen. "Let you pull my soul back together, or spend the rest of eternity as a pile of mind-raped fragments while my body rots from disuse? Some choice!"

A suffocating fear began to descend on Jon's mind. "I meant after that! I never once held it over you, you could have left any time after that, but you didn't. Because you love me. Don't try and tell me you don't love me. We have a soulbond, dammit, I would know!"

"Of course I love you!" shouted Stephen. "That doesn't mean I chose you! It just means I got lucky!"

They both paused for breath, the walls ringing around them.

"If it had been someone else," said Stephen, voice cracking. "My life would be completely different, and I wouldn't have chosen that either. If—if it had been Tad in your place, or Amy, or—"

Something in Jon's heart shattered.

"That's where all this is coming from?" he demanded, rising to his full height, which came out far more imposing than it had any right to be. "You're dragging me into a full-blown emotional meltdown over them?"

"How can you brush me off like that? This is important!"

"Only because you have no sense of perspective!" There was a line here, he was barrelling straight for it, and he didn't have the strength to care. "I can't give you infinite support, Stephen! Do you understand that? Your struggle to recover doesn't give you free rein to start treating me like one of your rapists every time you realize you have a crush!"

"It's not a crush!"

"And how would you know?" cried Jon. "When I first met you, you thought you were in love with Bill O'Reilly!"

There. That was the line.

Stephen's hand rose to swing, fingers curling into a white-knuckled fist. Jon slid into a defensive stance without a second thought.

"You beat me once before," he snapped. "You're not catching me off guard this time. And...and we are both wrapped up in a hell of a feedback loop right now, aren't we."

Stephen nodded. The sweat on his face gleamed in the lamplight.

"Which means we have two options. You throw that punch, and we pray the fight gets loud enough that someone gets down here and separates us in time. Or you get out of this room. Now."

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Patches of moonlight glittered in mirages on the water, making false promises of new unknown islands in every direction. From the crow's nest Tad checked them all with his telescope, just to be sure.

"Getting late," said Amy, hovering beside him. "I'm gonna turn in. You coming?"

"Maybe a little longer," said Tad. "You go ahead."

His wife soared down out of view. A moment later, her voice floated back up. "Tad? I think you'd better get down here."

In the blink of an eye Tad had stowed his telescope and was swinging down the rigging. Here the shadows of the sails played tricks of their own, making the view pass for an illusion until he got close enough to see a very real Stephen clinging to the ropes.

"When did you get here?" asked Tad, pausing to one side of him while Amy hovered on the other. "How long have you been holding on?"

"Dunno. A while." Stephen's voice was hoarse. "Wanted to see you. Didn't realize it was this high."

"Well, you're in luck," said Amy gently. "We're on the way down. Just let go, and we'll help you."

"Can't," croaked Stephen. "Scared."

Amy caught Tad's eye. He nodded.

"All right, how about this," she said. "You let go of the ropes, but you hang on to me. Do you think you can do that?"

While Stephen carefully pried himself away from the ropes to wrap himself around Amy's petite form, Tad shimmied the rest of the way down to the deck. He looked up just in time to see the pair detach from the rigging and twirl downwards, light as a dandelion seed against the silvery half-moon.

He didn't see which one went for the kiss, but it held until Stephen stumbled on the landing and fell backward, eyes widening when Tad's arms caught him. "Tad, I—"

Tad kissed him too. It seemed like the thing to do.

And then, because he could, he picked up Stephen by the waist and swung him around.
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[personal profile] politicette 2011-12-05 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)

flipping my shit
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[personal profile] politicette 2011-12-06 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
;_; what will happennnnnn
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[personal profile] queenfanfiction 2011-12-06 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
;_; what will happennnnnn

They get to the End of the World, fall over the edge because the world is flat you know, and everyone dies. Except Amy, because she can fly. THE END.

*is totally helpful*
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[personal profile] politicette 2011-12-06 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
that sounds less tragic than the ending i predict tbh
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[personal profile] queenfanfiction 2011-12-06 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
lmao oh, I like you.

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[identity profile] 2011-12-06 02:04 am (UTC)(link)

I can understand where Stephen's coming from, but still. I think Jon deserves a lot of credit here. I think he's done right by Stephen, but Stephen, the poor thing, really needs some help. But at this moment, I don't know who can help!
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[personal profile] kribban 2011-12-06 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
It was very emotionally satisfying when Jon comforted Stephen in the last chapter. Esp. when he said that he was Stephen's to keep.

Now this is pretty upsetting; although I'm glad that Jon is standing up for himself. Stephen started loving Jon before the soulbond, and if he'd been bonded with someone else he wouldn't necessarily have fallen in love with them. The soulbond is just a mean of communicating emotions; it doesn't create emotions.

I loved Neil! I wonder how he interprets magic - as another kind of science?

Okay so Olivia, Bobby and Jon lied about their names to Neil.

So... I distinctly remember Olivia dropping a pendant at the Harlot HQ and Jason giving it to her. I bet that has a lot to do with the pregnancy.

It seems odd that Stephen would have pro-life views, since he has no religion or other authority to follow than his owners. As a pet you were probably subjected to whatever your owner wanted, and I'm sure owners often chose abortions for their female pets.

In his twenties he had been loaned out for a few couplings with women of his own station, but if any of them had gotten pregnant, nobody had told him.

Mmmm we're not going to see a surprise offspring of Stephens, are we?
Then again, is that how new children are created to be raised as pets? They must come from somewhere.

"Probably don't let same-sex couples adopt in Vulpis, either.

Up until last chapter, when Amy called Stephen gay, I didn't think they had concepts of sexual orientation in this world, and I most certainly didn't think they had homophobia.

Considering that owners have pets of the same gender in Vulpis, it seems odd that they would be homophobic. Or maybe they have that prejudice that it's okay to do it with pets, but not free people.

About Tad's comment that Jon and Stephen can have children: I wonder how common adoption is in Commedia? I would think that with the great social programs and magic there would be less people desperate enough to give up their children (which is a good thing). So if someone wants to adopt they'd be in for a long wait.

Jon fell silent, nearly frantic now. He had spent a lifetime talking, often to creatures with which you traditionally swung a sword first and asked its views on social issues later, and none of it was helping him now.

Okay this is interesting. Does being an officer in the Queen's army require a lot of diplomacy?

Stephen's hand rose to swing, fingers curling into a white-knuckled fist. Jon slid into a defensive stance without a second thought.

"You beat me once before," he snapped. "You're not catching me off guard this time. And...and we are both wrapped up in a hell of a feedback loop right now, aren't we."

I really love that Jon defends himself. That's a unique possibility with writing m/m - a fistfight that's not abusive. With the condition that the two characters are a match strength-wise. I suppose you can do it with f/f (Buffy and Faith springs to mind.)

I'm glad Jon was smart enough to ask Stephen to leave.

Okay, going to cry now. Damn you, Erin! ;_;
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[personal profile] kribban 2011-12-06 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so women are less valued in Vulpis, even the ruling class who owns pets.

I thought there was some odd Ancient Greece-like rules where it's not really gay when you're on top and it's your slave.

It doesn't make sense for the law to restrict abortion if that's what the owner wants. It also makes me wonder if there are owners who send their kids away because they don't want their own kids to become pets.

Okay, I expected the pendant was a JKR like plant. :-/

I actually meant that it wouldn't be abusive in that men can beat each other up (bar fights and so on) without it being abusive. Then again their link makes them unable to control their emotions as you say.
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[personal profile] kribban 2011-12-06 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes I was thinking about that, since pet's children aren't of a different race. You're right about it being more common with lady owners.

Yes, from Harry Potter. Remember the locket is mentioned in one line in book 5 and is revealed to be a Horcrux in book 7.
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[personal profile] ladyjaderains 2011-12-07 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
The note Stephen comes to grips with thinking/feeling for himself the more my heart breaks/soars for him. I loved his innocent reaction to her potential abortion (admittedly I had a similar NO, don't get rid of the baby moment which I toned down for my response and is likely a pavlonian reaction from a seriously religious upbringing but it was very endearing to see Stephen embody it). I hope Jon has someone to turn to for support and I'm looking forward to seeing Stephen discover a totally free relationship (hopefully without too much damage done). Also, it was interesting to learn he'd been with women. If he has kid(s) being raised as pets you have to save them! I still hope he let's Amy and Tad know about his past but can see why its good that they don't right now. Though Tad did guess at it right off the bat. Okay I'll cling to the side of this cliff until there's more.
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Not note, more I'll stop posting from my phone
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[personal profile] ladyjaderains 2011-12-08 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
I hear you, I totally love how well you handle this complicated issue. It was nice to have that thoughtless "NO" reaction from Stephen since that is such an important part of pro choice. Recognizing how peoples "gut" reactions make it difficult to have rational and sometimes supportive environments for the person whose choice it is. Wanting someone else to keep a child due to such a selfish, immature gut reaction is a great example of how people put their own issues onto others. Still, I admit that when I realised she was considering it my mind had already painted a picture of the future of the child which is also a huge factor for people in real life to deal with. Like I said you handle it well as it both evokes many emotions tied to the real life dillima and invites the reader to think logically about it.

I will both leave it and crave it simultaneously, if that is possible;)