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Yearning for Our Unicity	By : LuluDreams Category: S through Z > YOU Views: 64 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary:
Bronte asks Joe for some writing tips
Notes:
Setting: more or less, half of episode 5x4
Prompt: ‘Can I kiss you?’

In character

Joe’s POV

I hear some knocking at the door.

“It’s open.” I yell from my desk, already knowing who it is.

Someone who entrusted me with her pages and now must be pretty curious.

“So? Did you read them? Do you still have to finish? Did I disturb you? Is it still too soon? Maybe I’d better go back to work and go back to check in .. half an hour maybe?” You talk super fast, without even crossing the threshold.

Your frenzy is so funny.
I’m unsure whether to reveal I’ve already read anything or torture you again for a while.
I chose the first option.

“I’m done. Come in.”

“Really?” You grin, rushing in front of me.
So eager.

I nod, as you sit on my desk.

“So? Positive or negative feedback?” You dare to ask.

“Positive, absolutely. Your pages were so captivating, and this time there wasn’t even a single sex scene!”

“My characters can’t fuck on every page!” You justify, but also look a little embarrassed.
The way you look at the floor, the way you’re torturing a lock of your hair.
You’re clearly uncomfortable.

“And finally you found a name for the nameless coprotagonist/nemesis.”

“Yeah, since he has so much dark allure over the Huntress, why not a Magician?” You shrug.

“Perfect choice.” I approve. “And now let’s go to painful notes: as much as I appreciated the introspection over the Huntress, I wish for something more intense, more emotional, deeper.”

You frown.

“More intense than this? Ten pages about her despairing inside her refuge in the forest weren’t enough?”

“Sure, you put every sort of description, you make the reader see every single gesture, but you display only her topside thoughts…” I try to make you reason.

“Topside thoughts!?” You repeat, staring at me dumbfounded.

“Yes, Bronte. You have to dig deeper into the Huntress' consciousness. Why is she feeling so in conflict with herself? Why is she so frustrated?”

“Because her feelings for the Magician are so wrong!” You almost yell.

“Why?” I insist.

“Because the Huntress has made a promise. To her people, to herself.”

And that’s when you prove to me the amazing writer you are, so full of imagination. It can be found in the worlds you create for the Magician, but especially for the Huntress, so surrounded by people.
The Huntress may have her people, but not you, you’re so alone, Bronte Louise.
But you could have me.
If only…

“And, no matter how tempted she is by the Magician, how dragged she feels to him, how this could be the beginning of something important; she just can’t let down her people. She can’t allow herself to fall into his darkness. This would destroy her.” You go on with your oh so intense monologue.

“See? This is much deeper now.” I smile at you.

“Yeah. Thanks for your suggestion.” You say, visibly shaken by your speech.

It must have had such an impact on you.

You gather your pages I left on the desk, and you jump down the desk.

“I.. I think I'd better go back to work now.”

“No, wait.” I get up, grabbing you by the wrist.”We’re not done yet.”

“Oh. Why do you think so?” You wonder, but at least you stayed.

“The story still feels incomplete.” I reply.

“Why?”

“It lacks the Magician’s perspective.”

“It’s written just from the Huntress’ POV!”

“Then change it. Rewrite it with a third person, as an omniscient author.” I suggest.

“But I’m not omniscient!” You bite your lower lip. “I haven’t figured out the Magician character completely, yet.”

“Do you want some help with that?” I offer.

“Yes, please.” You’re practically begging me.

“Well, from what I’ve read so far, I can tell that, yeah, the Magician has his dark past, he has done horrible things, but he feels really sorry for that, so does it make him hopelessly evil?”

“I.. I guess that ma-maybe he’s not so hopelessly evil, after all.” You stutter and torture your hair once more.

Are you afraid of me or of the situation which is developing?

“And, yeah, for sure, the Huntress has turned his world upside down, but the Magician is happy she came into his life.” I take a step closer to you without even realizing I did.

“Really?” You stare at me, with your blue eyes as big as the mistake I wish we could make.

“Of course, because the more time he spends with her, the more she makes him want to be a better person.”

This time it’s you who took a step towards me.

“But.. What if the Huntress gets too close to him? She would lose herself…”

I grab both of your hands and the pages slip on the floor.

“She shouldn’t be afraid. He’s pure black, she’s bright white, but…they could meet in the middle. Grey seems such a perfect color for them.” I murmur.

“Can I kiss you?”

What did you just say?

And what should I answer?
Because what I want to do doesn’t exactly coincide with what a dutiful married man, with a kid, is supposed to do.

“Huh… I mean… ‘Can I kiss you?’. Would it sound like a too soppy or too direct thing if the Huntress said it to the Magician… or vice versa? Would they still be in character?” You wonder, as you free your hand from my soft grip.

You’re gathering the pages from the floor but sadly you don’t gather the courage to do that big mistake.

“It’s your story, Bronte. It’s up to you to decide what to write.” I shrug, as I watch you leave the room.

Maybe this is for the better.

As long as you stay in the box no one will get hurt.
Also none will get to be happy, but that’s the price to pay.

Probably our is meant to be an angst story.
But I’ll never lose hope for a happy ending.

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THE END
Notes:
I guess this is the most introspective Fluftober one shot I wrote so far.
After all, in episode 4 when Bronte let Joe read her pages for the first time (I loooove that moment), the male character is still nameless, then he turns into the Magician, but the show doesn’t explain when it happened, this was my humble attempt to fill the gap ^^
And just Bronte wished here, I also hope they sounded IC, because in my mind and heart they do *O*
I hope you liked it, feel free to tell me everything -save for asking AI commisions/collab requests, I'm not interested', you may be few, but very precious .. and I'd be grateful to you even more if you let me know something<3
Also, a little question (useless, since there's no interaction so far, but stilll...): do you prefer Joe’s POV, Bronte’s POV or both in the same one shot?
Spoiler, not spoiler: tomorrow the rating will be explicit, don’t miss it ;P
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