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Swyn Song|| Water Birds
captain-ameliasmollet:
It was strange that in such a precarious situation (a motorbike swerving through backroads with only a helmet as her protection from the unforgiving road beneath) Amelia found herself feeling utterly relaxed and at home. Like she’d finally found her place and no matter the circumstances, on the back of this bike was where she was meant to be.
Of course, she immediately recognized the spot Daisy had pulled to a stop at. Grasses and hills and all, it looked just the same as it had all those months ago, except now it was bathed in the sun’s setting light. It seemed even more beautiful than it had before. She pulled the helmet off her head before taking Daisy’s hand and swinging over the bike easily to stand beside her, squeezing back in response to the previous squeeze. She looked from the sunset to look at the blonde next to her. Blue eyes reflecting the purple and orange light in the most breathtaking way. At the kiss to her hand, she mimicked the gesture, lips pressing to her girlfriend’s knuckles softly as she spoke, eyes looking to hers.
“I’ll miss the quiet of it all. London isn’t exactly the most tranquil of locations. But as for everything else, we’re taking far more from this place with us than we realize.” Everything seemed to just fit into place with Daisy. Life. Career. All of it. She’d even gotten all sentimental at Jane’s wedding about the future. Her future. Their future. All the pieces just all fell into place and worked as the most efficient vessel she’d ever encountered. They’d face rough seas ahead, undoubtably so. But with a vessel like theirs and the effort they could both put forth? It could conquer the biggest maelstrom life could fathom.
The former captain looked out into the sunset, a small smirk appearing on her lips as her words flowed forth without prompting. “I hope you know how ardently I love and adore you, darling. And if you don’t, well then, I’ll just have to try harder, won’t I?”
Nearly six months ago, Daisy had sat on the side of a hill with Stan and talked about how she did not feel ready to leave. As usual, Stan’s words had been kind and encouraging, but still deep down in the pit of her heart, Daisy had doubted herself. That’s the way she was, though – always doubted and second-guessed, had to make sure every last detail lined up before she acted. It was how she was, how she’d always been, and even right now, even as she’d just told Amelia she felt ready, more sure of this decision than she had been of others before, her heart was hammering.
She wasn’t really ready, was she?
But would she ever be?
She looked at Amelia now, gently squeezing her hand.
“Well, we’ll both try our hardest, won’t we?” she teased, then leaned towards Amelia so that their shoulders touched and she slid one arm around Amelia’s waist and hugged her closer. “I’m not quite so sure of these things usually but I know that you love me and that I love you and – “
She looked out at the setting sun, at the town they’d lived in for the past few years, the town that had brought them together in the most wonderful of ways, and rested her head on Amelia’s shoulder. Daisy could feel the warmth of Amelia’s body.
“It’s going to be marvelous, don’t you think?” she said, voice soft now. “I mean, it might not be. There might be a lot that goes wrong. I’m scared still, I am, but…” She tilted her head to look up at Amelia, and there was a smile across her face, her cheeks flushed with the good sort of blush – the excited kind, the “I do so love you” kind, the “let’s do this, together” kind – and she slipped a hand to Amelia’s cheek and kissed her gently.
“I’m ready,” she said, after she pulled away. She took a deep breath, the giggled, leaning to kiss Amelia again and again.
An Affair to Remember
After Valentine’s Day ends, Daisy and Amelia have a little bit of downtime...
[Dear God, this took so long]
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Swyn Song|| Water Birds
captain-ameliasmollet:
“I think every life is essentially a story book, darling. And every book, a life. But this one I actually want to read and find out what happens next.” The former captain gave a small little amused smile, that slight mischievous, excited twinkle she got even now and then appearing in her eyes before slipping the helmet (which was now hers, officially, at least in her mind it was because she wouldn’t be sharing the back of Daisy’s motorcycle with anyone without a fight). She took the moment to look back at the blonde in front of her. It was truly amazing how she’d grown before her eyes in the last year. She was achieving all she wanted and all she had set out to do which really is all anyone could ask for and in the meantime, found a slightly damaged sea captain and managed to give her hope for new experiences and healing. Her girlfriend certainly did enjoy overachieving goals.
Amelia swung her leg over the bike, scooting up enough so her body pressed up against Daisy’s back as her arms held tightly to her waist. They were off now. Scenery of old roads and parts of town they were leaving behind blending into various colors and streaks as they rode on.
You know, though Amelia abhorred most cliches, it takes one to know one. Amelia had found her own captain, the one who sailed right through her heart, through stormy pasts and old ghosts guarding what had been hidden behind a labyrinth of twists and turns and monsters lurking behind corners. And though the girl had known all of this, Daisy had succeeded in her task, her labor. A labor of love that only someone who could masterfully navigate the trifecta of Amelia’s mind, body and soul, could achieve.
For the first time in what seemed like centuries ago, Amelia Smollet was happy. Truly, undoubtedly, jovial. This wasn’t to say they didn’t have their spats and quarrels over meaningless topics such as plans and furniture and social events, oh no, they had and would have quite grisly ones usually ending in Amelia admitting some sort of fault in the matter. To feel love again, because that’s what she felt, she knew that to be entirely true, if nothing else, was something even her most extensive vocabulary couldn’t describe.
Daisy edged her bike down a familiar path, one of the many country roads that led out of Swynlake, one that Amelia would recognize. It was funny, too, that this particular road curved back towards London, where they’d find themselves so soon. It was the same road they’d shared their first, actual, in real life kiss on, thought little did they know at the time it would be the one they drove down as they left Swynlake.
Not yet, though. The future was about to start, but not yet.
She pulled the bike over to the same little offshoot and coasted it to a stop. The sun was set deeper now, the sky tinged with pinks and oranges. Daisy swung a leg off, then extended a hand to Amelia to help her off the bike.
“I thought it would be nice to return to where we started,” she said, looking out over the top of the gentle hill onto what parts of the town that they could see. Her hand was still in Amelia’s and she laced their fingers together, giving a small squeeze, then leaned in a little closer.
This little spot was their beginning. It was now also their ending – not their ending, of course, but the ending of the chapter of Daisy-and-Amelia-in-Swynlake. It was time for Part 2 of their tale, and then it would be time for Part 3, and why, Daisy was certain there were going to be many more beyond that.
She lifted Amelia’s hand to her lips and kissed it.
“I am going to miss this place,” she said softly, looking at Amelia now. “But I think – no. I know. I know I’m ready to leave now.”
So Last Season || Duck Mail
hermes-comingthru:
“Of course? Who wants to teach your significant other style? I have enough projects I don’t need another one.” It was one of the many reasons why Ken had been so attractive to him. He had style and he had body-ody-ody in or out of drag.
“And you look like a straight up snack in it, honey.” He smirked at her, giving a wink. “Well, not so straight anymore.” He honestly was so happy for her, but that happiness did come with bits of jealousy. After all, he was meant for the city. Meant for the big lights and to have his name up on those lights. He just had a harder time than Daisy getting up off the ground (which could technically be attributed to Daisy being from an established family and him basically having no family ties anymore aside from his Aunt and Uncle in Cambridge.)
“Ugh be still my heart, you’re living my actual dream life. Perfect signinficant other, giant walk in closet, working for Voooogue. Like ugh, covergirl, work it, girl.” Hermes sighed, “I hope you know I’m inviting myself to London whenever possible and Amelia will just have to deal.”
At that moment, Sabrina trotted her way into the room and Hermes scooped her right up into his arms to look her in the face and pout in a dramatic fashion, “Ugh what will I do without you in this tiny little town?” He was speaking to the cat, but mostly to Daisy.
Sabrina gave a lengthy meow, batting at Hermes’ face with her paws. Her tail twisted this way and that, and Daisy, who was folding up some of the blazers for the donation bin, gave a little laugh, tiptoeing over to plant a kiss on her kitty’s head.
“She’s going to miss you too,” said Daisy, petting the top of Sabrina’s cat and looking up at Hermes. “She took to you so quickly – she’s not like that with most people.”
Indeed, Sabrina had only just progressed to the cool detachment stage with Amelia, which Daisy hoped would melt into a warmer aloofness as time passed. But Sabrina had taken to Hermes quite quickly, which was funny because he had most definitely not taken to her that way.
“You’ll have to visit her,” she said and now she was not talking about the cat, of course. (Though, yes, she was also talking about the cat). “We have a wonderful study-guest room, of course, and it’s got a magnificent view.”

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Swyn Song|| Water Birds
captain-ameliasmollet:
Amelia couldn’t help but smile and then nod very seriously to the older woman as she began to excuse herself to the other room, calling after her, “Ringing sterling and clear as ever, Mrs. Harcourt. I’ll keep her to the highest standards of safety, I assure you.”
The former captain smirked at the now huffy girl in front of her, amused as ever and finding it all too cute a look on her. She squeezed the hand in hers, tugging Daisy just a tiny smidge closer to her. “Luring me away again, can’t help yourself can you?” She teased with a wink, “Not even when you’ll surely be sick of my face by the end of the week dwelling in the same space.” She loved to tease and prod Daisy ever so slightly, toeing the line between Daisy rolling her eyes at her and actually being indignant. But, it did have a hint of truth to it, they’d never truly been in each other’s spaces for more than a couple days (and that was the London trip where they were constantly out sight seeing or preparing for her interview). Now there’d be no buffer between them. No safety net of returning to their own apartment if something should go awry. Despite all this, Amelia wouldn’t change her mind about doing this. It was right. There would most likely just be a large adjustment period which she was mentally preparing herself for.
Though her words hadn’t exactly told Daisy she’d like to go on their ride, she was already leading her out towards the bike by the hand. “You know, I seem to recall our first truly genuine kiss beginning in this manner. Feeling quite nostalgic aren’t we, darling.” They reached the bike in the driveway and now that they were out of the house, Amelia pulled Daisy in by the hand and placed a kiss to her lips, fingers running into blonde locks as her other hand squeezed hers gently between them.
It was the golden hour in Swynlake, the sun at that perfect angle in the sky that everything was washed in a warm glow. Their figures cast long shadows across the gravel driveway and Daisy thought about how if she still wrote stories for herself, she’d turn this moment now into part of a story, for it was a perfect moment – a setting sun, a chapter closing.
She squeezed Amelia’s hand, their fingers interlocked.
“It’s the perfect sunset, isn’t it?” Daisy gushed as they reached her bike. “It’s like – like a poem or something. The sun setting on our last evening. The start of something new hanging in the air.” She reached for her helmet, which was slung over one of the handle bars, and then popped open the trunk for the other one, handing it over to Amelia. “Look at us – it’s like a story book, Amelia.” She fastened on her own helmet then made sure Amelia’s was tightened as well, taking the moment to look her deep in the eyes.
“Well – let’s get to it then,” she said and swung a leg over the bike, kicking off the stand and revving it up. She waited for Amelia to get on, holding her tightly, before she put the bike into full gear and drove out of the driveway.
The roads out of the Woods were twisting and turning, lined with trees that gave way to the rolling English countryside. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled light onto the road ahead of them, and Daisy edged the bike along faster, the wind hitting her face, her heart thrumming and feeling as golden as the light.
Swyn Song|| Water Birds
captain-ameliasmollet:
Amelia was greeted with an all too happy Mrs. Harcourt. She’d been quite excited that the two of them had been seeing so much of each other. Really, no one seemed to have any qualms about their relationship in the slightest from any side. Her parents were not only thrilled that she’d managed to secure someone like Daisy Canard but that she’d be returning closer to home and closer to them.
“Lovely to see you as always Mrs. Harcourt.” Daisy’s grandmother called upstairs for her. Her girlfriend no doubt was still organizing every last detail. “Lady caller? I rather like that.” The blonde smiled at the older woman and gave a wink. “My Aunt says hello and if you should need company now that both her home and yours are vacated and empty, you’re always welcome to tea. As you know, she’s a touch dramatic at times, but I’m passing along the message regardless.”
Amelia couldn’t help the smile that crossed her features as Daisy strode down the stairs looking as striking as ever. “I can’t think of a moment where it wasn’t an absolute pleasure to see you as well, Daisy.” She took a few steps forward, looking up at the woman who’d enraptured her in a whirlwind of energy that could only belong to her. It was one of those rare moments where Daisy was actually taller than her and she found it quite amusing. “Have you remembered to breathe?” She teased lightly, “Not that I don’t enjoy the look of your cheeks turning a rosy pink when you’re stressed or anxious but I can assure you, everything in this move of ours is as it should be.” She was talking about the details of the move, but she was also talking about her decision to move with her in case any reassurance was needed. Her job now was to ease her partner’s worries in all of this (and if you knew Daisy, she could have quite a few).
Daisy’s blush deepened still, and she shook her head, some loose ends of her bun falling near her face. Crossing her arms over her chest, she titled her head up, rolling her eyes slightly, but smiled at Amelia.
“Everything is taken care of,” she said, simply. “The movers will be coming tomorrow and then we will be leaving the day after. They will be taking my bike tomorrow, however, which is most certainly a pity, because I do adore that drive – “
Mrs. Harcourt clucked her tongue.
“Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous,” she said, busying past the two women, and wagging her finger. She turned to Amelia. “You’re going to have to keep this one out of trouble.” She nodded, a curt little nod that both Lillian and Daisy had inherited, and then walked into the sitting room to catch up on her shows.
Daisy let out a little huff, then turned to Amelia.
In two days they would be leaving. It would be the two of them, together. They were jumping right into it and Daisy – Daisy who planned everything, Daisy who always had doubts, Daisy who wibbled and wobbled on every decision, who delayed making them just so she could make the right one, who changed her mind, who worried that she’d be doing everything wrong – Daisy had never felt so sure of anything in her life.
That was certainly funny. She was never certain before.
“We should go for a ride,” she said, reaching for Amelia’s hand. “A last ride through Swynlake – maybe up to the forest, by the old farms? Those lonely roads are so quaint.”
We can say goodbye, she thought, squeezing Amelia’s hand a little tighter.
Until yesterday I basically assumed we weren’t gonna work out. What’s her name? It’s not like that. What’s his name? It’s not like that either.
Irréversible (2002), dir. Gaspar Noé

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Daringly, Delightfully Daisy!
Featuring the works of Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, and Carly Rae Jepsen -- a modern take on a classic time.
New York. 1923. The city seeps with luxury and decadence to mask the scent of disillusionment… But on the brim of it all is a daring and delightful young woman, ready to take her life into her own hands!
Act 1
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MADEMOISELLE DAISY AUDREY ELOISE CANARD HARCOURT ESTATE 75 KNIGHTBRIDGE LANE, SWYNLAKE WILTSHIRE COUNTY, ENGLAND, SN17
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MONSIEUR TOULOUSE HENRI BONFAMILLE 84-86 BROMLEY ROAD, CATFORD, LONDON, SE6 2UR
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11 Juin, 2018
Daisy,
Mademoiselle Daisy,
Salut Daisy,
Mon Chèrie,
Chère Daisy,
Mon Chère Daisy,
I hope this letter finds you well. More than well, I hope it finds you brilliant. You deserve brilliance. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.
If I am correct in my assumptions, this letter will come to you amid a flurry of packing and overwhelming anxiety and excitement as you move on to your next adventure. (No, I am not assuming that you got your Vogue internship, Berlioz informed me. Congratulations.) Let it be known that I do not mean to add to your anxiety, nor diminish your excitement with the contents of this letter, but I thought it prudent that you be informed.
I am in the hospital. I have been since the sixteenth of May.
First, I must off my sincerest apologies to you, Daisy, for my treatment of you over the past year. Especially the last six months. I have not been well, as you may have been able to piece together. You are rather clever like that. This is not an excuse, I would like to acknowledge. I know that my actions have wounded you deeply on more than one occasion. Perhaps you may feel secure in the knowledge that I was wounding myself just as deeply.
Without further ado: an explanation of my behaviour over the past few months, perhaps the entirety of the time since you returned to Swynlake.
I have bipolar disorder.
I am sick.
I hate myself.
I am sorry that I was too much of a coward to admit it to you earlier. That I allowed you to think that my feelings for you were trivial or casual in nature. You are a dear friend to me, Daisy. I am sorry that I allowed my confusion and hatred to be used as a weapon against you. I know that these words are merely writing on a page, but please believe the sincerity with which they are written. My heart aches to think of how you must think of me, though it is no less than I probably deserve.
My illness is not an excuse for how I have treated you. I should have told you, so that you would…know why it was I sometimes acted as if we were little more than acquaintances. I must admit that this has been a rather trying ordeal and admit that admitting that is trying in and of itself. Much easier to do on paper than with you sitting across from me.
I realize that this makes me a coward, but it was the only way I could communicate the depth of my tribulations to you without lashing out. That urge is still inside of me, no matter how many medications I take. My body has become a battleground and I, in my foolishness, did my best to shield you from the crossfire. It is only in hindsight that I have realized how wrong I have been.
If you cannot forgive me, I understand.
If you need more information, please contact Berlioz or Nounou. Show them the letter, tell them that I said it was alright for you to hear the rest of the story. I am afraid to say that there is still more I am not admitting to and cannot bring myself to write.
If you wish to visit me, simply follow the address on this letter. The nurses know your name and have been instructed to allow you in. However, I am not expecting you and you are under no obligation to visit this dreadful place.
I wish you well, dear Daisy, for you deserve all the splendors of this world, and I am truly regretful that I tarnished one small corner of it for you.
Bien à vous, Your Toulouse
Swyn Song|| Water Birds
It had been a whirlwind of events and packing and goodbyes and apartment searches and furniture shopping and marriages the last couple months and Amelia was finally glad to be rid of most of it. Jane’s wedding was beautiful. She’d been proud of be part of it. Amelia’s goodbyes weren’t truly so because she’d come back to visit her Aunt, Anita was certainly no stranger to London either so they’d see each other again, and Jane was always welcome to visit London no matter where adventure took her in life.
So truly, the bane of Amelia’s existence in the last week had been going through what she’d deemed fitting to bring with her to the next phase of her life (and fit into closets she’d have to share with Daisy and her extensive wardrobe that would no doubt grow once they got there) and scheduling the movers. But once all that had finished and the movers were out of sight, already on their way to the London flat, she could finally begin to look at the town she was leaving and reflect on all she’d been given through living here. She was moving in with another woman for bloody sake (one her parents were thrilled to hear about). Things had changed for her.
The captain walked through the neighborhood of large houses one last time as she approached Daisy’s grandparent’s home. Clad in her usual leather jacket, dark pants and ankle boots, she passed by Daisy’s bike in the driveway and knocked on the large door, before standing up straight with her hands in her jacket pockets.
@delightfully-daisy
The past five years of Daisy Canard’s life was packed up in boxes. They were labeled, of course, since that was what Daisy did best. Packing was not as terrible as some made it out to be. After all, in Daisy’s mind everything had its place and packing was simply a physical manifestation of that.
Most of the boxes were in a spare bedroom in her grandparents’ estate. She stood there now, hands on her hips, hair whisked up in a ponytail, surveying her weeks’ worth of work. WINTER SHOES were set atop CLASSIC BOOKS which was right next to DÉCOR : BEDROOM which was underneath OLD MAGAZINES and next to PHOTOGRAPHS. These were the things she was bringing with her, carefully chosen from her time in Swynlake. There were things she threw away, of course, (an old pair of boots too worn out; her last semester’s assignments; a perfume bottle that was nearly empty) and there were things that she wanted to hold onto, but knew she must get rid of (her favourite jacket that had a tear in the arm; her bedsheets and comforter spread, for they were growing older; the dress she had worn on that night in September).
And there were things that would stay in the boxes, that she would bring with her, but not open.
(You can imagine some of those things, I believe, though she did not want to think about them right now).
Sunlight streamed through the window, dust particles suspended in the glow of the afternoon.
Daisy still did not know if she was ready; she felt more ready than she ever had before, but still, if she could stay here, waiting in the golden light of this room – just stay here in that capsule of anticipation, before anything could go wrong – she would prefer that.
But she had to go.
She lingered though, arms crossed over her chest.
“Daisy!” The voice snatched her from her reverie and she turned, stepping out of the room, back into the hallway, following the call downstairs. “Your lady caller is here!”
Despite herself – despite the fact that she was moving in with Amelia in just a week or so – Daisy felt her cheeks flush and a smile creep onto her face. She strode down the stairs to find Amelia waiting in the entry hall, talking to a beaming Mrs. Harcourt.
“Good afternoon,” said Daisy, stopping a few steps up, her cheeks still pink and her smile still wide. “It is quite very lovely to see you.”