Bonjour! My name is Daisy Canard and I am a journalism student at PrideU. This blog is a project for my senior thesis and I invite you all to take a look as I share the stories this town has to offer.
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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.
After Valentine’s Day ends, Daisy and Amelia have a little bit of downtime...
[Dear God, this took so long]
@captain-ameliasmollet
DAISY:
As the clock struck midnight, little Reginald sprouted a pair of wings that neither Daisy nor Amelia knew that he had and he bounced out of the little bed Daisy had made up for him by the window and gave one shrill little cry before flying out.
“Reggie!” cried Daisy, rushing over to the window.
But Reggie was off into the moonlit night, his silhouette merely a blip on the horizon.
Amelia and Daisy had been reading him stories by the fireplace in one of the guest rooms. He liked listening to the sound of their voices. Before that, they’d fed him with a lovely dinner, and before that, they’d taken him to the lake and had a lovely (albeit frosty) row.
The whole time, Daisy had been staring at Amelia, who as always was confident and proud, the sharp lines of her cheekbones arching as she smiled, her golden hair falling out of her immaculate bun as she leaned forward to coo at Reginald.
Daisy felt like her heart was fluttering all through the day. She knew that feeling--knew it all too well this past year or so--had known it with Tito, and with Lou, and now with Amelia and there was no reason in the world why Amelia would be different than Lou or Tito or any of them--
As Reginald flew off into the night, Daisy stared after him and she felt her heart flutter again. It was still fluttering and she turned, back to the wall, to face Amelia.
“He’s gone,” she said, and she felt like she was going to cry, almost. “Oh--what---” She blinked, scrunching up her face. “What even was he?”
She looked back at Amelia now, feeling her heart catch again, as if the millions and millions of little butterflies it had been suddenly flew right into a net. It was not a bad feeling--it was--she didn’t know--she was hesitant, did not know how Amelia was looking at her right now.
Then she burst out laughing.
“Oh mon dieu--what was that creature? There were more of them, we saw, oui?”
AMELIA:
The entire day had been like something from a movie. These things just didn’t happen. They didn’t welcome tiny creatures into their lives and become doting parents towards them and spend an entire evening spontaneously going on an outing.
But it did happen. And with every glance Amelia stole towards the two creatures in her life, she couldn’t help the feeling that bloomed in her chest. Every beat of her heart caused by the blonde in front of her seemed to erode away her carefully crafted wall she had up. Lapping at it bit, by bit like the tide was rising higher and higher with Daisy, her moon, to pull it continuously against the sterling and composed exterior she chose to show.
And then it was as if the dream ended. As if the dream had taken that one turn towards a nightmare and one of the objects of her affection and adoration flew off. Rage boiled inside her, rising up to stand by her seat, rigidly stiff as her brows furrowed, already calculating her plans for a search and rescue.
That immediately stopped when Daisy’s eyes met hers and with a blink, Amelia’s frown turned to a small, amused little smile. “I haven’t the slightest idea. But anything that could make me say darling more times than I have in my entire life is one powerful force.” She let out a small chuckle, eyes soft, which turned into more of a laugh as Daisy’s own laughter melted into hers.
“So very strange.” She walked forward to stand next to Daisy at the window, looking out as little winged beasts few across the moonlight. “Seems we’ve been invaded.” She looked back at the woman who was now very close to her, she realized.
It was strange. It was as if the feelings from before still seemed to linger. Like a door had been pried open, contents seen and now the hinges weren’t quite lining up anymore to close again. “If it’s any consolation… I think you’ll be a wonderful mother someday, Miss Canard.”
DAISY:
Her instinct was to lean towards Amelia so that their shoulders would brush, but she hesitated, her breath catching. She could feel the warmth of Amelia’s body, they were so close, yet she hesitated, for she did not want to act on her gut, on the rammering of her heart.
She needed to be logical about this.
How often, in the past year, had she said yes to the wild hammering of her heart, to the mad thoughts that pounded in her head, only to be lead to certain destruction?
She could not do it again, would not do it again, even though--
“I do hope so,” she said, softly, flicking her eyes towards Amelia. “I do think I’d make a much warmer mother than my own, but then again, I could be just as...particular about certain things, I do believe.” She let out a laugh and despite herself, she did lean towards Amelia, their shoulders brushing.
“Oh, we raised that boy right,” she said, gaze drifting out onto the empty night. “I think,” she tilted her head back to look Amelia right in eye, “we make a rather good team.”
AMELIA:
The captain chuckled softly, looking into the night as Daisy commented on herself and her own mother’s qualities. “Oh yes, Lillian can be quite particular I’ve heard.” They ran in the same circles of course, and her mother was kind of a terrible gossip about these things. A small tingle ran through her at the mere brush of a shoulder. Amelia’s mind wandered towards how it would feel if it were more than a touch that glanced right off of her, if the arm and the fingers belonging to that arm were to--Well, it was hardly the time for such thoughts, not after being magically shoved together on arguably by commercial standards the most romantic day of the year.
Her heart betrayed her once again, as it had been doing for quite some time actually. Her mind was set on goals that didn’t warrant companionship and yet her heart seemed to decide at that moment reach through her chest at those eyes staring up at her and those lips uttering no truer words spoken in that moment. “We do.” She offered simply, a corner of her mouth turning ever so slightly up as she gazed at the woman who’d met her challenge in every universe, but had yet to in this one. Why was it that they both were so hesitant in this one? Surely backstories in those universes had lent themselves to some misfortune for both of them and yet, here they were both stagnant in moving towards the other in the water, yet somehow circling each other all the same.
Amelia had never thought of herself as a mother, truly, by any means. She’d never truly planned farther than her Admiralship and when the hopes of that came crumbling to a disastrous halt well, her future plans had ultimately shut off, because she couldn’t navigate the uncharted waters she was in now to near any sort of destination let alone span her life into a family and bringing more people into her misfortune.
“We’re quite a contrasting pair. Even just by superficial standards, you know. Fashion journalism and Naval prowess. English and French. Sort of resembles how lights and darks can be polar choices and yet put them together and the contrast of the two just… makes things seem heightened, sharpened even. As if things you hadn’t known to appreciate before gained new meaning entirely.” There she went again. Finding herself becoming more verbose in the presence of this charming, effervescent woman. If there was one person who could get Amelia to talk and prattle on, it would be Daisy. “Oh, look at me blathering on…” She gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle before looking down and then looking back out to the stars.
DAISY
She did not mind listening to Amelia talk. Amelia had such a lovely way with words. Amelia’s voice was crisp, like the ironed collar of her shirt. Daisy felt herself lulled by Amelia’s words, her gaze drifting off as she imagined all those worlds where their paths had crossed.
She thought of those false memories of sunlight temples and marbled floors, of the first time she’d kissed Amelia--they’d been themselves, sort of, themselves, but not themselves, themselves but weighed down with selves that were not them.
She thought of the stars, of galaxies, of an epic romance that had been painted out for them, how they found themselves drawn back to each other like two stars caught in each other’s orbit.
And she thought of when they had met here, in the real world, how her heart had been freshly wounded by her own hand and how Amelia’s smile had made her feel like she could breathe again. She hadn’t realised it at the time, but that night had been one of the first where she smiled, where she let her shoulders relax, where she laughed and it did not sound rehearsed.
They had not met in the town, you know, but it was the town that kept bringing them back together.
And here they were, now. Brought together again by the town.
Daisy turned her gaze back to Amelia, the stars still in her blue eyes.
“Oh, you do not need to stop,” she murmured. “Your words are beautiful. They sound like poetry, really--I suppose that is slightly vain, since they are about me, but…” She sighed, and her breath turned into a little giggle and she kept her gaze on Amelia, biting down on her lip slightly. “I do like to indulge, once in a while.”
AMELIA
The captain’s smile merely widened as she looked back to the woman who she’d become so taken with over the better part of a year. “I will happily indulge your vanity, Daisy.” She nudged her gently with her shoulder before slipping her arm around her waist smoothly as they came back to stand in the same position they where they were before. “I hardly think you get enough praise for all that you do… and all that you are, really. Because what you do truly is who you are to the people we surround ourselves with.” She sighed slightly, leaning against the other woman a bit more, “As formy words, well, perhaps that’s the one thing my mother did right in raising me, perhaps we would’ve made Reggie read poetry books at a young age and look up all the impossibly long words he didn’t know until they were ingrained into muscle memory.”
Her tone turned teasing as she lowered her voice, ducking her head down close to the blonde’s as if she were dropping some large secret or act. “To be quite honest, I’m glad you appreciate it so much. I’ve been written off as incredibly pretentious so many times I haven’t bothered to count.” She gave an amused smile, eyes twinkling as she looked into the other woman’s. For a brief moment, rather than weigh all of her options as she usually did, her impulses got the best of her as her hand came up to move strands of hair from Daisy’s face. She ran her fingertips down the side of her check before they came to rest beneath her chin, grasping it gently as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Every kiss with Daisy, in this universe or another, was new. Exciting even. Entirely new territory to explore and sail both her fingers and her mind across to wrap around every curve Daisy could throw. She wasn’t something to conquer, Amelia wasn’t expanding territory by any means. She was something to admire, to just sit and gaze out across and wonder how it was that something so awe inspiring was created by some strange miracle of life.
She pulled back from the kiss to whisper softly, smirk curling into her lips where the quick remark was already waiting, “Of course, there are plenty of other indulgences I’d gladly aid you with aside from telling you all the laudable traits you possess.”
DAISY
She had been hoping Amelia would kiss her. It was in the back of her mind, all throughout this conversation, a breath she had been holding without realising. And then, softly, Amelia pressed her lips to Daisy’s and she felt all that flutter, all that pitter-patter, felt it all wash over her--
She let out a breath, only to have it snatched away from her.
Amelia was gentle--her touch, her lips--but the little quip she whispered was sharper, and Daisy’s toes curled, thinking of those nights they had shared in memories that were not theirs (but also, in a way, were more theirs than anything else).
She almost forgot to answer.
“I would like that very much, that is, to be indulged,” she said, tilting her head and this time, she was the one who kissed Amelia.
It was soft, at first, just as chaste a kiss as Amelia had bestowed upon her moments ago. But her hand found Amelia’s hip and Daisy pulled her closer, till their bodies were flush against each other. She could feel the tight muscles of Amelia’s body through the fabric of her suit. Her other hand curled around Amelia’s collar as she pulled the captain closer.
Daisy broke away for a second, training her eyes on Amelia, a little smirk tugging on her lips.
“I do require your aid most intensely,” she said, voice breathless and her cheeks flushed pink. She ran her fingers slowly along Amelia’s side. “If you should be so kind as to indulge me further.”
AMELIA:
It was so familiar yet different to fall into this rapport. She’d had Daisy as a, well, quite literally a virgin for all intents and purposes. She was cautious and a little timid, of course. And then the last memories she’d had of them tossing among space silken bed sheets were of a Daisy far more experienced and bold, quite dominating actually which was an entirely new plane of existence and experience for the captain. So to have a woman who reminded her of both of those memories or other life times--whatever they were, it was almost all too perfect a fit.
And the blonde had done just that with how well she’d turned the kiss back onto her and pushed the ball into her court. She felt the fingertips dig into her hips and just as those fingers hooked her physically and tugged at her collar, all else was hooked right along with it.
The captain breathed out, a small smile, truly amused by it all while one hundred percent genuine in her reply, “Well, who am I to turn down someone so in need of my aid?” She gave a small peck of a kiss, a tease, really one arm kept her as close as Daisy had pulled them, flush against each other. Her other hand that had never left Daisy’s cheek in the kiss, moved to tease her supple lips with a thumb as her voice lowered. The pad of her thumb grazing her bottom lip as she leaned in, “Truly it would be a detriment to my character and I’ve worked far too long to have that happen.”
She closed the distance, the kiss much more firm than the last. A kiss that most certainly would lead to more. Her hand kept itself at her jawline as the other roamed her back, re familiarizing itself with places it hadn’t been for quite some time. It dipped lower, digging in slightly as it kept to the small of her back. All the while she deepened the kiss, making sure to take her time with this because she wouldn’t want to pass by yet another first (especially one that truly counted in this universe). Daisy was tempting, truly, she could be devoured in a moment, but Amelia would rather savor her and keep her solely to herself for as long as she would let her, not wanting this to be another spell they’d wake up from and have to reset their time all over again.
DAISY
Daisy wanted more.
She could feel the desire pooling in her, right to her core. She wanted fast and frenzied--wanted to run her hands through Amelia’s hair and grind herself against her. Wanted to explore the curves of her body in this world, in this time.
But Amelia was kissing her softly, teasing her almost, touching her slowly so that their bodies ever so slightly pressed closer together, the heat between them growing. Daisy’s breath was short. As much as she wanted this to be fast and passionate, there was something oh-so sensual about this slow build up, this teasing and touching.
Daisy’s hand grasped at Amelia’s side, and she caressed down Amelia’s back, her fingers running down to her thighs, then back up to the curve of her waist, then darted between them, toying with the buttons of Amelia’s jacket.
She pulled away, coy smile on her lips, then slipped her hand from the buttons to the lapel, then back down.
“What a pretty jacket,” she nearly cooed. “It’s getting in the way.”
AMELIA:
God, it had been a bloody while since someone had challenged her in the ways that Daisy had. Bodies pressed close, that flame of want burning brightly again after it seemed like it had been merely an ember of past flings and trysts.
The blonde’s hands had roamed the former captain’s body, doing just as she had previously, learning the landscape that had once, in a former life or time, been laid out before them, memorized as if they were the cartographers themselves charting their way through dips, valleys, mountains and narrow passes. She leaned into the touch, the warmth of the woman’s hands welcomed as the breeze through the open window their former child creature had flown out of sent a chill down her spine despite the fireplace being in full blaze behind them. Or perhaps it was Daisy herself sending those signals through the nerves all intertwined and connected down her back.
Amelia raised a eyebrow in amusement as the ever so coy looking Daisy Canard spoke. Truly, they were wearing far too much at this point. “This old thing? Well, there’s thousands of it and one of you so I’d say my priorities should lie with the rarer find, don’t you?”
Her hand moved from Daisy’s jawline, fingers trailing down her neck to her collarbone and then down to fiddle with the fabric just below it, fingers running smoothly just beneath it, caressing skin as it went, her lips quirking in a small little smile as her eyes twinkled with mischief, gazing into the girl’s in front of her. “I think we’re both horridly overdressed and in this case--this truly being the only case because can you truly be overdressed?--that’s quite unfortunate.” She sighed, feigning disappointment. “Should be remedied immediately, posthaste.”
And with that Amelia pulled away entirely, warmth radiating from the journalist’s body now gone as she swiftly shrugged off the jacket and discarded it neatly on nearby surface. She toyed with the buttons on her blouse, all the while never letting her eyes leave the woman in front of her. Some would say Amelia was being a little less dominant than usual, but she’d surely reply that this was a game of chess and there were one hundred and one different strategies to take the queen.
DAISY
She felt very warm, her cheeks flushed and pink, her breathes quivering slightly. But she was not one to cave, no, no, no -- Daisy Canard held her head high, looking straight at Amelia, as she tugged off her jacket and toyed with the buttons on her blouse.
Daisy felt a lick of heat within her and wanted to press her legs closer together.
She wanted Amelia to slip her hand between Daisy’s thighs and knot her fingers in Daisy’s hair.
Daisy bit down slightly on her lip, then turned around slowly, so that her back was facing Amelia. She reached behind her neck, sweeping the blonde waves across her shoulder, tipping her head coyly in Amelia’s direction, before she slipped her hand to the zipper of her dress, tugging it down slowly and swaying her hips as she did so.
This was new for Daisy -- in this world. She had memories of all of this and she had to rely on a past that she was not sure existed, feelings that she was not sure were real, flashes of passion and moments of tenderness that belonged to a pocket of reality that was neither real nor false.
But right now, right now she wanted it to be real, in this world.
“Je ai besoin d'aide,” she said, batting her eyelashes. Her lip caught between her teeth and with her free hand, she curled her fingers in her hair.
AMELIA
Just as the captain had begun to tease the woman in front of her, she turned the tables and gave it right back. Amelia couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her features, watching Daisy sway her hips and toy with the zipper to her dress.
Her eyes never left the blonde as she unbuttoned the buttons and tugged the shirt from her trousers, letting it hang loosely on her form. Truly, she’d have been more than content to just watch but that invitation was all the motivation she needed. She walked up behind her, first sliding her hands along the sides of the dress, along her hips as she leaned over her shoulder, murmuring softly, as she began to place slow soft kisses along her shoulder and neck, “Je vais le fournir, ma chérie.”
The englishwoman’s hands moved to the zipper, picking up where Daisy had left off, slowly drawing down the zipper until it reached its end point as her lips made paths down along her neck. Her hands slipped beneath the two sides of fabric, gliding over the warm, bare skin of her hips and sides as her body pressed close against her back.
Those universes had essentially been practice exams. She’d been able to read the book ahead of time, study her. And though the questions would be different variations on this final exam, she was confident with those past trysts through different worlds, times, places, scenarios, that she’d get high marks.
DAISY
A soft moan escaped her lips as Amelia kissed her on the neck. Daisy felt her toes curl and her hands grasped at her sides. She’d always had a sensitive neck, and Amelia knew just the right way to kiss her that made her hunger for more.
She could feel the heat of Amelia’s body, as the zipper of the dress tugged down and Daisy wriggled her shoulders out of it. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving Daisy clad only in her lacy pink bra and panties. She felt a shiver through her, not just from her bare skin and the cold night air from the open window, but from the thrill of anticipation and the touch of Amelia’s hands on her skin.
Slowly, she turned around to face Amelia, feeling a flush across her cheeks and a fire deep within her. Daisy draped her arms over Amelia’s shoulders and leaned in, so that their lips were almost touching -- almost but not quite. Daisy could taste Amelia’s lips and she wanted to be kissed so madly that she forgot her own name.
Instead, she turned her head, turned all around, one hand tracing down Amelia’s hand till she linked their fingers together, pulling Amelia along, towards the sofa in the room. She felt her heart pounding, in anticipation, in excitement, and she dropped Amelia’s hand before setting herself on the couch, lounging across it, her hair spilling onto the red cushions.
She said nothing, but looked at Amelia, a mischievous smile on her face.
AMELIA
Hearing Daisy let out that moan brought a rush of memories that were both hers and not, flashes of tumbling through silken sheets, whispers, lingering glances across rooms, and most of all the sighs and moans that reverberated against temple and captains quarter walls. She’d have it again. She knew that much.
The older woman kept hold of the blonde, her hands stroking up and down along sensitive sides and hips as her eyes flickered to meet the one’s looking right back at her. The air between them was hot and thick, she could feel the heat coming from Daisy’s body as she held her close and waited in anticipation for a brush of lips that never came. No. Certainly did not. Miss Canard was playing with her ever so slightly and Amelia couldn’t be helped but to toy with her right back. This was the game they were set in, they’d figure out who’d break first.
Their fingers intertwined and Amelia gave the softest of smiles at the gesture before she turned back to smirks and a quirk of the brow as Daisy lounged before her, that all too precious little smile on her face like she could one up Amelia Smollet so easily in this game.
Amelia let the shirt loosely hanging on her frame drop to the floor before unbuckling her trousers and letting those drop as well before tugging her hair from the previously immaculate but now partly ruined from caring for an infant bun she’d had it in, flipping it to the slide over her shoulder as she stalked forward, clad in only her dark blue bra and panties.
She leaned down over Daisy’s form, each leg easily coming over to straddle her as she took the hands that she’d been holding momentarily before and brought them up til they were eventually over the French woman's head. Her nose brushing up against the blonde’s as that mischievous glimmer never faltered in her eyes. Her hands lightly grazed down wrists, undersides of forearms, upper arms before ghosting back up all the while her lower body arching ever so slightly into the one beneath her.
DAISY
Daisy’s arms were pinned over her head. Normally she was the one doing the pinning, the one climbing atop and running her eyes over the nearly naked body. With a man -- certainly, she’d never allow herself to be pinned, never allow herself to let someone else control her. But with a woman --
She felt a thrill through her, heat building through her center as Amelia arched her body closer and they brushed against each other ever so slightly, the friction of Amelia’s body sending a near shiver through Daisy. Her breaths grew a little heavier and she instinctively tilted herself towards Amelia.
She wished she could grasp Amelia’s hips and press her closer, grind against her and kiss her with fervor.
But Daisy was pinned. She was not in charge.
And for the first time -- well, she rather liked it.
She might not be able to do much with her hands, but she tilted her hips up to Amelia’s, pushing against her, all while fixing her gaze to Amelia.
“Enseigne moi,” she breathed into Amelia’s ear, pressing herself closer, only the thin fabric of her panties between them. “How to make you feel good.”
AMELIA
It was all the more satisfying to Amelia to have Daisy underneath her, tilting her body to get some sort of contact that would quell her urges. Knowing Daisy, she wasn’t exactly one to take things lying down. She could sense a rather dominant top when she met one, and this one would most likely take whatever chance she could to turn the tables on her. So she’d distract and charm the girl, asserting her own dominance with a bit of finesse and a lot more tact than she’d assume most men had towards her.
“I find…” Her own voice, lower, deeper as she spoke into the blonde’s ear in reply, letting the words fall from her mouth in no hurry whatsoever. “That to experience is the best way to learn… don’t you?” Her fingers glided along her forearms as her leg slipped between Daisy’s, pressing firmly to the thin piece of fabric remaining between them. “Rester...” Who knew if she’d actually obey but she needed the use of her hands again. Her mouth moved lower, to kiss at her neck, running her tongue along the flesh that pulsed under it before paying attention to her collarbones.
Her hands had a separate mission, letting them move down to slip down underneath the cups of her bra, fingers grazing and teasing hot, supple flesh but not applying nearly enough pressure to satisfy the woman beneath her, before they ran underneath the strap and down the back to unclasp it.
DAISY
Amelia’s lips trailed across her neck and Daisy’s breath hitched. She bit down on her lip, her back arching slightly, her body yearning to get closer to Amelia in any way possible. When Amelia teased at her breasts, the strained breaths became soft moans. Oh, she wanted so badly for Amelia to rip off her bra, for Amelia’s lips to wander down her chest, her teeth the scrape the soft skin.
But Amelia taunted her, achingly so. Daisy felt the heat grow with in her and she pressed herself closer to Amelia, hoping to relieve some of the growing need within her.
As Amelia’s fingers flitted across the fabric of her bra, Daisy’s own fingers tangled in Amelia’s hair, then traced down the older woman’s neck, her strong shoulders, and danced across her back. She stopped, every so often, when the throws of pleasure hit her in a particular sort of way, and her nails scraped at Amelia’s skin and a breathy moan escaped her lips.
“Oh, touch me,” she breathed into Amelia’s ear, as she arched her back and then nibbled at bit at Amelia’s earlobe. “Touch me, please.”
AMELIA
Daisy’s hands wandered down her back and shoulders, making her arch into the touch. She knew exactly what she was doing to the girl beneath her, and there was only just a little room left before she’d be pushed to--and there it was. The begging and breathiness of Daisy’s voice caused her to give into Daisy’s request. Hopefully, they’d have loads more times for her to endlessly torture her with soft touches, but right now, Amelia would give Daisy what her body craved.
As the bra came away, Amelia dipped her head lower, almost purring at the hands tangling in her hair as she wrapped her lips around a nipple. Her tongue and lips working it over as her hands roamed from Daisy’s other breast, squeezing and kneading, raking lightly down her stomach to grasp at her hips.
Once she was satisfied with the work she’d done, she repeated with the other, listening to the breaths and moans that fell from Daisy’s lips. It was like what she’d heard before, and yet, it was somehow clearer. As if those other worlds hadn’t quite been as in high definition as this one was now. It was real. There was no denying it.
Her fingers slipped underneath the pink underwear still separating the two of their bodies, running along the edge before dipping lower to trace along still concealed lips. She pulled her head up to look up towards the girl laying beneath her, smirk on her face and brow quirking ever so slightly as she gave one final little wordless tease, fingers dancing along beneath thin fabric.
DAISY
She did her best not to moan, but soft whimpers left her lips instead. Amelia’s fingers burned through her, sending waves of desire through her core.
When Amelia touched her -- really touched her -- she couldn’t help it. She gasped sharply, one hand grasping the couch, her nails digging into the fabric and nearly snagging on it. The other hand, in Amelia’s hair, tightened as well, knotting through the golden waves. Her hips bucked towards Amelia’s hands, and she wanted to feel more -- more pressure, more friction, more of this delightful, commanding woman.
She tilted her head up, meeting Amelia’s lips ever so slightly, teasing her lips before kissing them. Her teeth caught on Amelia’s bottom lip and she tugged on it, hard.
Part of her wanted to take control again. After all, that was what she was used to. She liked to be on top, liked to control what the other person was feeling. She squirmed a little, but ultimately just gave into the pleasure.
AMELIA
That gasp did nothing but fuel her want for every sound she could elicit from the blonde. Her fingers beginning to explore Daisy much more freely beneath the thin fabric still on her body, dragging up through that dampness pooling between her legs to press up against her clit, massaging the bundle of nerves as she gazed down at Daisy who’d taken hold of her lower lip, a small bit of that fire coming out to lick at her to remind her just who she was dealing with.
She wanted to see Daisy come entirely undone again beneath her fingers and she’d get that satisfaction soon enough. They were both very similar in that way. Both wanting to control all facets of their lives, so to have one of them on their back completely surrendering control (or surrendering enough to be taken over) was an event to collect, store away, and appreciate both in the moment and looking back. All questions of how different it would be this time would be answered and put to bed.
Her fingers slowly stroked down and dipped into her entrance, slowly sliding in one at a time as her thumb took up the task of teasing her clit. She pressed two fingers deep, as far as the angle that her arm rested, would allow as her head dipped down and kissed up along her throat slowly. The feeling of being inside Daisy once more was much less foggy, as if a blurry photo had finally come into focus revealing something entirely different, yet familiar and beautiful that you hadn’t appreciated to its fullest extent until now.
DAISY
She felt so flushed, so warm. Her breathing was already short, just from Amelia’s touch through the thin fabric of her panties. Daisy could feel herself getting wetter, knew that Amelia could as well and the thought of that just made the heat grow and grow.
Look what you do to me, she wanted to purr, but before she could say anything, a breathy moan left her lips and she felt her back arch slightly.
Daisy whimpered, clinging to Amelia as her fingers slipped through the edge of Daisy’s panties, stroking along her entrance. She bucked her hips towards Amelia’s waiting hand, longing for more, wanting more, craving Amelia’s touch inside of her. Amelia’s lips were at her throat, her fingers slipped deep inside and Daisy was already so close --
It was almost embarassing how disarmed she was.
She grinded herself against Amelia’s hand, the pressure against her clit, the fingers deep inside her, and knotted her fingers in Amelia’s hair again.
“Oh mon dieu,” she breathed out. “Oh -- make me come, please. Please. I want to come for you.”
AMELIA
The movement of Daisy’s hips against her fingers only served to aid her in giving Daisy exactly what she wanted (and what Amelia wanted, of course). Amelia was no stranger to pleasuring women, but she was a distance acquaintance to pleasuring Daisy, a girl who’d captured her attention the moment she’d walked up to her in that art gallery in France. The captain couldn’t help herself and Swynlake was very keen on helping the two of them in some strange and mysterious way.
What would the world think if they saw Daisy Canard right now? Crying out for an orgasm at the mercy of her fingers exploring the depths into where essentially none of her kind had traveled. Amelia had to reason out why she shouldn’t attempt to draw out more words that would feed the power she felt having this woman undone beneath her and practically begging for her. She gave into her reasoning though, figuring there’d be time for further exploration later and granting her request by picking up the pace to meet her all too greedy hips, thumb flicking and pressing up against her clit intermittently. She leaned her head against Daisy’s forehead, almost purring at the fingers tugging at her hair, she breathed out, “You’re never not one to do what you set out to accomplish.” She smirked, curling her fingers inside the blonde beneath her, “Come for me then.”
DAISY
She had not realised just how much she had been holding back until this moment, as her orgasm swept through every inch of her body. Her hips rose towards Amelia, her toes curled, and her fingers twisted in the fabric of the couch.
Daisy almost cried out. She did, in fact, but she did her best to stifle the noise, biting down on her lip so hard that she almost drew blood.
The hand that was in Amelia’s hair must’ve twisted something terrible, but the thought it hurting Amelia was so far removed from Daisy’s mind. Was it selfish? Perhaps. Perhaps it was terribly so and perhaps Amelia would want nothing to do with her come morning, come magic spell washed away, come another reality dawning on them.
But right now --
Now another wave of pleasure washed over her and she rode it till the end, tightening around Amelia’s fingers, whimpers leaving her lips till the last of it faded away and she was left with the warm lingering feeling.
Breathlessly, she leaned forward, pulling Amelia closer to her and kissing her passionately.
AMELIA
The former captain hadn’t realized just how much seeing Daisy fall apart beneath her once more would affect her. She felt her own desire pooling beneath the fabric of her underwear as she watched Daisy cry out as best she could through a furrowed brow and slightly gritted teeth due to the fist in her hair (not that she was complaining, the hair pulling sort of added an entirely different element she’d explore later).
Her fingers kept small movements to draw out the orgasms washing over the blonde wrapped around them. Walls clenching down around her fingers and providing resistance for their movement, Amelia finally stopped her movements all together, which if she hadn’t done then, she would’ve in a moment because Daisy had a way of distracting her from a task like no one else could possibly fathom.
She kissed the younger woman back just as passionately, knowing she’d done a rather bang up job (not that she ever didn’t). She allowed herself to be pulled, knowing full well that Daisy would have her revenge in turning the tables on who dominated whom so she’d give her this small bit of control again. She pulled away, a bit breathless from the exertion of it all and the feverish kissing, a large grin on her face like the cat who ate the canary (well, she hadn’t exactly eaten the canary yet, but the night was still young). “All that you remembered, darling?” She couldn’t help herself, the term of endearment just stuck with her. She pressed another small kiss to her lips, pressing their foreheads together. Whatever the morning brought, they’d have tonight just as they’d had all the other nights they shared.
“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.”
“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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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.
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.
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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
Socialite Daisy Canard returns from a year abroad. While all of New York Society believes she went to educate herself with the artists and poets of Paris, only her family knows she was sent away to the countryside because of a nervous breakdown -- still, a year later, Daisy is brimming with optimism and arrives at the harbor, greeted by her dear friend, the caddish Hermes Petros.
Welcome to New York - Taylor Swift - Daisy, Hermes,and ensemble
Welcome to New York
It's been waitin' for you
Hermes doesn’t know about Daisy’s breakdown. He insists on bringing her to one of the hottest speakeasies in town that night. As they walk from the docks, Daisy bumps into a roguish young man and gets into a small confrontation with him. Hermes manages to pull her away before she slaps the boy. Daisy returns to the Canard brownstone, where her family greets her, informing her of a society event she must attend the next day. Her mother pulls her aside and warns her that her reputation is hanging on a line.
Daisy meets Hermes at the speakeasy, feeling a bit overwhelmed, her mother’s words still ringing in her ear. But she manages to start letting loose, only to bump right into the same dockworker from earlier that day. Tito asks her to dance. Daisy turns him down and the two play a cat and mouse game, before she finally gives in and dances.
If You Can Afford Me - Katy Perry - Daisy and Tito
If you want me, it takes more than a wink,
And more than a drink and more than you think.
The next day, Daisy wakes up a bit hungover, but on cloud nine due to her romantic rendezvous. But there is a party she must attend and she gets ready for it, while daydreaming about the previous night and daydreaming of romantic endeavors to come.
Teenage Dream - Katy Perry - Daisy
You make me feel like I’m living a teenage dream
At the party, many big names are in attendance -- including one Amelia Smollett, fresh from England. Daisy’s mother advises her to get to know this well-bred young woman, in hopes that Daisy will follow in her footsteps. Daisy is also confronted with a former flame, Lou Bonfamille. The two bicker briefly, before Daisy admits she is ever so glad to see him again and reminisces about when they first met.
Love Story - Taylor Swift - Daisy and Lou
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes, the flashback started
The party continues, but is interrupted when one of the servers accidentally spills wine on Daisy’s mother. That server turns out to be Tito, the dockworker from the previous night, and Daisy wants to leap to his rescue, but her mother shoots her an icy glare. She excuses herself from the party and runs to find him. They end up kissing, spotted by her mother, who has rushed out after Daisy. She yells at her daughter and storms off. Daisy is in tears, but Tito consoles her.
Firework - Katy Perry - Tito (i’m sorry dude)
Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you
Daisy comes back into the party. The tension is palpable. But before anyone can say anything, Amelia Smollett swoops in to chat with Daisy, saving her from embarrassment. The two of them talk for a bit, Amelia showing genuine concern for Daisy, before the party dies down. The guests filter away and Daisy is left alone, and takes this solitary moment to think about how alone she feels in this city.
Lost - Katy Perry - Daisy
Caught in the eye of a hurricane
Slowly waving goodbye like a pageant parade
So sick of this town pulling me down
Act 2
The next day, Daisy is in self-isolation, humiliated by the events of last night. But Lou comes to see her and even coaxes her out on a walk. She is touched by this gesture, especially since they didn’t exactly leave on the best terms. Daisy admits that the reason she had to go to Europe was due to a mental breakdown, confirming rumors about her disappearance. Lou is quiet, but says he understands.
Delicate - Taylor Swift - Daisy and Lou
This ain't for the best
My reputation's never been worse, so
You must like me for me
We can't make
Any promises now, can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink
Daisy goes to see Tito again, but she has some doubts about continuing a relationship, especially since she was touched by Lou’s kindness. She’s conflicted when Tito tries to put his arm around her and eventually decides that this was not meant to be.
Not Like the Movies - Katy Perry - Daisy
I didn't feel
The fairytale feeling, no
Am I a stupid girl
For even dreaming that I could
Though she believes it was the right decision, Daisy is still upset. Amelia -- also concerned about Daisy’s well-being -- calls on the house in the afternoon. When she hears what happened, she insists that the two of them -- along with Hermes, of course -- go out to forget about the heartbreak. The posse arrives at a speakeasy, where Amelia and Daisy dance together.
Tonight I’m Getting Over [Him] - Carly Rae Jepsen - Daisy, Amelia, and ensemble
I keep dancing 'til the morning with somebody new
Tonight I'm getting over you
Over the next few days, Amelia has come to call multiple times. Over a montage, Daisy is starting to get feelings for Amelia, but isn’t sure what to make of them and really wishes that she could skip the boring part.
Cut to the Feeling - Carly Rae Jepsen - Daisy
I can't make it stop, give me all you got
I want it all or nothing, no more in between, now give your
Everything to me, let's get real baby
A chemical reaction, take me in your arms and make me "oh"
Her mother confronts her about Amelia and Daisy brushes her off, but pricks up when her mother mentions that Lou is nowhere to be seen. This makes Daisy a bit frustrated, since the reason things didn’t work out with Tito was because she had hoped she and Lou would end up together. She confronts Lou in his studio and he rebukes her unkindly, before she storms off in tears.
All Too Well - Taylor Swift - Daisy
You call me up again, just to break me like a promise
So casually cruel in the name of being honest
Meanwhile, Daisy decides to confess her affections to Amelia and to her delight, Amelia feels the same way. The two share a secret kiss in a quiet corner of a speakeasy. Daisy is absolutely smitten, but reality sets in when she nearly runs into her mother. Hermes tells her that things are better in California and Daisy schemes, but still tries to enjoy her night with Amelia.
I Really Like You - Carly Rae Jepsen - Daisy and Amelia
Oh did I say too much?
I'm so in my head
When we're outta touch (outta touch)
I really really really really really really like you
And I want you, do you want me, do you want me too
The next morning, Daisy hears from her mother that Lou is set to go to Europe and that he is leaving within the next few hours. Mad that he never told her, Daisy confronts him just as he leaves. He confesses that her mental breakdown is not an anomaly and that he’s been on the brink of his own -- he must take care of himself before he can love someone else. They reach the docks and Daisy gives him a tearful goodbye, hoping that he remembers her.
Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift - Daisy
Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dream
Daisy returns home and her mother is in an absolute state of shock. She has just found out about Daisy’s relationship with Amelia -- in fact, all of New York has, as their pictures are plastered on the front page of the paper. Daisy’s mother gives her an ultimatum: drop the girl or drop her family’s name. Never so sure of anything in her life, Daisy bolts out of the house and finds Amelia and along with Hermes, and other misfits, they board the next train to California -- ready to begin their new dreams.
Run Away With Me - Carly Rae Jepsen - Daisy, Amelia, Hermes
Hold on to me
I never want to let you go
(Run away with me, run away with me)
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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.
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.
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.”
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