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More thoughts about how I've cast things:

Damien is Galavant because of the obvious (handsome popular brave sir knight), but also because of the way he was sold so firmly on an ideal (loving Madelena being an analogy for believing in the truth of the Second Citadel) that he later finds isn’t as righteous as he thought (discovering Madelena is an awful person being an analogy to discovering the awful reality to hunting monsters).

Arum is Isabella because of the similarities between both the Arum/Damien rivalry and courtship and the Galavant/Isabella partnership to romance. They both start out antagonistic, and have a point of betrayal leading to the imperilment of one party. Arum and Isabella both have a choice presented to them between their “kind” (Arum’s duty to other monsters, Isabella’s duty to her people) and their love (Arum with Damien and Rilla and Isabella with Galavant).

Rilla as Sid is a little less obvious, but I think it still manages to work out well. She’s been with Damien longer, like Sid has with Galavant, and know how he works. She knows what he means when he speaks his heart, and knows how to calm him when his anxiety spirals get bad. And also like Sid, she’s looked down upon by most of society (Sid as a squire and Rilla as the exiled scientist).

Juno was going to kill him, he really was. Buddy had been very clear that the ELEPHANT Conglomerate was highly dangerous and had to be handled with extreme caution, which is what Peter was trying to do. The ELEPHANT Conglomerate had been getting their fingers into casinos across the galaxy, so Buddy had decided it was time for the Roses to make a comeback.

    “After all,” she had said while Vespa smirked in the background, “Why waste Rita’s time establishing two new aliases when you have some that are ready to go?”

    So here he was, in a bright red floral patterned suit that was just verging on tacky, playing his third round of Venusian High Card draw, waiting for Paz Milan to make an appearance. Juno had been making the rounds of the casino, keeping an eye out for their target, and had circled back around to where Peter was stationed. He’d made an appearance in that red dress Juno had bought on Europa the last time they’d stopped there and leaned in against Peter’s side comfortably. Peter had exclaimed delightedly, fully in the Duke Rose persona, and Juno had leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, using the motion to disguise a whisper in Peter’s ear, sharing what information he had gleaned so far.

    That had been five minutes ago, though, and in that time Juno had moved from sitting next to Peter to standing behind him, leaning over his shoulder to watch what was going on. Peter could feel Juno’s breath against his ear and was finding it very hard to concentrate.

So in listening to the first few minutes of Man in Glass I got an idea (what if when Peter ran away from Brahma, Buddy and Vespa found and adopted him) that was swiftly proven non-canonical, and this is what came of it:

Peter bought (stole) a ticket off Brahma that day. A lot of people had died, and he intended for Peter Nureyev to be one of them. So he shed his name like a reptile shed its skin and moved on. Peter Nureyev, street rat turned master thief turned savior/martyr/revolutionary, couldn’t make it off Brahma, but Peter Ransom, the son of a diplomat… Peter Ransom could get out.

(putting it behind a break because it might get long)

THE SKY IS DARK AND THE MOON IS FULL

IT IS 2 AM

THE WORLD SLEEPS BUT I DO NOT

IT IS 2 AM

THERE IS PEACE YET STILL I RAGE

IT IS 2 AM

I DO NOT SLEEP

I DO NOT REST

I RAGE

I SHOUT AT THE WORLD

IT IS 2 AM

IT IS 2 AM

For you Whim, both <3

FIRST — the first two sentences of my current project:

The sky was very blue. Fi remembered that.

NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.

She remembered the way the metal contrasted with the wood, shining chrome against polished brown. Breathtaking.

She asked for a Jupeter coffee shop au, so here we go!

The door is large and wooden, and she bangs on it desperately, shouting. 

“Open up! Please, please open the door!”

Another howl sounds through the woods and she turns to face the clearing again, pressing her back against the door. Her heart is pounding, her breath coming in gasps. The pressure of the wood against her back is grounding, until suddenly it isn’t there anymore. The door opens quickly and she falls backwards, but is caught by a pair of strong arms. She’s pulled inside, and the door is closed again as quickly as it opened, a large bolt thrown in place after it.

“I really don’t think you want to be hanging around out there anymore,” a slightly husky voice drawls. “Are you alright down there?” 

She blinks up at the voice, trying to sort out her surroundings, and meets the bemused gaze of the large woman who caught her when she fell backwards. Another howl sounds outside and the woman’s head snaps to attention, a worried expression scrunching her features. It’s answered by another one, a little farther away, and a little of the woman’s tenseness eases. The woman lifts her to her feet and eyes her with dark brown eyes, taking in the muddy and torn hem of her dress and the collection of small cuts on her arms and face from running through the trees.

“Do you have an explanation for why in the name of the Lady you were out running alone in the woods on a night like this?”