Trina's Tortoise

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I can't really explain the plot of Eulogy without giving away some of the fun, but I'll give you a couple of sneaky sections...

(tw: major character death)

@ themadelineashton-sharp

My heart has been shattered into a million pieces and will never be whole again.

In the early hours of this morning, my darling wife Helen unexpectedly passed away in her sleep. 

For the past 10 years, she has been my soulmate, my best friend, my love, my person, and the thought of navigating life without her is unbearable.

I am taking a step back from the spotlight while I try to process this unimaginable grief, and ask for your understanding of my need for privacy at this time.

Madeline x

[...]

Madeline had curled deeper into her nest of blankets and pulled out her phone to double check her Instagram draft. Tears pooled in her eyes as she attempted to check that her message was grammatically correct; Helen would have hated her death announcement being posted with an apostrophe placed wrongly or a misspelled word. 

Reading the words she had written once more, she stifled a sob.

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The Disneyland idea if based on a throwaway line in one of my other Bernstead fics Small Steps (when Judy laments having got lost at Disney and Vi had to collect her from the lost children zone). Judy had always wanted to go to Disney but never went as a child so Vi finally buys her tickets.

I'm probably about 1/2 done with the writing, but am being hampered by the fact that I've never been to Disney which means the whole thing is probably wildly unrealistic! Plus, I'm determined to finally write Doralee into a Bernstead fic and I really want to get her characterisation right.

Here's a little bit of the fic:

“Happy tears?” She felt Judy nod against her neck, “That’s good, but I didn’t mean to make you cry like this on your birthday, honey.”

Judy tilted her head up to look at her; Violet gently brushed the tears from her cheeks with her thumb. A small smile appeared on her girlfriend’s face,

“S-sorry, Vi,” she said, shakily, “no-one has ever brought me such thoughtful presents before and then you got-”

She gulped back a fresh rush of tears, “you got t-tickets to somewhere I’d always w-wanted to go, because you actually listen when I tell you things, even when I’m rambling on and on. Dick would never-”

Judy shook her head, clearly not wanting to think about her ex-husband and his useless attempts at gift buying. It still made Violet angry when she thought of Judy telling her about the silver earrings (she was allergic to silver) and two-sizes-too-small jumper he’d brought her for Christmas one year. Her girlfriend had tried to laugh this off, but Vi had been incensed firstly that anyone could be so oblivious to the allergies of the person they purported to love but mainly that anyone would treat her Judy with that little care. 

“They must’ve been so expensive, Vi, you really shouldn’t spoil me like that.”

Violet smiled and kissed Judy’s forehead,

“Yes, I should. As your girlfriend, it’s part of my job description to spoil you, especially on your birthday.”