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Dying Dream Cast Directory

A helpful guide to remind you about the main crew of the Hopeless Pirates and their basic info stuffs. Keep in mind, names are done the Japanese way. So, Last name/middle initial/ first name

Also, there are spoilers in here for all people who are not caught up with the story. Read at your own risk.

Captain:

Gol D. Maven

Nickname/known as: Maven/ Usurper Maven/ “Momma Maven”/ Big Sis Maven

Age: 20 (at the beginning of Canon)

Disease: Usurper’s Syndrome. A terminal illness that is continual, and progressively aggressive, muscle degradation. Combats this disease by building muscle faster than it can degrade, leading to painfully slow increase in strength and low muscle mass on her body.

Appearance: Like a gender-swapped Ace essentially. Small chest, much wider waist than typical for OP characters. Clearly defined abs, lithe but defined muscles on arms and legs. She is not thickly built, her disease keeping her from being “bulky” and making her body remain rather lanky despite the strength on it. About 6′1″, long wavy black hair that goes down to her butt and is extremely wild and untamed. Freckles on her face that add a slight childish appearance to her face, and sleepy looking gray eyes. Always carries Stormfall, a large battle axe/halberd with a purple metal butterfly-winged blade. Stormfall is over six and a half feet tall, so the blade is always poking above Maven’s head a bit.

First Mate:

Nymph Katylan

Nickname/Known as: Katie/ Dark Nymph Katylan

Age: two years younger than Maven.

Disease: Unnamed terminal immunodeficiency, alluded to being like AIDS.

Appearance: Stereotypical blond rich-girl appearance. Classic OP-girl physique, with large bust and small waist. Straight gold-blond hair that falls a few inches past her shoulders, and large sapphire-blue eyes. Commonly wears light colored sundresses with exercise shorts underneath just incase she fights, so there is never an indecent moment. She is also the Helmsman and Archer for the crew, and uses an ivory-white recurve bow made by Kilik.The center of the bow can change lengths, controlling the strength and range of the bow. Average female height of about 5′7″

Navigator (Original):

Linral

Nickname/Known as: Rabid Linral/ Lin

Age: 18 at death

Disease: Unnamed cancer, alluded to being more than just one type as it is “everywhere.”

Appearance: Short tomboy, but with classic OP-girl body. She had short silver-white hair cut in a boyish pixie cut, and bright emerald-green eyes that she took pride in. Her body was littered with small scars, though not so many as to keep guys from blatantly trying to flirt with her. As stated earlier, she was very short-- just barely over five feet tall. Primarily a brawler, she had slightly more defined muscles than even Maven, considering Lin’s own disease didn't effect her muscle mass. Usually wore boy’s sports shorts and a grey or black tank top.

Weaponsmith (Original):

Kilik

Nickname/Known as: Kilik/ (I couldn’t remember/find his pirate name, so I made a new one up) Killing Steel Kilik

Age: 21 at death

Disease: Due to being unwillingly experimented on, his body developed the ability to produce its own organic poison straight into his own bloodstream. It never stopped his production, and production sped up over time. Too high of a concentration, and it would be fatal.

Appearance: About 5′10″, with fluffy cinnamon-brown hair that is on the long side, almost brushing his shoulders, and chocolate brown eyes. He is somewhat lanky, not muscular but with his own brand of lithe strength. Overall boyish, with most of his muscle mass being centered in his arms without being bulky, because of his occupation as a blacksmith. Also a swordsman. Known for creating a bunch of really wacky, weirdly-designed “swords” and other weapons in an attempt to find his own unique sword style. He finally did, after making round “swords” in the shape of clocks. Usually wore a simple black or mustard-yellow t-shirt and dark jeans with brown or denim overalls.

Doctor:

Razdall

Nickname/Known as: Raz/ Misery’s Herbalist Razdall

Age: 24 at the start of Canon

Disease: Unnamed heart condition, makes him extremely susceptible to spikes in blood pressure and heart rate. Weak heart.

Appearance: About 6′0, with short but messy purple hair. Gray eyes the same shade as Maven’s, but instead of having narrow eyes like she does his just look perpetually bored. His body is pretty lanky, and since he isn’t a fighter he doesn’t have much muscle mass at all. he has a slight, perpetual slouch and usually wears a black or dark purple turtleneck with black, slightly baggy pants and a lab coat with the Hopeless Pirate jolly roger on the back. Never seen without a utility belt laden with different pouches, orbs, and syringes full of his battle-ready herbal concoctions.

Seamstress:

Yalla

Nickname/Known as: Yalla/ Pretty Ninja Yalla (at least I think that’s what I went with as her pirate name... I can’t remember/ find it >.<)

Age: 15 at the start of Canon

Disease: Assassin’s syndrome. Similar to Usurper’s, but instead of muscle it is a constant degradation of organs in the body.

Appearance: A cutsey girly-girl, she has bubblegum-pink hair and bright golden yellow eyes. Originally she wore her hair up in constant long pigtails, but she started to wear it down after Kilik’s death. It reaches her knees when left down. She usually wears a frilly pink, gold, and black kimono that is cropped around the knee with sunflower-yellow boy shorts underneath incase any incidents occur. The kimono has three-quarter sleeves instead of the traditional long sleeves. She pairs it with flip-flops or goes barefoot. Still growing, she is relatively short at about 5′4″. She ate the Ribbon-Ribbon fruit and grew up as an acrobat in a circus, so she is not only very nimble and usually fights aerially, but she can turn her body into ribbons.

Shipwright:

Gino

Nickname/Known as: Gino/ Black Thorn Gino

Age: mid-thirties by Canon

Disease: Akui Hanahaki. Like the Hanahaki in other stories, this disease grows flowers in and off of the victim’s lungs, causing them to hack up flowers and leaves from it as the disease progresses. Unlike the normal mythical disease, this one is caused by hatred from a loved one rather than unrequited love. The only cure is being forgiven, but the person whose hatred caused Gino’ s illness is dead so it is officially terminal for him. He coughs up black roses.

Appearance: A large tiger-shark fishman, he clocks in at about 7′7″ and has greyish-blue skin with subtle grey stripes down his back and the back of his bald head, and partially over his shoulders and the back of his upper arms. Usually wears a black or dark grey tank top and black cargo pants or cargo shorts. He fights with spiked iron knuckles, and (spoiler alert) gets them upgraded to Seastone spiked knuckles after the Magician arc. He is very bulky, unlike the majority of the crew. Classic body of a thug/body builder type, with bulging biceps, very well-muscled chest/torso, and several tattoos.

Dancer:

Synalla

Nickname/Known as: Synalla/ “Crew Grandma”/ Slice-Dancer Synalla

Age: Late twenties by Canon. About 28 or 29..?

Disease: Unnamed lung disease. Fashioned a bit after Cystic Fibrosis, but obviously made into a fantasy terminal illness.

Appearance: She is a Snakeneck, and from her feet to the top of her head she is about 11′4″, with her neck by itself taking up almost half of that. Her body, like with most Snakenecks, is naturally lithe and lanky. Her hair is jet black, and goes down the entirety of her over-four-foot neck in sharp zig-zags that for some reason never lose shape. She dresses like a tango dancer almost constantly, in long brightly colored Mexican-styled dresses that end at her ankle and matching flats. She fights with tessen, or bladed war fans. She dances with them, too. She is naturally maternal and tends to mother hen, earning herself the nickname “Granny” or “Grandma” within the crew.

Scout/ Navigator (new):

Cala

Nickname/Known as: Cala/ Lynx Cala

Age: about 26 by the start of Canon

Disease: Nature’s wrath syndrome, another disease similar to Usurper’s and Assassin’s syndrome. This version is constant degradation of the bones and severe calcium deficiency/the body burns through calcium at a really fast rate.

Appearance: Is it even a surprise by now? Cala is lanky, as apparently most of the rest of the crew omfg where is my originality at? But to the point of being almost bony. He has very short-cropped blue hair, buzzed but not shaved. He ate the cat-cat model: Lynx fruit, and can change into a lynx. He is incredibly frail because of his disease and tends to stay out of fights unless absolutely necessary (I have bones of glass, and paper skin...) But he makes an excellent scout and spy with his enhanced senses from his Zoan fruit. He, uh. honestly I haven’t put much thought into his wardobe. He’s a bony cat dude. Probably wears long blue basketball shorts and goes shirtless half the time honestly, idk.

Crew Hypnotist..? I honestly don't know this guy’s role, I think he’s just a combatant/ bums out on the Dream honestly.

Dyan

Nickname/Known as: Dyan/ King Dyan/ Deranged Prince Dyan (Pirate nickname)

Age: idk if I put a solid age for him, but he’d be about 40 by the start of Canon

Disease: Similar to Kilik, Dyan’s blood itself is mutating and becoming toxic to itself. There is no known cure.

Appearance: He ate the child-child fruit, so he looks to be about 10 years old instead of his true age. He has spiky dark green hair, and is about 4′3″. He has a child’s body, so no real visible muscle mass or anything. He did used to be the King of the Ceres kingdom though, so he is constantly dressed in high quality clothes and somehow always looks like a stereotypical child prince/ rich brat. His devil fruit hypnotizes people along with making him stay in a child’s body, but you can read more about his devil fruit in the story itself.

Magician

Azalea

Nickname/Known as: Azalea/ Scarlet Magician Azalea

Age: I don’t remember if I gave her an exact age, but we’ll say 23 by Canon

Disease: Cancer (sound familiar? (;) Cured by Trafalgar Law.

Appearance: about 5′9″, with bright, vibrant red hair in an asymmetrical pixie cut that she is just now beginning to grow out. Classic OP-girl body, but with muscular legs that most people seem to not notice. She is a magician, and as such is always wearing a maroon suit jacket, black slacks, and a bowtie. She has a flair for the dramatic. whatever she wears, she is always stylish. She does, in fact, have a magic wand that she uses occasionally. sporty-cute-girl. OH yeah, she has the feel-feel fruit and can sense everyone’s emotions and shit

I think that’s it for the Dying Dream crew. Whoo that took a while. There ya go!

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Our Story Chapter 3

Star couldn't take the sound of Mrs. Pidgin’s voice anymore.

“Princess Star we've been over this a thousand times!”

Star was the only one capable of making the usually so well composed woman fly off the handle like that. Her mother would be upset to hear of yet another lesson she hadn’t taken seriously but she couldn’t help it. It was just so boring. She could care less which spoon was the soup spoon and whether the salad fork was supposed to go on the left or right side.She was literally being driven insane.She needed to get away from Mrs.Pidgin’s endless droning as soon as possible.

“Princess Star Capella where do you think you're going?!” Mrs. Pidgin called after her as she ran.

Star ran all the way outside to the garden. It was a place where she could get a breath of fresh air when the princess stuff became too much for her. It was a place where she could escape. She could walk around admiring all the flowers and the scent of the always freshly cut grass and not have to think about anything. This was also the place where most of her daydreaming was done. Most of these daydreams involved her not being the princess anymore.

It wasn't that she didn't care about Carina. Carina was her home and she loved it and all the people who lived within it with all her heart. It was just that she couldn't help this constant feeling that she was stuck. She had a rigorous schedule of lessons, fittings, tea parties, and meetings. Occasionally something exciting like a ball or a knighting would occur but she was forced to spend those sitting around on her throne looking pretty or dancing with a bunch of obnoxious princes. She wanted adventure. She wanted it more than anything. Sometimes she snuck out of her room late at night to spar with Sebastian. He'd been secretly teaching her anything he learned in his knighthood lessons since they were 8 and she came begging him to teach her how to hold a sword. That was back when he’d only been allowed swords made of wood. She dreamt of running away to fight monsters and evil wizards like the Royal Guard did. But deep down she knew she couldn't do that to her people.

“Star, I figured I’d find you out here,” Mr. Ramsden said.

She really needed to find a new hideout. Mr. Ramsden looked at her expectantly until she rose off the bench with a sigh. He made a gesture to follow him but didn’t say anything. Star reluctantly followed knowing she was going to get a lecture on the way there.

“You know you really mustn't run off like that.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. You're not gonna tell my mom are you?”

“We can discuss this later. You're going to be late for your fitting.”

Star groaned and continued following him. After walking down the seemingly endless hallway they finally arrived at their destination. It was a little room with large mirrors covering every wall. The kingdom's best seamstress Joan was waiting with an armful of dresses.

“Surprise,surprise you’re late again. Step up here and stand still,” Joan said already a little exasperated by Star’s constant fidgeting.

Star stepped up on the podium in the middle of the room. She always felt a little weird being able to see herself from every angle like that. It forced her to really look at herself. At the moment her bright green hair, that her mother only let her dye to prevent her from doing something more permanent like getting a piercing or tattoo, was messily flopping all over her face. She was wearing baggy jeans that had a hole worn in the knee and a black tank top that was a couple sizes too big on her. Her mother often commented that she looked more like a street vagrant than a princess.

“My goodness you’ve always been such a restless little girl. They don’t get pay me enough for your shenanigans. Stop twisting around like that before I accidentally poke you,” Joan scolded in a mostly playful manner as she helping Star into the first dress she had to try on.

Star obeyed and gave a small apology. Joan finished zipping up the dress. Star looked at her reflection frowning. The dress was everything she hated about these types of events. It was a short sleeved golden bell shaped gown with half sleeves. The bottom was heavy and almost as wide as she the platform she was standing her making it hard to move around. The top was so tight she almost couldn’t breathe which the corsets her mother made her wear to events like this would surely magnify. Joan sighed seeing Star’s disatisfaction and helped her out of the dress. The next option was a pink, her least favorite color, gown with long sleeves that went all the way up to end of her wrists and was even wider, heavier, and tighter than the last. Star reached back unzipping it herself. Joan helped her into the next dress and after repeating this process a few more times Star was tired of trying on dresses. Luckily it looked like there weren’t anymore to try on.

“I have one more left. This one I think you’ll really like,” Joan said sounding hopeful with a hint of excitement.

Star doubted it but waited for Joan to show her anyways. Joan walked across the room pulling the garment out of her bag. It was made of shiny silver fabric but in more of a Medieval Era style instead of the Victorian-esque dresses Joan usually brought her. To her surprise Star actually liked the dress The shiny silver fabric made it almost look like armor and the way the dress was made granted her the freedom of movement she wanted. The belt around the torso also looked wide enough to carry a sword and that was always a plus.

“What do you think of it?”

“I don't hate it.”

Joan gave her a look.

“It's beautiful.”

“I told you you'd like it. Let's get it on you. It looks a little long so I'm probably going to have to hem it.”

Joan finished hemming the dress and admired her handiwork. Both Star and Joan were relieved that this wouldn't be yet another event that ended in Star's mother having to just step in and pick a dress for her. As of she were summoned merely by Star thinking of her she appeared in the doorway.

“You look very nice Star. Is that a smile I see? I haven’t seen you smile while wearing a dress in years. Perhaps there is hope for you after all.”

Star was relieved that she hadn't come to lecture her for leaving her manners lesson. Mr. Ramsden must've let this one go considering she was only a couple minutes late to her fitting. Hopefully Ms. Pidgin would keep her mouth shut for once as well.

“Thanks,” Star said deciding to take her mother's compliment that she looked nice and not start any fights today.

Star's mother was pleased that Star hadn't tried to start any arguments. She couldn’t get too lost in the nice moment though. Her schedule was even worse than Star’s.

“I came to let you know that tea with Lady Equebee is cancelled. I told her you had the flu. Take the afternoon off and go do something so infuriatingly Star, the kinds of things I normally don't approve of. I don’t want to know what it is and I don't want to hear about it later. I'm giving you a free pass to get some of those behaviors out of your system before the knighting ceremony in two days. Don't squander it,” Star's mother said finally remembering the reason she’d come to this room in the first place and started walking out into the next thing on her agenda.

“You really did that for me? Thanks mom.” Star pulled her mother into a hug.

Her mother awkwardly returned it as she had a disdain for public displays of affection. “It's more so you don't embarrass me or the rest of your Kingdom,” Her mother said trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal. Star knew better though and let her mother go with a small smile.

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Lake felt the car come to a stop. She was glad that the 17 hour ride from LA to Brentwood was over. They had left at one o’clock in the morning so Lake had spent most of the trip sleeping. She fell asleep within minutes of getting on the road and not waking up again about 1 in the afternoon. The other five hours of the trip were spent talking to her dad and writing whenever the conversation stopped long enough for her to focus. There was a dull ache in her legs that screamed at her for sitting for too long. She got out of the car really needing to stretch her legs. Her dad wasn’t too far behind her. He looked exhausted. Lake hadn’t thought it was a good idea for her dad to drive 17 hours straight but he insisted he’d be fine.

“What do you think?” , Her father asked interrupting her thoughts.

It took a Lake a moment to realize he was talking about the house. She finally looked up at it. It was a white older looking but still beautiful house. It looked a little big for just her and her dad but she tried to keep her thoughts positive for her dad’s sake.

“It looks nice,” She admitted.

The relator must’ve been running late because she had promised to meet them there at six to show them the house. After about ten minutes she arrived profusely apologizing for being late. They assured her it was alright and followed her inside. They started with the living room. It was a decent sized room with white walls and soft beige carpeting. The kitchen was fairly simple as well. Lake liked the fact that it had an island because her mother had always wanted one but mourned the loss of a dishwasher. They quickly passed by the dining room as they were led to the staircase. There was a door that Lake thought probably led to a closet. Stacy their realtor opened the door to reveal a set of stairs. The stairs led to the basement. It was dark down there and she could hear weird noises. They were probably just coming from the water heater or something but her nerves were already running high at the thought having her life uprooted so she decided to let her father take a look at it without her. After a few minutes he returned and Stacy took them upstairs. The first door they arrived at led to the laundry room just down the hall from that was the master bedroom. Lake caught her dad looking sadly at the double sinks in the master bathroom and asked if they could go look at her room. Down the hall was the bathroom and all the way at the end of the hall was her room. It was had the same white walls and beige carpet as the living room. The plainness of it made her miss her old room that her mother had helped her decorate. Her father seemed to catch on what she was thinking.

“I know it's a little boring looking now.But think of it as a blank canvas. This room can be anything you want.”

Lake just nodded in agreement still trying really hard to be okay with moving. Her father could see that she still wasn't one-hundred percent convinced.

“There's one more room we need to see before you decide,” he said walking down the hall and pulling a ladder from the ceiling.

Lake followed him up the ladder and into the attic. It had a fairly low ceiling but it wasn't uncomfortable for Lake to stand up in.It appeared to be the biggest room in the whole house.

“I had an idea for this room I wanted your opinion on. I was thinking this could be a really great space for you. We could put some bookshelves and make it like your own personal library. We could put a desk in here and make you a little writing nook too. I know your new room would be smaller so I want to make you a Lake space. Thoughts?”

“I-I love that idea. Thanks dad.”

Lake could see just how much thought her dad had put into this. He was ready for them to start a new life together. She realized then that she wasn't losing her home, merely the house she grew up in. She was going to miss the room her mother and her had decorated together, but it would always be in her memories just like her mother. Her father and her could make what he had called her ‘Lake Space’ together as well as new memories. As much as she didn’t like all this change she knew they’d be just fine.

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Star got out of that dress as quickly as possible grabbing her goggles and sliding her laser sword into its sheath. Sword holstered to her hip, she was ready for adventure. But first she needed to find Xander.

Traditionally princesses had ladies in waiting but Star never seemed to do things the traditional way. Star’s best friend since she was little had been Xander and she couldn’t think of anyone else she’d rather have by her side. They had jokingly dubbed him her ‘dude in waiting’, which like most things Star did her mother didn’t really approve of but somehow that title had stuck. After wandering around she finally spotted a head full of medium length dark blue hair covered by a slouchy black beanie.

“Xander!”

“Star! What’s up? I thought you had some lame tea party or something to go to?”

“Nah mom got me out of it. She gave me a free pass to go ‘do something so infuriatingly Star’. We’re going on an adventure.”

“Oh goodness. Do I even wanna know what you have in mind?”

“Grab your dagger and I’ll tell you on the way.”

“You just love getting into trouble don’t you?” Xander sighed.

“You can stay here if you want.”

“No way,somebody’s gotta make sure your stupid ass doesn’t get killed.”

Xander stuffed his dagger into his boot wondering what crazy thing Star wanted him to go along with this time.

“Can you please tell me where we're going now?” Xander asked after they'd been walking for what seemed like forever.

“We're going to Veil Forest. I've heard there's a unicorn who's already killed some ladies from Armadon.”

“Let me get this straight. You want to capture a murderous unicorn?”

“Yes? The Royal Guard will never be able to catch it because unicorns only respond to females.”

“Yeah females who are ‘pure’. What the hell is that even supposed to mean?”

“The unicorns define a maiden as being pure of heart if she has never purposefully caused physical or emotional harm to another human being.”

Xander was relieved that Star had done her research. Maybe they weren't going to die after all. The two arrived in Vail Forest and Star signaled for Xander to be quiet. They crept around searching. Star saw a flash of black running behind some trees and whispered for Xander to stay where he was and listen for her call if something went wrong. Xander hoped that nothing would go wrong but with Star that always seemed to be the inevitable outcome.

Star walked through the trees approaching the center of the forest. She could hear bushes not too far off rustling. She stood still so she wouldn't spook it when it reached her. It was black with a somehow even darker horn and yellow eyes. Star couldn't help but think that it even looked evil. She didn't allow herself to he afraid though. She held her hand it and it came right up to her. She pet its head and it leaned into the touch just like the horses she used to pet in the royal stable when she was younger. It was funny to her that when you really thought about it a unicorn was just a fancy horse. She was able to put a bridle on it. Her plan was to lead it away into Grim Forest. The weapons had only been brought as a last resort.

Grim Forest surrounded the Shadow Lands. It was less like a forest and more like a field of wildly overgrown grass with a few dead trees and more thorn bushes than Star could count. It separated the Shadow Lands from Carina and the rest of Far Far Away. Grim Forest was like a dumping ground for magical creatures. Star felt kind of bad about sending the creature to such a harsh place but magic had no place in Armadon, Carina or any of the other kingdoms and cities on the planet for that matter. She had to think of what was best for the citizens it was her duty to protect.

She began leading the unicorn away with an apple she’d snuck from the kitchen on her way out of the castle. Xander was shocked that nothing had gone wrong yet. He thought that Star might’ve actually pulled off one of her harebrained ideas for once. There was screaming and loud thud accompanied by the rustling from behind the bushes right next to them and a stream of curses. The sudden noises spooked the unicorn and it began to charge at Star. She drew her sword and lopped off the tip of its horn. Now she had really gone and made it mad. She apparently hadn't researched the foul beast well enough because she did not know they had the ability to heal themselves at an alarmingly fast rate. It grew back the sharpest point of its horn in mere seconds and began to charge at her again with even more force than the the first time. It even kept going as Xander’s dagger landed deep in its flesh after he threw it hoping to at the very least slow the thing down. She raised her sword again hoping for the best. Her mother would absolutely kill her if she died out here. Before the unicorn reached her a silver haired girl who looked to be about her age jumped out of the bushes and blasted it with a white hot laser beam slicing it in half. Gold sparkly liquid began pouring from its corpse.Star was only momentarily fascinated by this sight though. Her attention was quickly turned to the mystery girl with the silver hair.

“You didn’t have to do that! I know how to defend myself!”

“Yeah that totally looked like you had it under control princess,” The girl with the silver hair said her voice dripping with sarcasm and spitting out the word princess as if it left a sour taste in her mouth.

“She has a point Star. I thought we were gonna die,” Xander chimed in.

“You always think we’re gonna die. But I suppose I did cut it pretty close this time. Thank you...uh...”

“Absinth.”

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The car stopped again and they were back in LA. It was early. Lake glanced at the clock it was only 5 am. Lake quickly sent Taryn her newest piece of the story and ran inside. She expected to feel more comfortable now, like she was home. But it didn’t feel like that at all. It felt like she was intruding even though they hadn’t even put the house up for sale yet. It was weird how suddenly it didn’t feel like home anymore.

Her dad followed her inside looking even worse than before.

“You should really get some rest now.”

“I will. It's just that I was gonna call Mr. Lamden and accept the promotion. He only gave me until the end of today and if I call bright and early I can show how much I want it. Otherwise he'll just give it to someone else probably that bastard Derek. Then I need to make breakfast and I know Mr. Lamden will want me in Washington right away so we should probably do some packing. Just some small stuff we don’t use everyday. If we don’t start now-”

“Woah. dad I think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself there. How about I make breakfast while you call the office. Then you can take a nap and I’ll help you start packing later. Okay?”

“Alright. Sometimes I feel like you take care of me more than I take care of you.”

Lake gave a small chuckle in response and disappeared into the kitchen. Her dad may not have been able to cook but Lake was a decent chef. Her mother taught her everything she knew. She decided to make her father's favorite, french toast.

Six pieces of french toast and a kitchen that looked like a tornado had gone through it later her father walked into the kitchen. The look on his face reminded Lake why she usually wasn't allowed to cook. She was a very messy chef. She gave him a look that said sorry and promised to clean up later. Not wanting to be under his scrutinizing gaze any longer she took their plates of french toast to the table. After breakfast she made sure her father went to go lay down and then took the plates and cleaned up her mess before heading to her own room.

She wondered if Taryn had read her addition to the story. Normally they talked about big plot points like their characters meeting for the first time but Taryn had set it up so well and she wanted to surprise her. They loved surprising each other as much as they loved surprising their readers. She was nervous about what Taryn would think of it. She was still worried she hadn’t written Absinth well. She didn’t want Taryn be upset that she messed up her character. She felt like she shouldn’t have taken the chance but her writing was the only place in her life Lake took chances. It was the only place she felt like she could. She just really hoped Taryn would like it. She knew just looking if Taryn had read it yet would ease her worrying but she was also tried from their trip. She was too exhausted to do anything really so she just flopped on her bed and let sleep take over. For once she had decided to leave the worrying for later.

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