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light-kun · 7 years

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hi, just found yr blog. what do you think are the biggest differences b/w light in the anime/manga and light in the live action drama? (and are you looking forward to the netflix movie? lol)

hey ❤︎ sorry for getting to this late but i’m so glad i rewatched the drama recently so i can remember the major differences i had in mind while observing drama Light’s actions, though it’s impossible for me to tackle them all at once right now because there are too many. i’ll make a cut from here.

drama Light wasn’t so supposed to be the perfect adaptation of manga Light in the first place, and the major difference you can find is that manga Light is the perfect son that soichiro’s always been proud of; ever since early childhood, he wanted to be a police officer / detective just like his father and his strong sense of justice has never once left him. he brought honor to his family and was always simply perfect, with perfect school records, perfect academic and athletic performance (not to mention perfect outward appearance) his parents couldn’t have possibly wished for a better son. this and the fact that Light has never suffered from any childhood trauma (presumably) and had a perfect life despite being tedious and monotone for someone of his intelligence, at least before he picked up the death note. whereas drama Light wasn’t exactly the perfect son that soichiro was very proud to have, and this has a lot to do with the fact that Light’s mother, sachiko, had passed away when Light was still a child. this is a VERY important plot twist that ought to change Light’s character altogether and inevitably made him grow up to be someone a little bit different than he was in the manga. shaken by his mother’s sudden death—which is a tragic childhood experience manga Light was lucky enough to have never gone through—drama Light grew up feeling enraged with his father’s field of work, because in some way it had been the reason that stole his mother from him (even if Light was smart enough to know that it was just bad fate, he blamed his father for not being there for his mother when she was dying) and his respect and admiration for the japanese police have considerably decreased ever since. drama Light had the chance to notice the police’s shortcomings way before manga Light did, and thus found out that there was something very wrong going on with the world from such an early age. the police isn’t doing its job properly, and isn’t promising the perfect justice everyone awaits. this is accentuated by the fact that drama Light was exposed to its failure in person. if anything, it was somewhat the reason that ruined Light’s home, making his father rarely ever show up and leaving him and his sister alone. my point is that drama Light had more reasons to be angry with the world than manga Light did.

another major difference is that manga Light is more intelligent and a better strategical planner than drama Light, which means that his motives were stemmed from his boredom and not only his twisted sense of justice and uncontrollable ego. drama Light, however, wasn’t shown to be bored of his life or faking enjoying other people’s company; he’d seemed to lead a perfectly normal, happy life while maintaining friendships in college, going to concerts and social events and interacting with others as well as doing good in his part-time job. drama Light is normal, therefore less intelligent. this is not to imply that manga Light displayed any abnormal behavior pre-kira, but he’d certainly made it obvious that he was faking his way through life until the very moment he’d decided to be god (and even after that, he kept doing so, but this time with purpose behind it). i believe that the drama makers wanted Light to be more realistic and relatable to the audiences that are undoubtedly not on manga Light’s intelligence level. of course, drama Light is still gifted with extraordinary intelligence as well, as he was able to carry all the plans that were set by original Light in canon. examples of instances that show he might not be as good as original Light are the entire scene prior to L’s death, in the way that Light did not predict whatsoever that L could’ve faked the death note. had mikami not been the one to kill him, L would’ve been able to arrest light yagami as Kira. another instance is also not predicting that there was a chance the agent raye penber ‘mark dwellton’ might’ve simply not written his own name down or any name down for that matter, and if it weren’t for misa’s interference, Light would’ve ended up dead. not to mention that drama Light is less of a good actor; he’s a great actor, true, but not as good as canon Light. drama Light showed obvious panic when L informed him about misa’s arrest, and although it is normal for him to show worry about her as his girlfriend, he should be able to know that L would know better, and would take note of his every action. he couldn’t keep his cool around the people that have bust him out; mark dwellton, L, and eventually his father, every confrontation of these led to Light’s confession of being Kira, and these characters being able to discover his identity in the first place only proves that Light’s plans had been flawed. in the manga, there was never someone who ended up exposing Light as Kira, except for raye penber whom Light had planned would be dead by the second he found out, the same goes for naomi misora, and misa was on his side from the very beginning and had the unfair advantage of the shinigami eyes. drama Light’s own shortcomings could’ve killed him on more than one occasion, and his intelligence is to be admired for coming out of it successful every time and managing to find a way out, but manga Light was a true mastermind for never allowing it to happen in the first place. of course, it is VERY important to note that the character light yagami in general is ABNORMALLY lucky, so lucky in fact, that anything could’ve gone wrong at any given time and yet he’d always end up a winner. it could only go on for so long before he was exposed, though.

this is a trivial distinction but drama Light is also less good-looking than manga Light, who’d seemed to actually take his looks to his advantage and use them to further his necessary purposes. this should also start me talking about the fact that drama Light might’ve not been okay with using something as shallow to manipulate people in the first place, which makes him just a little less corrupt than original Light. he’d never seemed to directly manipulate misa into getting him what he wants; she’d always seemed to jump into the opportunity completely voluntarily. he never kissed her or showed her affection to lull her in (the only time he did, he was trying to save both their lives, so that was an exception) not to mention that DRAMA LIGHT CARED ABOUT MISA MORE THAN MANGA LIGHT EVER DID. the stunt he pulled by giving her that unexpected letter and telling her that she was going to be attacked—that had been extremely dangerous, especially since L was monitoring his moves at the time (i think) and anything so conspicuous might’ve led to suspicion. manga Light didn’t even want to be seen with misa in public. drama Light literally created a public scene just to be able to save her life; he cares just the slightest bit about her. not to mention that he was/is a fan of hers, even if going to her concerts was merely peer pressure—a reasonable assumption. still, drama Light cared about misa to an extent, and showed he really wanted her out of those restraints and wanted L to release her when she was put in confinement (mostly so that she wouldn’t be able to expose him, true, but you’d have to be blind not to see that he was genuinely concerned about her).

drama Light had a softer side for both misa and L. he’d mentioned he wanted to be L’s best friend forever, which was extremely unnecessary and cheesy and gay, but the point is drama Light STOPPED for a second and let himself think of what he and L could’ve been had they not met under these circumstances. manga Light was too busy trying to kill L to let himself dwell on such thoughts, because L was the ultimate enemy. drama Light put his emotions in front of reason at particular times, and this was one of them (along with what i just discussed about trying to save misa). drama Light was more empathetic, and never considered ordinary people to be lesser than him; he had a better hold of his ego, because he didn’t have reasons to think he was above people in the first place, at least not before the death note. meanwhile, manga Light ALWAYS had this in mind, before and after the death note. drama Light realised he wanted to be god halfway through the series, after being fully exposed to Kira’s powers—he’d never let himself think about this before. manga Light realised he wanted to be god literally from the very first chapter of death note. this is due to the fact that, as i said, drama Light is less perfect, less intelligent, less good-looking, more normal, more realistic. he’s not a perfect sculpture that didn’t even seem to be real, the way manga Light was. he was greatly affected by his circumstances and a bit older when he found the death note, and didn’t immediately start thinking the world would be better if he used it—it took him some time to rationalise it, this is because his sense of justice has been dormant ever since his mother died, a very noticeable difference. manga Light didn’t take his time because his sense of justice and WAITING to do something for the world have been boiling inside of him for quite some time, and the death note only made it erupt at last. pay attention to the fact that this is not saying that any one of them is 2D because they’re both VERY complex (manga Light even more so) but overall, there is a considerable difference in personalities and past that made them not share the same exact character. it would be better to view each one separately, because drama Light has certainly made mistakes that manga Light would never allow himself to make, and you can’t even blame him for this because he grew up differently, and was designed to be different from the very beginning.

#i wrote a LOT #i hope this satisfies all drama light fanatics out there #i made sure the pros and cons are handled fairly #also i'm sure there are so many points i was thinking of and didn't end up writing cuz there are just so many details i can't possibly writ #but i was WAITING for someone to ask me about this so i can properly talk about it once and for all #thank you so much nonnie!#ask me about light yagami #light yagami #death note drama #death note #Anonymous

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 3 years

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"Hand me that loofah."

Keeping his face carefully averted, Pyro picked up the sponge, and tossed in Fabian’s general direction.

An angry “Watch it, you idiot!” indicated that the loofah had struck it’s intended target. Then there was a low chuckle.

“I get it. You’re a married man, after all. You can’t bear to look upon me, lest you completely lose your self-control. Don’t feel bad, you’re hardly the first.”

Pyro was, in fact, struggling not to lose his self-control, but was fighting the urge to vomit.

“You should have invited me to the wedding,” Fabian continued, accompanied by splashing sounds as he apparently flopped around in the tub. “Are we not friends?”

That sentence was technically true the way Fabian had phrased it.

“Yes,” Pyro responded simply.

“But I can understand that, too,” Fabian continued. “You didn’t want to be upstaged at your own nuptials, and my presence certainly would have captured all the attention.”

“Dominic and I thought you might be a bit too busy,” Pyro said, although the truth was less “thought” and more “hoped.” “We didn’t want to intrude on your valuable time.” He was absolutely going to relay this whole horrible conversation to Avalanche tonight over drinks, with a very exaggerated impression of Cortez.

“Well, I always make time for the little people!” Fabian exclaimed magnanimously. “Hand me that towel.” Water sloshed and Pyro was hit with a fine spray as Cortez stood up in the tub. At least it sounded like he was standing up, Pyro wasn’t going to look. He grabbed the nearest towel and thrust it blindly at the demanding voice.

A hand grabbed his wrist and yanked Pyro around, so that he was face to face with a dripping, naked Fabian Cortez, with soap suds sloughing off his glistening body. It was actually a very nice body, that was the worst part, with with a “package” that partially explained the man’s unearned confidence. But the smarmy, arrogant smile completely ruined the picture.

“Looking’s free, you know,” Fabian grinned.

Directing credit, Pyro thought fiercely to himself. Executive producer.

“Why don’t I give you some privacy to get dressed?” He said aloud, plastering a fake smile on his face. This would all be worth it when show’s profits started coming in, and then Pyro would get himself and Dominic matching His and His jet-skis.

He still wasn’t entirely sure how he wound up in this position. It had started with Shinobi pitching a reality show to the Council, which had somehow, inexiplicably, gotten a majority approval vote, possibly because Krakoa hadn’t been attacked in the last few weeks and the Council was bored. It was Survivor meets the Bachelor, in which groups of male and female mutants competed to win the hand of the handsome, debonair, and, most importantly, ridiculously wealthy Shinobi Shaw, through date nights and dinners and pointless jungle challenges of strength and skill.

Pyro had just made a few innocent comments, that was all. Just a couple of suggestions to Emma, who had wound up saddled with the bulk of the responsibility, about story arcs and pairings and how to arrange scenes for maximum drama and pathos. He understood that stuff, after all, as a romance novelist it was his bread and butter. (And he was a bit of a soap opera fanatic, but he wasn’t going to admit that freely.) Emma had listened with an eager, almost hungry glint in her eyes, and there had been a short conversation that had somehow ended with Pyro agreeing to serve as a writer, director and general creative supervisor, in exchange for a percentage of the profits and fairly massive salary. (Massive to Pyro, anyway, probably a drop in the bucket to Emma “Swimming in the money bin” Frost.)

And it actually had been kind of fun. “Reality” TV presented a unique challenge, in that he wasn’t allowed to directly tell the “performers” what to say, but he could do absolutely anything else to construct his creative vision. He could ask leading questions in the talking head interviews, edit scenes by splicing completely unrelated shots together, and put volatile contestants in a room with plenty of alcohol, then poke at them until they exploded.

Unfortunately, his duties had somehow gradually expanded to include talent-wrangling both on and off-set, which left him stuck making nice with Fabian Cortez, the most “colorful” (obnoxious) and, unfortunately, most popular, of all the contestants. Iceman would probably win the show as the nice, relatable, boy-next-door type, but Fabian was what kept viewers tuning in.

“Oh, that’s quite all right,” Fabian purred. He contorted his body as he toweled himself off, appearing to pose for nonexistant cameras. “I’m a generous man, I can spare you a bit of eye candy, even if our relationship must remain professional.”

“Yes, that would be best. Listen, we need you to do another challenge with Sienna Blaze.”

Fabian’s “generosity” quickly withered away.

“I will NOT get in front of a camera with that maniac! Such an uptight, ill-mannered, man-hating – well, I’m too much of a gentleman to use the word that she so richly deserves! She nearly killed me last time! Over a simple compliment!”

Yes, Pyro remembered it well. Fabian’s near barbeque had garnered record-high ratings. And hopefully tossing them into a mud-pit together in bathing suits would produce similarly explosive results.

“Oh yes, I know, Fabian,” Pyro cooed, hating himself a little. “She’s very difficult, and you’ve been such a professional about it.” He pulled up comforting mental images as he spoke. Jet-skis. Wagyu steak. Insanely expensive whiskey. Him and Dominic having a long honeymoon in Bali, Sydney, Seoul and Tokyo. All those zeros at the end of the check that Emma had given him.

“Well, a professional shouldn’t have to put up with this kind of shabby treatment!” Fabian said haughtily. He was finally wrapping the towel around his waist, to Pyro’s great relief. “I asked for Norwegian strawberries in my dressing room, and that idiot assistant brought me French!”

“I’ll look into it,” Pyro assured him, fully intending to send Fabian the exact same strawberries (which were, in fact, grown on Krakoa) with his apologies and a fake Norweigian label.

He had a vague notion in the back of his head that Emma should be handling this, Emma was supposed to be in charge! And yet she’d gradually eased the responsibility into Pyro’s arms, only sashaying onto set once every few weeks for a “status report,” and spending the rest of the time off performing mysterious and supposedly very important duties for the Hellfire Trading Company and the Council. She never picked up her phone or responded to voice mails.

It was okay, though. Pyro could handle this. He was a damn writer, and he was good at it, and he would poke and prod his stars through the storyline he had planned, because he was absolutely brilliant. Even Emma had said so.

“Anyway, don’t worry about Blaze,” Pyro insisted, his voice dripping with sticky-sweet honey. “We’ve given her a talking to about her behavior.” He had done no such thing. “I’m sure she’ll be much nicer to work with. In fact, we think the audience will really enjoy you putting her in her place. Really demonstrate your masculine superiority.” Was that too much? They couldn’t have Fabian dying on camera, after all, even though it would be hilarious.

“Well, I should hope so!” Fabian said, rubbing lotion carefully across his pecs. “I’m obviously carrying this entire show, and I will be treated with the respect I deserve.”

“You know,” Pyro added slyly, “I think she’s actually got a bit of a crush on you. You know how some women are.” No, this was definitely too much. Oh well, they could edit around Fabian’s inevitable death and resurrection, and in the mean time they’d get some amazing footage.

“Oh, of course,” Fabian said, with a leering understanding creeping across his face. “I suspected from the very beginning. She couldn’t handle my raw sensuality.”

“Who can, really?” Pyro hated this, he really hated every second of having to pull on the polite mask of social niceties and insincere compliments. It always seemed almost obscene. May as well just flip the other fellow over and start tongueing his arsehole, right? Except that was actually fun in the right circumstances.

But he’d done it before, as a journalist dealing with self-important sources, as a novelist schmoozing with publishers and book sellers. He could do it now, for the astronomical salary that Emma was paying him, and for the Prime Time Emmy Award for Outstanding Competition Program that was hovering in his sights. Emma had assured him that it was a strong possibility. Just imagine rubbing that in the faces of all the critics who had called him a talentless hack! They’d say…well, they’d probably say that an Emmy for trashy reality TV was the highest possible honor for a hack like him, but Pyro wouldn’t give a fuck, because he’d have an Emmy and they wouldn’t.

“C’mon, then, we’ll give you a quick touch-up with bronzer. We’re shooting the scene in fifteen minutes.” Pyro began to guide Fabian, still clad in only a towel, towards the bathroom door.

“We’ll shoot the scene when I’m ready, and not a second before!” Fabian insisted. It would probably be another hour of Fabian demanding and sending back expensive snacks before they could even get him to the set. Luckily, they were actually scheduled to shoot the scene in two hours.

“Yes, of course, whatever you want,” Pyro wheedled, imagining the satisfying explosion of flesh and blood that would very likely occur when Fabian and Sienna Blaze came into contact. And Fabian was going to do it, that much was clear now. “I know you’ll do a fantastic job. You’re brilliant you know, absolutely brilliant……”

For a moment, Pyro trailed off as a crack opened in his mental wall, and memories slipped out into the light. Emma pouring more wine into his glass during their monthly meetings, assuring him again and again that he was absolutely brilliant, a true artist, that the show would thrive in his capable hands.

“No, that’s completely different,” Pyro muttered to himself, shaking his head.

“What was that?” Fabian twisted around, the towel slipping dangerously low on his hips.

“Oh, nothing,” Pyro exclaimed brightly, slamming the mental wall shut again. “Now, let’s get you into make-up, ya big handsome star!”

#fabian cortez #pyro #st john allerdyce

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the-bromance-rec-blog · 4 years

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Not that I know much about K-Drama, but 2019 sure has been a fun one for a bromance lover like me.

This one gives a slightly similar vibe to Strangers From Hell, albeit it’s a comedy. The ‘bromance’ is hilariously portrayed too.

Presenting you a very recent show with a pretty unique premise and a highly refreshing plot. An outstanding blend of fun and thrill!

Psychopath Diary (K-Drama)

Genre: Comedy, Detective, Thriller, Drama

Synopsis (taken & modified from MyDramaList):

Yook Dong Sik is a 34-year-old office worker who is so weak and timid that he is used by everybody around him. After a corporate incident, he becomes the scapegoat of his company. Facing the prospect of losing the job and his family turning their back on him, he decides to commit suicide. While doing so, he unexpectedly stumbles across a murder scene, but gets into an accident while running from the murderer. He wakes up with amnesia with the psychopath’s diary in his possession. With no other clues to his true nature than the diary and his fragmented memory lining up with the diary entry, he begins to believe that he is in fact a psychopath serial killer.

Follow Yook Dong Sik on a hilarious, full-of-mishap journey to get back his memory while helping the police to track down the actual killer!

Length: Completed - 16 episodes, 70 minutes each

Personal review:

+ The bromance.

A great thing about this show: You get two bromances in 1 package.

The CEO and Male Lead

A wise one once said, “A picture speaks a thousand words”. So, yeah, you get the idea (￣▽￣).

Also another precious scene:

Don’t you hear the wedding bell already ringing in the background?

The Gangster Sidekick and Male Lead

This one is super adorable. The sidekick is also a major element of humour in the show. He supports the Male Lead wholeheartedly and is always there for him. Truly the kind of friend that we all secretly wish for.

Bonus (subject to personal preference): Female Lead and Male Lead

Well, this isn’t bromance per se. Also, you could tell that this pairing is meant to be non-platonic (very subtle though). Not that I mind them developing a romantic relationship post-finale, but as far as the show progresses, I’d like to think of them as my BrOTP. Both of them are so cuteeeeee, and they work amazingly well together. Also, the fact that a full-blown romance between these two isn’t awkwardly shoehorned into the ending is great, because don’t we all have enough of under-developed, forceful relationship that pops out of nowhere? ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯

+ The plot. As said above: Very unique, very refreshing. Our Male Lead witnesses a murder, happens to pick up the murderer’s diary, gets hit by a car and thus loses his memory, ends up thinking up that the diary was his, resulting in him getting convinced that he IS the murderer. Like, what again?

The first 4-5 episodes are real fun, with lots of ridiculous situations taking place and the CEO trying desperately to win over Male Lead’s heart. Toward the second half, the tone shifts slightly as the show starts diving deeper into the actual drama/murder mystery. That being said, it maintains a light-hearted, comedic feel throughout. Even the final showdown between Male Lead & the Villain is hilarious AF.

+ The acting. I think I’ve been abusing the word “cute”, but honestly most characters in this show are so cute, including the murderer (I know that sounds kinda wrong, but don’t forget that this is a comedy, so they make fun of everything). Also the Male Lead is impossibly likable. And full of nonsense.

Look at him eating A BLOCK OF TOFU. You can’t get cuter than this.

In general, once again, (I seem to say this for all the Korean shows I review) you can’t spot a single actor/actress that is doing a bad job. Granted, this is a comedy - but no character is annoyingly over-the-top, obviously trying-too-hard or downright cringy. I’m so thankful.

- Sure, the show isn’t perfect. Say, I’m not particularly impressed by Female Lead’s “deduction” ability - it’s too far-fetched to be believable. Certain elements are illogical considering the plot revolves around crime and solving crime. But then again, it’s a K-Drama, and a comedy at that. I think if you watch enough K-Drama (that isn’t a full blown thriller/investigation/mystery) you will soon learn that they sometimes brush off logic to move the plot forward.

Honestly, I’d like to believe that everyone (including the creators/actors of the show) has lots of fun with this. I read somewhere that “this show has one brain cell” - and I agree completely. Just sit back, grab a drink, laugh out loud a have a hella good time. After all, an evil serial murderer writes diary and a soft-and-pure dimwit deludes that he is a murderer - how serious do you think it will get? (｡-ᴗ-)✧

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With this, I’d also like to officially declare The Guest, Strangers From Hell and Psychopath Diary as my Holy Trinity of Korean ‘Bromantic’ Thriller Series (as if there exists such a genre, but oh well). Thank you for being such amazing dramas, for crossing my path, and for satisfying this thriller fanatic’s never-ending thirst for some good ol’ bromance.

Thank you for a great 2019. Here’s to the hope that more series of similar nature continue to be produced. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

#psychopath diary #bromance recommendation blog #bromance drama #seo in woo #yook dong shik #yoon shi yoon #park sung hoon

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mveloc · 7 years

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Cophine/Sense8 Crossover

Author’s Note: Don’t really have a title/real plan or sense of direction with this. Just a fun little blurb inspired by @trylonandperisphere‘s post. I mean, Cosima and Amanita being sisters would be totally fucking amazing.

“Do you have everything?” Delphine calls out, waiting near the stairs leading up to the comic shop with her luggage in tow. “We can’t be late, Cosima!”

They’ve been planning this trip for far too long and it’s long overdue; with Neolution out of the way and the taste of freedom sweet on their tongues, their first order of business as free women is to take a much needed vacation—to spend some time alone together and learn how to be a couple without all of the bullshit drama or trust issues attached. Now they are finally free to take their leave and start their own journey—not as a doctor and patient or subject and monitor, but as nothing more than simple lovers.

“I know, I know! Just gimme a sec,” Cosima mutters beneath her breath, shuffling around the dingy basement in search of her passport.

She had planned to set it aside last night so that she’d have everything ready to go first thing in the morning, but she somehow found herself distracted by the blonde as Delphine packed her clothes away into her suitcase while humming a gentle tune. There was something so raw and domestic about the moment and before Cosima knew what was happening, she was pouncing on her former monitor, all thoughts of trip preparation discarded along with their garments.

“There you are!” she triumphantly exclaims, finding the document amongst a stack of books on her desk.

“The driver will be here soon!”

“In a minute!” she hollers back.

She does one final sweep of the basement, ensuring that nothing is forgotten. Satisfied, she grabs her luggage and joins her girlfriend and they slowly make their ascent up the stairs. It seems almost surreal that they’re finally heading out on their trip after all this time—no more distractions. Delphine had wanted to disappear together the very second the dust had settled, but there was still too much holding Cosima back for her to simply take off with her girlfriend; she wanted to wait for the babies to be born, for everyone to be safe and accounted for. Once the mess was cleaned up and everyone seemed to be transitioning back into their normal lives, they decided it was time to move on, as well… starting with a week in San Francisco to visit her family, followed by a week in Paris to see Delphine’s home and then another in Venice, Santorini, Barcelona, and wherever else their restless hearts decided to take them after that.

They help each other load their luggage into the back of the uber, though they’re interrupted by the loud ringing of Cosima’s cell phone. She fishes the device out of her purse and the second she sees the caller ID, her brow furrows in confusion.

“It’s… my sister?” she asks in disbelief.

Delphine cocks her head.

“Which one? Sarah?”

Cosima shakes her head.

They both slide into the car and she presses the talk button, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Uh, hey. What’s up?” she asks. “I was just about to hop on a plane to see mom.”

“I know. She just told me.”

It’s been many months since she’s spoken to Amanita; things in her life had become so twisted and dangerous first with Helena hunting them, followed by DYAD and Castor and Neolution, that she didn’t want to risk getting her family involved in any of it. She had limited her contact with her mother and sister—hadn’t even bothered to tell them about her illness—but now that all of the threats are gone, she feels a major wave of relief wash over her to be able to reach out to her family again.

“I get in later tonight,” she informs her sister. “Why don’t we grab brunch tomorrow? You can meet my girlfriend.”

She shifts her gaze to the blonde at her side, wriggling her eyebrows and offering Delphine a smile. Delphine is unable to mask her surprise; Cosima had mentioned that she had a sister and it was even in her files, though any more details were vague and they didn’t exactly have a lot of time to discuss their upbringing while they were fighting for their lives against genetic fanatics. She has no idea what to expect from Cosima’s adoptive sister, but she can only hope the woman is a little more welcoming than Sarah and the others were at first.

“I’m… not in San Fran right now,” Amanita hesitantly replies.

“Oh. Well, where the hell are you?”

“London.”

“Like, England?” Cosima exclaims.

She can’t imagine her free-spirited sister in dark, dreary London.

“Yeah,” Amanita chuckles. “It’s… sort of a long story.”

Cosima laughs.

“Yeah, I get that,” she agrees. “I’ve got a pretty long story of my own. We can talk about it when you get home?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back in a couple of days,” Amanita agrees. “Mom said you had your own conspiracy bullshit, but you wouldn’t tell her anything. Go figure—both her kids turn out to get wrapped up in major shit storms simultaneously.”

Cosima frowns.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Right now? I guess. I mean, everyone’s alive… for now.”

It isn’t like Amanita to hold back and she knows that they’ve been distant for a while, but she can also tell that something is eating at her little sister.

“Anything I can help with?”

Amanita releases a long sigh.

“Actually, yeah.”

Delphine, sensing the conversation taking a turn from light to something far more serious, shoots Cosima a look of confusion. Cosima merely shrugs in response, as lost in all of this as her girlfriend.

“What do you know about homo sensorium?”

Cosima pauses.

“What?”

“Have you ever come across the term before?” Amanita follows up. “I need someone I can trust who knows their shit when it comes to evolution. Naturally, you’re my first pick.” Cosima quickly racks through her brain for any knowledge of the word. It sounds familiar, she’s sure she’s read something about it in passing, but she’s read a lot of material throughout the course of her studies and she can’t recall anything more substantial on the topic.

“Since when do you care about my work?” she counters.

Her sister has never expressed any sort of interest in her field before and she’s having a hard time understanding where the sudden fascination is coming from.

“Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t super important.”

“Okay, okay. I don’t really know anything about homo sensorium—”

Delphine’s eyes immediately light up the second the word is mentioned and Cosima can tell by her expression that, like so many times before, Delphine knows something she doesn’t.

“—but I know someone who does.”

She can almost hear Amanita leap in excitement.

“Really? That’s the best fucking news I’ve heard all week!”

Cosima frowns again.

“Amanita, what’s going on? Just spit it out.”

Her sister pauses, trying to compose herself.

“You remember Nomi, right?”

Cosima blinks.

“Your girlfriend? Yeah. Of course.”

She had met her sister’s partner once before when the two had first started dating. They had all gone to dinner together and from what she remembered, it was a pleasant evening; Nomi was sweet—a little shy and still uncertain in many ways—but she complimented Amanita well and even leaned more toward the intellectual side, much to Cosima’s delight. They had carried on a conversation about gender and genetics for nearly an hour before Amanita had to rip them away from the subject.

“Nomi’s sort of… special.”

“Special how?” Cosima challenges.

She locks eyes with Delphine, sees both fear and shock shimmering behind her hazel pools, and knows that there’s something much deeper to all of this.

“Is she… homo sensorium special?” Cosima tries, gauging the reactions of both Amanita and Delphine.

Her suspicions are confirmed when Delphine is visibly affected by the revelation.

“Your friend,” Amanita begins. “They… they don’t work for a company called BPO, do they?”

“No. Definitely not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, my “friend” is actually my girlfriend, and she used to spy on me for a company called DYAD, so… yeah. I’m pretty sure she’s not also working for BPO,” Cosima answers. “As brilliant as she is, I don’t think she’d be able to juggle so many jobs for so many dubious corporations.”

Once again, she can tell by the expression on Delphine’s face that BPO is not an unfamiliar term to her either. She's naturally inclined to feel angry at her lover for being kept in the dark, but then she remembers that this has nothing to do with clone drama, that her ignorance and Delphine’s knowledge aren’t deliberate, and so can she really be upset at the blonde for the wealth of knowledge she obtained while dabbling in fringe sciences?

“Shit,” Amanita mutters. “Are… are you being hunted too? Are you a sensate?”

“Sensate?” she asks, the term catching her off guard. “Uh… no? And I’m not being hunted anymore. I took care of all that.”

She can hear Amanita’s anger bubbling on the other side of the phone.

“Why can’t these creepy-ass evil organizations leave the people I love alone? Like, what’s the deal?”

“Look, let me know when you’re back in San Fran. I’ll be home for the week with Delphine before we take off to Paris. We can talk more in-person,” Cosima suggests. “And I’ll have more info on this homo sensorium you’re dying to know about.”

“Okay. Sounds good.”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

She’s about to hang up her phone when she hears her sister call out her name one last time, drawing her back into the conversation.

“Yeah?” Cosima asks.

There’s a brief pause.

“It’s good to talk to you again. I really missed you.”

Cosima smiles.

“I missed you, too.”

As soon as she hangs up her phone, tension lingers in the air in the back seat of the uber. Delphine chews nervously on her bottom lip, watching Cosima slip her cell phone back into her purse.

“Well, I told you you might get to meet my sister,” she says.

Delphine sighs heavily.

“Why do I get the feeling that our vacation isn’t going to be a vacation?”

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