I'm participating in #springintoastory to build a healthy, consistent writing habit!
The first prompt is Spring Break, and Lisa and Monica are from my sapphic aro ace romance - Returning to You. 💜
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"I think you should stay with me here for spring break."
Lisa looked up as her dormmate walked through the door to their dorm room. Monica's black hair was windswept, but she didn't seem to mind.
"I thought you were going home? You don't live that far away."
Monica frowned as she hung up her coat in their tight closet. "Mama keeps telling me to live life to the fullest. Enjoy the college life."
"Campus is going to be dead, though."
"I mean," Monica sighed as she collapsed in her desk chair, head thrown over the back of the headrest. Lisa shut her economics textbook and gave Monica her full attention. "There's a few frat parties I've heard about. I might go to those. And there's always something going on in Chicago."
"Do you want to spend your spring break getting drunk every night?"
"I mean, I wouldn't mind."
Lisa scoffed.
Monica rolled her chair across the room. "Look, I know you're not into the party scene."
"I would like to pass my classes –"
"But there are no classes. It's spring break. What would you do at your parent's place anyway?"
Lisa shrugged, "Just hang out."
She wasn't going home to do things. She was going home to see her family. Take a break. Enjoy her dad's cooking. At least one high school friend would be back in town, and it would be nice to reconnect. Even though they had seen each other over Christmas break.
Monica hooked her hands under her chin and tilted her face up, lip quivering. Her dark eyes turned watery.
"Ug," Lisa put up her hand as a block. "I'm not saying for break."
"Maybe stay for part? You don't want me walking to and from a party by myself, do you?"
"You can handle yourself." Monica regularly went to Boystown. Lisa had gone once or twice, cajoled by someone or another, but that part of town was Monica's scene. Loud music and people and drinks and a freedom she didn't believe she had on campus.
"Okay, yes. But I'd still like to go with you."
Sighing, Lisa looked at her friend. The puppy dog eyes were gone, replaced by sincerity. And Lisa had so few friends, she would always cave to Monica, even if they had known each other for less than a year.
Starting at the Beginning: Sunkissed Child as a Note on the Beauty and Necessity of Returning to Self
Sunkissed Child: Poetry in Black Life is an homage to, a celebration, and an encouragement of your survival. Not only the survival of your physical body, but also the survival of your inner child and, inherently, your black radical imagination. The life we are all striving to achieve – one of ease, joy, fulfillment, abundance, prosperity, and success– is dependent on both the validation of your inner child’s knowledge, needs and creative pursuits and interests, and the integration of them into who you are now. And this integration, this survival of your inner child, happens when you go back to the beginning.
Who were you before you were told who to be? What fascinated you? What made you bubble with excitement? What made you want to grow up quicker so that you could fully dive into it without the restraints your childhood may have imposed you? Who were you as a child? Who were you at the beginning?
It’s easy to forget who you are. You grow up and experience pain, heartbreak and traumatic events; you develop mental health struggles and try your best to cope with them, along with meeting the demands of your everyday life. Which includes everything from texting that person back to figuring out how you’re going to support yourself because you’re getting kicked out and school is just too much and you’re grieving the loss of someone or something and your physical health needs attention.
They tell you your only way out is to be like everyone else. Get into the same money-making schemes as everyone else; listen to the same music (that’s how you increase engagement); have the same aesthetic (how’s anyone gonna like your stuff?); to dress alike; to look alike; to have the same views about everything. It’s easy! And that’s why it’s dangerous.
The first reason is because this unspoken rhetoric entraps you in a rat race that makes you think that when you don’t go viral, and you’re not rich, and you’re still struggling to make ends meet, even when you’re checking all the boxes, that there is something wrong with you and that you need to run faster on your wheel, and not something wrong with why you felt the need to assimilate to survive in the first place.
And the second reason is because it kills your imagination and starves and invalidates your inner child who is the key to…
NA contemporary romance-ish about a travel influencer moving back home to reconnect with her dad, who ends up living with her college friend and fake dating her to get her parents off her back
ace bi & aro bi MCs
I did….not think the aro character in particular was handled very well tbh
Sometimes wild attraction shit happens when you learn to separate masc/fem from man/woman. I’ve known queer women find the femininity in a man attractive. I’ve known gay men get so hot and bothered by the masculinity of a woman.
There was once a guy who was not really my type but then he did drag and was suddenly wildly attractive to me. And since I’m bisexual it doesn’t give me a crisis when someone is suddenly hot to me in an unconventional way. I used to think this was particularly a bi experience.
Then I’ve met plenty of gay men and lesbians who are also chill about that sort of thing. Sometimes life is like that “oops made out with a twink in Brighton who turned out to be a lesbian who thought I was a lesbian” and sometimes it’s like “hey, I’m not normally into men but this guy has got something hot going on.”
I think one of the biggest tragedies of Laios & Falin and their relationship is how much his actions impact her life. But like. Specifically how much they WOULDN’T impact her life as much if they weren’t both stuck in such a shitty abusive situation.
This part of the Falin-tries-makeup daydream hour comic is what got me thinking about it again because truly it just... it seems like such a like an offhand comment that I'm sure Laios didn't mean to be cruel or anything. That's just like. A little kid not thinking about what they are saying. ESPECIALLY when the kid in question is Laios.
But man they depended on each other SO much as kids. Too much. It really feels like they didn't have any other source of positive reinforcement, or anyone else to share themselves with. So of course an offhand comment like that has a huge impact on Falin.
Or this little bit from one of the flashbacks:
This tears me apart. Do you think it tears him apart to think about? I think it does. I think Laios holds every small failure to care for Falin against himself.
And then there's the Bigger stuff. The way that him coping with his own trauma ended up impacting her.
Like his interest in monsters. Like him going to find a ghost, and accidentally revealing Falin's magic to the whole village in the process.
Like him needing to leave. And leaving her behind.
He shaped her life so much, and he carries so much guilt for it. And again, there should have been other people there to help. The same things that made Laios need to leave home are the things that made his leaving so hard on Falin. She ate alone after that. She shouldn't have had to eat alone just because Laios wasn't there.
She was 9 when he left for school, and he was 11.
Nine. And Laios feels like he failed her because he didn't stand by her through this better. As an eleven year old.
Both of these kids deserved so much better from the world.
Choose peace rather than confrontation. Except in cases where we cannot get, where we cannot proceed, where we cannot move forward. Then if the only alternative is violence, we will use violence.