Am I alone in feeling like my female agent kind of got the short end of the stick in the end…
(cut for many IA spoilers and sort of whining I guess sorry :( )
I couldn’t agree more. I have a lot of opinions on that particular element of things, and none of them are good feelings—which is really unfortunate given the placement and timing of the whole thing, right at the end when I’m full of flailing sobbing feelings about it all, and then that has to show up and leave a bad taste in my mouth.
(spoilers and soapboxes behind the cut) (most of you know what I’m gonna talk about anyway though shh)
oh holy god, i don’t even know why i wrote this. but it wouldn’t leave me alone, and now that i’ve finished it, i’m sadder than when i started.
this is how it ends. warning: NOT a happy, fluffy fic.
In the end, it all comes back to the beginning.
oh man oh man oh man oh man ;__;
This isn’t a fluffy happy fic but it is just…beautiful. And I really, reallyreallyreally could see it happening, and it’s such a perfect and poetic ending for Cipher Nine. After all he/she has been through, I can only imagine that all they’d want is to be at peace and to not be alone.
jurio is vector’s home planet.
after a lot of thinking - much of it inspired by deathcupcake - i decided to do a little more of an exploration into vector’s past - his family, his upbringing and his joining. this fic follows my other endgame fic sequentially (i need to start giving them names, dammit).
spoilers, of course, for pretty much the whole IA storyline. also, there is very little information about jurio, so i had to make it all up.
not sure how long this will end up being - perhaps three or four different parts?
as a side note, two people requested a bubble bath scene. for some reason, i found it somewhat difficult to imagine vector and a bubble bath - but there will be a hot spring involved later ;)
At first, he thought it was his imagination. In the polluted air of Kaas City, swirling with dust motes and steel and taxi exhaust, it was one of the last things he would have expected to find. But there it was again – flour and butter and cream. The smell of Jurian biscuits.
Oh man I have so many feelings about this issue and have been super fascinated with his parents ever since reading his codex (yup even though they have all of a sentence to their name THAT NEVER STOPPED ME BEFORE).
This is lovely and I can’t wait for more!