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Alert Readers may have noticed that I titled two chapters “chapter 5″ in my update posts, but rest assured, AO3 numbers that shit for you, you don’t have to actually be able to count to post coherently there. A boon, for those of us who have no real gift for organization.
Chapter 7, which apparently I titled Investigations, which is not inapt now I think on it. (I tend to upload the draft chapters and let them sit a day and then proofread before posting, and sometimes I forget I’ve titled them already. Oh, my inner workings.) (Ah I see the coffee just kicked in. H E L L O!)
In which Kiru Athmaza gets to the bottom of things, or doesn’t, in her gentle and implacable way.
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“Beshelar explained that, in his understanding anyway, it was partly a situation of opportunity,” Himself said. “That young men without prospects of marriage turn to one another for companionship.”
“That could be a factor,” Kiru said. “And then later, those same men have attained enough social rank to marry women, and it’s not that anything about their intrinsic nature has changed, merely the opportunities that they have. But, Serenity, there are also people whose inclinations do not change with opportunity; such a young man, with prospects, surrounded by eligible young women, still would not wish to court any of them.”
“Or my half-sister,” Edrehasivar mused, “who married another woman; surely she could have found a man, had she wanted to.”
Kiru had a moment of deep confusion as she tried to piece together when she had missed that bit of news about the Archduchess Vedero, but then she remembered about the Great Avar’s bastard daughters, and the one who was a sea-captain. “Exactly,” she said.
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Listen sometimes fanfic is wish-fulfillment, and so we sometimes gently distort the canon materials to let ourselves have these soft little worlds where pain is only really for catharsis, and where people get emotional support for things, and especially where really nice slightly-older ladies sit on the edge of our bed when we’re teenagers and gently explain the spectrum of possible sexual orientations to us so that we don’t have to figure that shit out the hard way. Shh, shh. Just let it happen. I’ve worked very hard to make it plausible.
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Alert Readers may have noticed that I titled two chapters “chapter 5″ in my update posts, but rest assured, AO3 numbers that shit for you, you don’t have to actually be able to count to post coherently there. A boon, for those of us who have no real gift for organization.
Chapter 7, which apparently I titled Investigations, which is not inapt now I think on it. (I tend to upload the draft chapters and let them sit a day and then proofread before posting, and sometimes I forget I’ve titled them already. Oh, my inner workings.) (Ah I see the coffee just kicked in. H E L L O!)
In which Kiru Athmaza gets to the bottom of things, or doesn’t, in her gentle and implacable way.
*
“Beshelar explained that, in his understanding anyway, it was partly a situation of opportunity,” Himself said. “That young men without prospects of marriage turn to one another for companionship.”
“That could be a factor,” Kiru said. “And then later, those same men have attained enough social rank to marry women, and it’s not that anything about their intrinsic nature has changed, merely the opportunities that they have. But, Serenity, there are also people whose inclinations do not change with opportunity; such a young man, with prospects, surrounded by eligible young women, still would not wish to court any of them.”
“Or my half-sister,” Edrehasivar mused, “who married another woman; surely she could have found a man, had she wanted to.”
Kiru had a moment of deep confusion as she tried to piece together when she had missed that bit of news about the Archduchess Vedero, but then she remembered about the Great Avar’s bastard daughters, and the one who was a sea-captain. “Exactly,” she said.
*
Listen sometimes fanfic is wish-fulfillment, and so we sometimes gently distort the canon materials to let ourselves have these soft little worlds where pain is only really for catharsis, and where people get emotional support for things, and especially where really nice slightly-older ladies sit on the edge of our bed when we’re teenagers and gently explain the spectrum of possible sexual orientations to us so that we don’t have to figure that shit out the hard way. Shh, shh. Just let it happen. I’ve worked very hard to make it plausible.
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