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March 13, 2024 at 3:19 pm #177794
*GASPETH*
Soviet Russia era Bible smugglers/underground churches?! EEEEEEEE…I am so happy.
Also, I adore the name Nikolai.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkMarch 13, 2024 at 3:22 pm #177795@koshka Hehe, I’m glad you’re excited!!! That’ll be quite a bit of their 3rd book, so I’m glad you like itđ
Yesss, I love it too <3 I like him already…he may get his own book at some pointđ
⨠who the Son sets free is free indeed â¨
March 13, 2024 at 3:24 pm #177796His own book? Welp, that is the way it goes, isn’t it. XD
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkMarch 13, 2024 at 3:27 pm #177797@koshka Yesssss, it is possible. It really is đ
His book/arc would highlight persecution/speaking up when the rest of the world is silent…and I think I have an idea for who the 2nd MC could be…
Nikolai and Peter as the MCs of a Soviet Russia novel would be a lot of fun :3
⨠who the Son sets free is free indeed â¨
March 13, 2024 at 3:38 pm #177798Pastor Nikolai Aleksandr Smirnov and MGB Agent Peter Dimitri Kuznetsov together as the MCs of a novel would be fabulous…I’m getting ideas already…oh no XXD
⨠who the Son sets free is free indeed â¨
March 13, 2024 at 4:38 pm #177800Thanks!! đĽ°
It was because i saw a pic of a girl riding piggyback with a guy and I was like, âI need to put this in my book!â XD
Write what should not be forgotten. â Isabel Allende
March 13, 2024 at 4:47 pm #177801Umm⌠my immediate answer would be Leon. I find him more relatable in a general sense and for some reason I just love him more. XD I wish I could give you more of a complete answer, lol. I guess I pretty much agree with what everyone else has said.
And that sceneâŚ.
Girl!!! Theyâre smuggling Bibles together?!! I love that!! đ
Write what should not be forgotten. â Isabel Allende
March 13, 2024 at 7:34 pm #177811@mineralizedwritings I actually like the Star Wars shows better than the movies for that reason. The show characters are easier to connect to. Their character development is more spread out. They typically have more clear ambitions/passions/etc, even if those ambitions and passions arenât exactly good ones. The movie characters donât have it that way.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
March 14, 2024 at 12:13 am #177814Pastor Nikolai Aleksandr Smirnov and MGB Agent Peter Dimitri Kuznetsov together as the MCs of a novel would be fabulousâŚIâm getting ideas alreadyâŚoh no XXD
What?! Does that mean it’s an official WIP now? Oh dear. XD
A quick side note: did you intend Alesandr and Dimitri to be middle names or were you referring to patronymics (the father’s (or other male relative’s) name + suffix)? If these are Russian names (or Slavic culture in general really) there would be a first name, a patronymic, and a surname. For instance, Nikolai would be something like Nikolai Aleksandrov Smirnov, meaning his father’s name was Aleksanr.
Or wait…did you intend Smirnov to be the patronymic and Aleksandr to be a (albeit rare) middle name? Then, what is his surname?
I think I’m confusing myself. XD
Anyway, what I meant to say was, you may want to do a little poking around with Eastern naming customs. In any case this sounds like another amazing book.
Also….MGB Agent? O.O I am so excited.
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Fork the GorkMarch 14, 2024 at 3:42 pm #177830@koshka I am going to have to do more research (once I get to that WIP, at least XD) @elishavet-pidyon @godlyfantasy12 @grcr @esther-c @lightoverdarkness6 @mineralizedwritings @smiley @keilah-h @rae @savannah_grace2009 @jonas @highscribeofaetherium @anyone-else-idk-lol
I have a couple more scenes I wanna share!!! â¨â¨
âYou know youâre always welcome here, Riker.â
Rikerâs gaze cut away, unable to meet the pastorâs kind, compassionate eyes. âYouâre finished with resistance work and the Nazis are through. You shouldnât have to be under suspicion from the Americans.â
âI sincerely doubt they even know you were in the Schutzstaffel.â
âAnd if they found out and knew that you helped me with anything, they could take you too, Ezekiel.â
Ezekiel smiled sadly and rose from where he sat behind his desk, perusing the bookshelves. ââŚI didnât trust you at first, Riker. I wasnât apt to even letting you into the Violet Iris group. I feared that it was all a trap and that I would place everyone in terrible danger. Before you proved yourself trustworthy, I only trusted you because Fin trusted you.â
Riker glanced up; with Ezekielâs back still turned to him, he whispered, âMaybe he was wrong. Maybe he shouldnât have trusted me.â
Ezekiel turned on his heel, a small, leather-bound book in hand. He raised a single eyebrow. âWrong about you how?â
âMaybe he shouldnât have trusted meâmaybe he was justâŚwrong about me in every way. I got him killedââ
âFin made many mistakes in his life, as we all do;â Ezekiel settled back in his chair, âchoosing you was not one of them.â
Riker stood, unable to sit still a second longer. He paced back and forth across the office, his boots tapping against the carpet. He ran his fingers through his hair and groaned. âHe shouldnât have trusted me.â
âWhy? Just because you were in the Schutzstaffel, same as he was?â
âI failed himâI failed everyoneâŚI always have.â
Ezekiel opened the book in his hands and glanced up at Riker. âAnd where did you get an idea like that?â
Too many open doors; too many invited questions. Rikerâs feet stopped in their tracks. He bit his lip and didnât meet Ezekielâs gaze.
âYou are not to blame for Finâs death, Riker.â
âI failed him, Ezekiel,â a sob threatened to choke out Rikerâs words, âand he died because I canât do anything right.â
âRikerââ
Riker covered his face with his hands and moaned. âI even failed my own mother.â
ââŚAnd do you think Jennie or Fin would want to see you like this?â
It didnât matter what they wantedâit didnât matter what they would have desired. They were both dead. And they werenât the only ones.
Jennie, Fin, Aadelheide, Jezyk, and even HansâŚeach and every one of them died when Riker failed to do what was neededâa regret heâd bear the rest of his life.
Maybe he wasnât entirely to blame for Jennieâs death. Maybe he hadnât been the one that brought Fin to his death. Maybe Hansâ death really was Hansâ own choice. Maybe Jezyk really had surrendered himself to the will of the ones who ended his life.
But no one, nothing, could change the fact that Aadelheide was dead by his hands and his hands only.
And with that fact solidified, Leon had every reason on earth and in heaven to hate him. Nor did Riker blame him. Riker hated himself for what heâd doneâthe things he hadnât fought against because he was too afraid, too naĂŻve, to stand up.
Riker uncovered his face, slicked back his awry hair, and offered Ezekiel a brisk nod. âI need to goâŚI promised someone Iâd go and see them.â
Ezekiel slowly nodded. âAlright, if you must goâŚbut I hope we will have the chance to speak again soon.â
Riker smiled a smile he didnât feel and stepped out of the office, stepping off the stage and striding down the aisle. He pushed his way out of a church he didnât belong in, even if it was for only a short conversation, and onto the cobblestone streets.
He strode down the streets, back and forth, fighting back memories and feelings he had no desire to deal with. He stumbled into the Red Cross hospital and shared a quick conversation with the nurse at the front desk.
Riker strode into one of the wards and into one of the small rooms. A small head turned to him, and a smile brightened a chubby face. âRiker! I have colors!â Lina held up a box of crayons proudly, standing up from where she sat at a small table.
Riker smiled and went to the small girl, hefting her into his arms, twirling her around, and placing her on the floor again. Lina giggled and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a hug. She skipped, as best as she could, back to her seat; she opened the box in her hands.
Lina looked up at Riker with big, bright, pleading eyes. âDo you want to color, Riker?â
Riker crouched in front of Lina, taking a single crayon from the box in her hands. He smiled the brightest smile he could muster. âIâd love it more than anything.â
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âIâm proud of you, dear.â
Leon glanced at his mother-in-law, hanging one of Albertâs shirts on the small clothesline on Louisaâs porch. âHow so?â
âWell, youâve gotten a job to provide for your kids. I hate that itâs at a bar, but the man was so kind to offer you a job, and if thatâs where you must work for now, it will work,â Louisa smiled faintly, âand Iâm proud of you for just being here for the childrenâŚthey need a Daddy in their life. And most of all, Iâm proud that you havenât even touched alcohol in a little more than a week.â
Leon shrugged. Heâd been around his kids so much and worked so much, he hadnât had much of a desire. Refusing to let his mind stay on what heâd endured and instead focusing on the small lights in his life took away the gnawing hungerâŚat least enough.
âIâm proud of you, child. I always have been.â
Leonâs brown eyes met Louisaâs blue. Leon smiled softly. âThank you, Louisa, for sticking around.â
âHoney,â Louisa tilted her head and set her hands on her hips, âI wouldnât leave you and especially these grandbabies even if there was a whole army trying to pull me away.â
Leon chuckled and opened his mouth to reply; Louisaâs bright eyes suddenly widened. Leonâs head turned, and he knew his own eyes followed suit.
Donned in the blue dress uniform of the British Royal Air Force, a man with bright blue eyes and bright blonde hair stood on the walkway leading up to Louisaâs home. Heâd aged, most assuredlyâŚlooked more like a man that a boy, but it was still unmistakably Abelard.
Louisa swayed, and Leon caught her arm. Louisaâs hands covered her mouth. âAbelard!? My boy?â
A smile and tears brightened the young manâs face; he ran to the porch and Louisa ran off the porch. Abelardâs arms wrapped around Louisa and lifted her off the ground. âMama, oh, MamaâŚitâs been so longâŚâ
âToo long, darling, way too long.â Louisa murmured, kissing Abelardâs forehead.
Leon stepped off the porch; Abelard set Louisa back down and faced him with a familiar boyish grin. âLeon! Wow,â he whistled, âyouâve aged.â
Leon scoffed. âAs have you. Donât pretend youâre still eighteen.â
Abelard grinned and wrapped Leon in a tight, brotherly hug. âIâve missed you too.â
Leon chuckled and returned the hug. âAnd Iâve missed you, lunkhead.â
âDimwit.â
âBoys,â Louisa sighed, but a smile still played with her lips, âyou havenât seen each other for six years, and you instantly start calling each other names?â
Abelard pointed at Leon. âHe started it.â
Leon chuckled and gave Abelard a friendly clap on the back. âI really did miss you,â his eye caught Isabel, who played with her brothers in the grass, âand itâs good to see you again. Isabel, come here, cupcake.â
Isabel skipped over, twirling and grabbing Leonâs hand. Her eyebrows furrowed; she looked up at Abelard in confusion.
Abelard smiled and waved; he faced Leon with a frown. âI donât think she recognizes me.â
âShe was only just over a year old when you left. Isabel, cupcake, this is AbelardâŚUncle Abelard.â
Abelard crouched in front of Isabel. His eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes crossed. âWhere is Isabel? Sheâs so big from when I saw her last, and thereâs two of her! Which one is the real one?â
Isabel giggled. âYouâre silly!â
Abelard tousled Isabelâs curls, stood, and glanced over at Albert and Elias, who chased each other around on the grass.
Leon smiled. âThatâs Albert and Elias.â He whispered, motioning to each of them when he said their name.
âTheyâre adorable,â Abelard glanced back and forth, over and over again, âbut whereâs Aadelheide? I wanted to say helloâŚwe havenât seen each other in six years and her letters stopped arriving over a year agoâŚâ
Leon shared a look with Louisa; Louisaâs eyes brightened with tears and Leonâs burned just inside his eyelids. Leon took in and released a deep breath, refusing to let them surface.
âAbelard, child, your twinâŚyour sisterâŚshe-sheâs gone. She died almost a year ago, darlingâŚIâm so sorry,â Louisaâs voice cracked, âbut Aadelheide is in heaven.â
Abelard stared at her for a long moment; he swayed on his feet and faced Leon. âNoâŚno! Leon,â he gripped Leonâs shoulders and shook them, âplease tell me sheâs lyingâŚplease.â
Leon shook his head. Not allowing his voice to quiver, he whispered, ââŚItâs true.â
Abelardâs legs gave way beneath him, and he crumpled onto the pavement. His knees rose to his chest; he buried his face in his hands and moaned.
Louisaâs eyes met Leonâs. âLeon, dear, could you take the childrenâŚ?â
Leon motioned for Isabel to follow him and picked up both of the boys, leading or carrying all three of them inside. Leon closed the door; Abelardâs first wail echoed through the still air.
Leon grabbed scraps of paper and something to color with for each of his kids, settling them on the kitchen floor.
Abelardâs sobs resounded in Leonâs ears: a reminder of Leonâs own screaming, agonized soul. Leon opened a cabinet and pulled something out. He leaned against the counter and watched as his kids colored.
He popped a top off; he tipped up the bottle; he took a long sip. And waited for the alcohol to kick in.
⨠who the Son sets free is free indeed â¨
March 14, 2024 at 3:59 pm #177831They were…twins. I forgot…
Oh.
How could you?
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkMarch 14, 2024 at 4:14 pm #177832@koshka *whistles and strides away*
⨠who the Son sets free is free indeed â¨
March 14, 2024 at 4:15 pm #177833Oh, I like Abelard… and I feel terrible for him!! đđ the poor guy.
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March 14, 2024 at 4:25 pm #177835Ahh, that was so good but so saddd!! đ Poor Abelard đĽş
Ok, but when they first saw each other and started calling each other names, I thought immediately of Steve and Bucky. XD Â Like when they said something along the lines of:
âDonât do anything stupid without me.â
âHow can I? Youâre taking all the stupid with you.â
I think those are my favorite lines in the whole movie 𤣠I just love their dynamic so much
Write what should not be forgotten. â Isabel Allende
March 14, 2024 at 4:45 pm #177838@grcr Ty!! I know, poor guyđ I actually haven’t written him in a very long time, but he was the first WW2 character I actually came up with! I should write him more XD
@esther-c Ty!! Ack, I knowđđ Yeahhhh, poor guy…he’s gonna be reeling for a little whileđ˘hehe…as a Steve and Bucky fan, you saying that makes me happyđđ
and yes, their dynamic is đ
Marvel did it so well <3
⨠who the Son sets free is free indeed â¨
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