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🌎 Take Only What You Can Carry: A Desert Duo Fangame! ☀️
Hey all! I've finally finished working on my Secret-Life themed Desert Duo fangame! If you're at all interested, please do check it out on the Itch.io link above!
It is a short visual novel based on the awesome fanfiction "take only what you can carry" by @raichett.
Note- it is currently only available on PC.
If anyone has any issues accessing or downloading the game, please feel free to message me and we can sort it out! It's my first fangame, so I'm still learning the sharing procesess and such.
I will also be trying to get a browser version of the game going at some point in the near future :)
The Watchers offer the winner of Secret Life his choice of prize, before they leave forever.
Content warnings: very lightly implied/referenced memory alteration, important choices made in dreams. A very experimental style, which includes Second Person POV.
This can also be found on AO3.
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TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU CAN CARRY
> Above: purple and blue, swollen with swirling clouds from horizon to horizon. Night. The cold stars are eyes cut in the fabric of the sky; they pierce through everything. They watch.
> Ahead: magical sparks and runes glitter and undulate in sinuous waves, in orbits, around an enchanting table. In a pile on top: lapis lazuli with the facets gleaming blue in the starlight. The book levitates above, but no bookshelves encircle. Instead, it sits surrounded by riches: heaps of gold, of emeralds, of diamonds and netherite and glowing books and anything that people have ever looked at and wanted.
> Behind: a figure you cannot see, but you know it is tall, and cloaked, and that it’s watching you. The broad wings would be casting a shadow where they mantle, but the spotlight of pale silver from above illuminates it all at the wrong angle for that to happen. This is a dream; this is a stage.
> This: a performance.
> You: the performer.
> Scene begins: you step forward, and a second spotlight of eyes that are stars that are the audience in the sky lights up and shines upon the second character. (The one behind you is not an actor, it is stage crew.) You recognise him, of course you do.
> Your partner upon the stage: Grian.
> You: “What’s this? Where are we?”
> Grian: “Your prize. Nowhere.”
> You: “Prize? I didn’t enter any competitions – or at least I don’t think I did! And we can’t be nowhere, since we’re here – that’s just silly, we’re obviously somewhere.”
> Grian: a huff, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You did. You won, Scar.” He doesn’t pursue the subject of your location, and instead gestures with his arm to the piles of riches.
> Behind: “Take only what you can carry. Anything left behind will be lost to you.” The voice echoes with a thousand tones all overlapping. It is not loud, and it is somehow understandable, exact.
> You: “Lost to me?”
> Grian: “You can’t come back here, after. This was the last game – the last secret. There’s nothing after this: it’s over.” A pause. Gentler, reassuring: “It’s over, Scar.”
> You: “Oh.”
> You: “It’s – everything? It’s over? What about you?”
> Grian: “Choose. Only what you can carry. Any of this – you can take any of it, but you can’t come back.”
> Behind: “It will be gone forever.”
> You: “Ah.”
> Glistening in the staring starlight: the riches of your prize, the mounds of precious gems and metals. Any armful of these would be enough to set someone for life.
> You: “Everything here? Gone forever? Real, you know, never coming back, never ever ever?”
> Grian: “Yeah, that’s what I said, isn’t it?” He’s shorter, impatient now.
> You: “… And you, too? You’re going, too?”
> Grian: silence.
> Behind: “Everything.”
> You: “Oh.”
> You: “I see.”
> The ground: soft and springy, like grass, as you step forward. You never did figure out where you were, but since you’re nowhere, and that nowhere can’t be returned to, it probably doesn’t matter in the long run.
> Above: the clouds swirl like whirlpools in the sky, cutting stars like eyes and they are watching you, the figure standing tall and dark behind is watching you, and Grian is watching you.
> You: “Only what I can carry, yeah?”
> Grian: “Yeah.” His voice is soft and sad. His eyes gleam lilac and lavender as he drinks you in, like looking back at the land slipping away on a ship, fixed on the final fading sight before the sea swallows the horizon whole.
> You: “Okay, I’ve chosen.”
> Your prize: Grian is warm and heavy when you lay your hands upon him and pick him up, heft him over your shoulders and wrap him in your arms. He is all of what you can carry; he is all that you want to take.
> Grian: “Oh.”
> Behind: laughter. And then the sound of breaking glass splintering and shattering. The dream whirls away from you in fractured light and a vicious howling wind that tries to tear Grian from your arms – you hold on all the tighter.
> The sun: rising golden and spilling through the curtains, touching soft fingers to your skin, warm in your bed. Your whole body aches, but the dream doesn’t spill through your fists the way your dreams usually do. Real, then, or something adjacent to it.
> Grian: a weight next to you, your fingers clutching his thick red jumper, unready to let go. His eyes are black again, humbled and wondrous as they stare at you, his mouth lightly parted still.
> Here: both of you. You’re both still here.
> You: “You know, it’s a good thing you’re so small, and that you don’t weigh much. Hollow bones and all.” You scramble for teasing, but your voice is still a bit too choked up to fully reach it.
> Grian: “You – Scar.” He whacks you on the chest with the flat of his palm, his fingers trembling. His wings rustle behind, stretch out. Purple still lingers on them, dripping out of the feathers to leave behind his usual bright colours with every second. You laugh, wet, and don’t let go, twisting your grip deeper into his clothes. “Scar…”
🌎 Take Only What You Can Carry: A Desert Duo Fangame! ☀️
Hey all! I've finally finished working on my Secret-Life themed Desert Duo fangame! If you're at all interested, please do check it out on the Itch.io link above!
It is a short visual novel based on the awesome fanfiction "take only what you can carry" by @raichett.
Note- it is currently only available on PC.
If anyone has any issues accessing or downloading the game, please feel free to message me and we can sort it out! It's my first fangame, so I'm still learning the sharing procesess and such.
I will also be trying to get a browser version of the game going at some point in the near future :)
In the sequel to Apple Cinnamon Pies, Scar’s brother and friend decide to swing by and see how he’s settling down out in the country. It’s just too bad that everything has to be far more dramatic than truly necessary, even when accounting for the surprise of Grian.
Please heed the tags and mind that additional ones may be added.
In which Scar is presented with The Watchers' post-Secret Life feedback form, as tailored to him.
Content warnings: not actually a crack fic, canon-compliant and typical implications (character death, violence, grief, etc.), ambiguous relationship (AKA you can interpret Grian and Scar in any way you please).
In which Scar is presented with The Watchers' post-Secret Life feedback form, as tailored to him.
Content warnings: not actually a crack fic, canon-compliant and typical implications (character death, violence, grief, etc.), ambiguous relationship (AKA you can interpret Grian and Scar in any way you please).
In which Scar is presented with The Watchers' post-Secret Life feedback form, as tailored to him.
Content warnings: not actually a crack fic, canon-compliant and typical implications (character death, violence, grief, etc.), ambiguous relationship (AKA you can interpret Grian and Scar in any way you please).
In which Scar is presented with The Watchers' post-Secret Life feedback form, as tailored to him.
Content warnings: not actually a crack fic, canon-compliant and typical implications (character death, violence, grief, etc.), ambiguous relationship (AKA you can interpret Grian and Scar in any way you please).
