May 18, 2023
Muldavia
Europe's Best Kept Secret
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Muldavia
Europe's Best Kept Secret
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(Spoilers for Generation Chapter 50)
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Dana dug beneath her feet where she kept the snacks she’d picked up on the way. She handed an energy drink back to Gray.
Gray hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes, then carefully reached for the can. As he took it, one of his fingers brushed Dana’s. He jerked away and the can tumbled to the floor, fizzing.
“I’m sorry,” said Gray. “I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.” He cringed down against the seat, looking as if Dana might hit him.
Dana glanced at Jason, puzzled. “It’s fine! Don’t worry about it. Just make sure you wait before you open it.” She smiled at Gray.
“Okay. I will, V—Dana.”
A shock shot through Jason’s heart.
He realized what was wrong with Gray. Why he would possibly be afraid of Dana, a woman he’d never met, who wasn’t exactly the most imposing person in the world.
Connie and Jason talk to girls who were trafficked.
Connie leaned forward. Nika didn't flinch. "It wasn't your fault," she felt compelled to say. "None of it was your fault. What those men did to you—is not what you are."
Nika nodded, as if trying to convince herself.
"It's those men—and women," said Jason, "who deserve the worst punishment possible for what they did to you. To the both of you." Connie felt a tremor run through him. "I almost hope I run into some of them, so that I can—" His fists clenched. "I know I'm not supposed to be about vengeance, but some people are not redeemable. They deserve to be hurt for what they did. For what they're doing." Fire flashed in his eyes and Connie felt some of the same anger. She also felt admiration and respect for him, and fear—not for herself—but for the traffickers, if he ever ran into them. She didn't feel sorry for them in the least, but Jason's wrath on them would be terrible, and wonderful, to witness. Jason had let go of his anger for what Gray had done to him, but she doubted he would let go of his anger at the traffickers. And she didn't think he should. Righteous anger was justified.
the celebration at the capital of Muldavia!
"My Connie," he whispered.
"My Jason." He pressed his lips to hers, savoring a slow soft kiss.
She lifted her hand, brushed his hair back from his brow. "You are more beautiful every time I look at you." She ran her hand down delicately over his scar. He closed his eyes, remembering a flash of pain, wondering how she could see any beauty in him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works Chapters: 41/? Fandom: Adventures in Odyssey Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Relationships: Jason Whittaker/Connie Kendall Characters: Jason Whittaker, Connie Kendall, John Whittaker, Tasha Forbes, Sierra Yu (OC), Gray (OC), John Avery Whittaker Additional Tags: Love, Marriage, Adventure, Mystery, Romance, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Human Trafficking, Vietnam, Washington DC, Muldavia, Self-Harm Series: Part 3 of Collision Summary: Just recovering from the events of A New Life, Connie and Jason are invited to an event that they think will be a new start for them. But soon they meet an old friend and are enticed into a world of intrigue and mystery, while Whit is on a secret mission of his own. What will these events mean for the future of the Whittaker family?
Chapter 41 up!
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He smiled up at her through tears of pain. “I love you.” His eyes searched hers, lingered on her face. “You’re so beautiful….”
“What else can I do?”
“Keep being a distraction… stay close…please.”
“I won’t leave.”
His hand fumbled up to her face, stroked her cheek. “So soft….” He slid closer, then gasped, hissing through his teeth.
“Hey—don’t move.”
“It’s okay… I think the pills are kicking in…. Please, just… I need you.” His hand slid down her arm.
“I’ve got you.” She traced his cheekbone with one finger, slid it down over his jaw, now sandpapery. Gently leaned in and kissed his lips, then his chin, the bridge of his nose, his forehead. “How’s that?”
“Wonderful. I…I’m feeling better already.”
“Probably the medicine.”
“No, it’s your magic….” His fingers buried in her hair, parsing out its strands, his eyes marveling at them. “The last rays of sunlight dying in them…. Trapped there, they’ll keep glowing, sustained by your life…”
“Jason… maybe those pills are a little too strong….”
“No, just you. You’re always…more amazing than I can bear….”
From writing today-
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A moment later the king looked up again, his jaw set, as if steeled against despair. “I try not to think of it directly, or I couldn’t do my job. I don’t have that luxury.” He glanced at Darya. “I have to do what I can to help her…. Which so far isn’t much.” His fist clenched, knuckles white. “If only I could lead an army in, guns blazing… But there’s no castle to storm. Just shifting shadows.” Anger flashed across his face. “I would turn myself in if there were no other way. But I can do more good like this…. In authority. It’s authority that matters, not my heritage… which won’t mean anything in a few years. I just have to find some sort of…inroad…. Something concrete. A path to their lair so I can burn it down.”
“I want to burn it down too,” said Jason.
From writing today--
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She shook inside. Her hand grasped his shoulder, perhaps too tightly, but she couldn’t uncurl her fingers, couldn’t pull herself a hairs-breadth away from him. “That’s not the worst, Jason. I’d know…” Her breath caught. “I’d know you’d be in heaven, away from all pain. If—if—the worst happened. If they—caught you. What they would do—” Unbidden, horrific images flashed in front of her mind and she scrambled desperately to block them out.
He pressed her close, his arms around her back. “Don’t think of that. I—I don’t want to consider that, either. But if it… did happen, I’d still be in God’s hands. It’d still be worth it—to sacrifice myself for them or for you.”
“Don’t—don’t do that for me. Please.” A sob caught in her throat.
Jason and Connie visit some agents to get some tips