Working on a three episode fanscript adaptation of Grant Morrison’s World Shapers. Drafts of Episodes One and Two already fresh out the oven. I hope to turn this into an audio drama.
The aroma of fresh cotton and lavender was the first scent Charles ‘Chuck’ Brown sensed as his evening-long slumber came to an end with the advent of morning.
He watched as his fiancée, Pamela Islay, slowly rise and step out of her vine hammock to the right of him, stretching her arms and letting out a purring yawn that made his toes curl.
She made him want to get up and make something of the day, like always.
But he knew how different this day was going to be, and took his time by laying in bed for a few extra minutes than was normal for him.
Pamela sensed his trepidation, and, curious, slid onto the bed and curled up beside him, her arms sliding comfortably around his sides. She gently leaned her head over to the top of his own and touched the top of his scalp with gentle kisses.
“Are we feeling a little lazy today?” she said, playfully.
“Just need time to think” Charles assured her.
“Time to think, but no time for me? Should I be jealous of your own mind?” Pam teased
Charles didn’t answer; he was very much lost in himself.
Pam soundly huffed and got up; she examined herself in the mirror.
“My hair’s all over the place” Pam said, looking into a mirror and it examining her rather dishevelled locks.
“I like it. Looks rosy”
Pam smiled, and waltzed over to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.
Charles mulled over his private thoughts for another ten minutes before getting up, he also took a hard look at himself in the reflection of the mirror, taking note of a stubble and a small zit.
“Here we go” he whispered to himself, popping the zit and rubbing his eyes gently, before heading over to the kitchen where Pamela had made herself some cereal, she struggled to eat a spoonful in one hand, and trying to get a hair comb out of her locks in another.
“Here, let me” he said, taking the brush from her hands and helping to gracefully comb and straighten her hair.
“So…you ready to talk?” he said.
“Talk about what? The big day?” Pamela said, examining the studded engagement ring on her finger and melted at the sight of it.
“It’s a big day for something” Chuck said, finishing up, and putting some bread in the oven.
“So size it up for me then” Pam asked, curious as to what he meant.
“This is the day we decide whether this is all worthwhile or not” Charles revealed.
Pam anxiously giggled, kind of understanding what the point was, but hesitant to contemplate that consequences for her actions were taking root.
“What is silly?” she asked.
Pam was starting to sense the resilient anguish and disappointment in his voice, it wasn’t pleasing to hear.
“Don’t be ridiculous, of course we’re worth it, we’re worth every bit of it”
“Depends on who you mean by ‘us’ Pam. You and me, or you and her“
“Her?” Pam asked.
Charles bit his lip hard before uttering the name neither wanted to bring up at this most crucial of eleventh hours.
Pam’s inner frustrations boiled over, she didn’t want to get this riled up so early in the morning. She buried her head deep in her hands.
“Oh, I wish this were just a bad hair day, I’m not lucky enough for it to be just a bad dream”
“You’re lucky to have me” said Kite, taking the toasted bread out of the oven and calmly spreading the butter on it, he placed both on a table and gently sat next to her.
“It’s for you, take it” he said.
Pam stared at the toast, and then stared back at her half-eaten bowl of cereal.
“Bit late to make an impression like that” she said.
“Hey, I was late getting up” he said.
Pam appreciated how little tension there was between them, especially in light of all that had happened.
“Charles…listen, Harley and I…what we did together, it was just of the moment, that’s all, something wild and crazy, the sort of thing somebody like her does, all I did was spend another day in her world, I knew I had to come right back to ours, you can understand that right?”
Charles wished he could tell her he did, but it’d hurt them more if he’d lied.
“There’s a difference between denial and acceptance Pam, I’d understand better if we both picked the latter”
The longer the conversation furthered down an uncomfortable path, Pam’s aroma changed to that of a cool unflappable fougere, sauvage
She figured it was an attempt to deflect from the talk, to maybe give him pause before he said something that made her feel further out of step, he did not seem to be budging.
She found herself steadily compelled to agree with him.
“Ok, I’ll level, she drives me crazy, y’know? She’s eccentric, conflicted, troubled, but you should see her rise above and beyond that every day Charles, she’s warm, and funny, radiant even…when we touched, when we kissed, it was like bathing in the white hot glow of the sun” she confessed
She looked back at Charles, who was visibly hurt.
“I feel like this is how anxious Prometheus gets when he flies too close to where you are, everything wilts away and you’re left without wings” he replied.
“But you don’t, when you hold me close and take me into the clouds, I see all the colours in the wind, I see the aura of rainbows, there’s magical sights, you see them every day, all while I take root firmly on the ground. I wish you to fly me there forever, to defy the law of gravity. To uproot me and show I don’t have to keep my feet on the soil. I serve Mother Nature, but you? You hang ten with god in the heavens every day; no woman worth a percentage in life can resist that opportunity”
She leaned over to Charles and kissed him softly on the lips, gently caressing his head in her arms.
“Oh my poor baby, do you want me to choose? Is that it? Because you know who it’ll be”
“I want you to be happy Pam, and I see only one way we could be together…and that’s if Harley’s along for the ride” Charles proposed.
“What do you mean?” Pam asked.
“Polyamory” Charles finished.
Pam slipped back in her chair, gobsmacked.
“Won’t lie to you Chuck, that comes with complications all its own” she admitted.
“I don’t see a downside, we’d be the talk and toast of the town, just imagine the grin we’d permanently wipe of the Joker’s grin”
“He’s sort of moved on himself Chuck” Ivy corrected him.
“Yeah, ain’t that a punch line…but we’re no joke Pam, neither are you and Harley, and if you have to hold onto her, I’m willing to hold onto her too. So long as I keep you close”
“Chuck, what if this leads to favouritism? One side in the relationship being more territorial?”
“You really think Harley would be as possessive as that?”
“I’m counting on it” Pamela cautioned.
“Then we’ll just have to risk
“So how does this work? Do we add her name to the marriage licence, or she meant to just be the mistress? I don’t want her to just be an option here, far as I’m concerned, she’s family and we need to accommodate her”
“Sounds like a busy few days, but one thing I can count on with you Pam, is that you know when to be all business with your personal life. Harley won’t be in the way, and I don’t mind if you want spend your wilder nights with her, it’ll give me time to catch up on my studies of Leo Tolstoy”
“Maybe you could read to Harls and me on the rain check days?”
“You think a little downtime with the Kitester is just as exciting?”
“There’s plenty of ways to make it an exotic night in, and we’d all have smiles at the end, trust me. And if Harley doesn’t like it, she can always water the plants”
“That’s what I was counting on with you Pam…When complications take root, all you do is blossom”
“Marry me as soon as you can Kite” Pam uttered, her aroma switching to lavender and vanilla with hints of cedar.
“Hell yeah” Chuck replied.