itbomm

Extras/Drafts + Announcement!

A/N:

Long time since my last update, and I will apologize for that since I didn't expect it to have been that long since then lmao

I've been rewriting ITBOMM!!!!!!

The reason for this is because there's a lot of scenes that I wanted to write, and a lot of storybuilding that I didn't have back then that I do now. There's a lot of interactions that I never got to write out prior to the timeskips, and there's a lot of relationships I'd like to better establish instead of just tossing everyone into the scenes in one chapter.

I'll be posting the rewrite under a new story as "re: in the back of my mind" and I'll be changing the title of this fic to ITBOMM. I'll be posting extra scenes, my outline, etc here, and mark it as complete.

CW: There is a scene where someone commits suicide. For those who wish to avoid it, I will be marking it as *** and ending the scene with the same marking. It isn't explicit and detailed, but I will still be marking it.

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Speak of the devil, and he shall appear — or so the saying goes. He didn't expect Odysseus to actually start attending their music lessons together, but he supposes that it doesn't actually matter in the end. It should be a blessing in disguise, since it meant he could get to know the kid and regain some memories.

Should be, in theory.

Rather, what matters is how awkward Athanase feels when it comes to hanging out with a future anti-monarchy revolutionary leader, since his mother had stepped out of the room for several minutes. If you don't see the issue with this, then allow me to paint the problem:

They were alone together. A member of the monarch's family, and a future anti-monarch revolutionary.

"What did Your Highness say to make Lady Durk cry?" Odysseus had asked after a short while of silence. He seemed curious, despite his blank stare and monotone voice. Maybe he was just as bored as Athanase is, since they were both reading music scores and doing nothing but reviewing what they had just gone over while Countess Nightingale was out discussing something with Felix.

It was naïve of Athanase to think that nobody would've found out about Autumn. Felix was one thing, but if anyone else saw her crying, they'd think he was turning out to be more like his father, maybe. They knew Felix would keep his mouth shut, but if it were anyone else who saw her cry, word would spread like fire. For both of their sakes, he hoped she got away without being seen, but apparently not.

Still... it could've been worse. Odysseus was asking in a one on one conversation, without anyone else. Countess Nightingale didn't seem like a blabbermouth, and the maids value their own life to gossip about the Imperial Prince's playmate with other nobles around.

So that limited the amount of people who saw. Maybe Irene saw the crying and decided to get her brother to pry into the matter? It made sense...

At least it wasn't his father — he'd probably ask if Athan found her to be a displeasing friend.

"Huh?" He blinked owlishly, trying to look as confused as he hoped he did. "What're you talking about, Sir Odysseus? Why would big sis Verena cry?"

Athan was pretty fucking adorable — he knew this and was confident about this fact. He and Athy were blessed with damn good genes. Maybe, on a very slim chance, Odysseus would think he's a cute and harmless person and that Autumn didn't actually cry because of him.

"Hmm."

Maybe his adoration for Ferdie was too strong. How the hell could anyone remain indifferent to his cute face?