Oh hey, look at the date!
Nov. 20th, 2008 07:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rallamajoopNormally this would be a bit much shear fangirl geekiness even for me, but what the hey. A Happy Birthday to Ky Kiske!
And because clearly wrapping some ribbon around a tea-cup wasn't going to be enough to mark the occasion, and a couple of people made a point of requesting it specifically when that 50 Sentences Challenge fic first went up (a certain one of whom would not stop 'helpfully reminding' me how appropriate it was to the date), here's a 1600 word expansion on that not-even-drabble-length ficlet we will call only Number 11. Unbetaed, unfinished, and, to be honest, taking some quite considerable liberties with the original scenario. Also without a doubt the single sappiest thing I have ever written, and despite all promise, still woefully PG.
It was late by the time Ky made his way through the IPF entrance hall that night, with the satisfaction of a job well done and a case closed down to the last niggling bit of paperwork (Fiat iustitia, ruat caelum said the stones under his feet in flowing script – always a welcome reminder if a mere few extra working hours for that cause began to feel unjustified). The night air was crisp and cold through his official cloak, each breath producing a little puff of steam, but a brisk walk home would keep him warm enough. Paris, and most especially the IPF – never slept, but this time of night was as quiet as it ever was, the peace quite pleasant after such a long day.
“Yo,” called a voice out of the blue, and Ky snapped out of his daze to find himself looking into a small alleyway between two buildings he must have passed a hundred times before walking this route, and had to stop a second to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep on his feet and was dreaming the whole thing. Wedged in the narrow gap and leaning casually against a wall not six paces away, there stood Sol, large as life, unmistakable even without the Order uniform he’d worn every day Ky had known him. The Fuuenken stood propped against the wall beside him, white edges glowing guiltily in the dim light in a way that gave the illusion it might be the sole source of what little illumination there was to shed light on the dark alley.
“Sol?” he blurted, not quite able to believe his eyes.
“Long time no see,” said Sol – and it was definitely him, even if Ky wasn’t sure he’d ever seen that particular grin on Sol’s face before and wasn’t sure what to do with it. “Miss me?”
“You…” None of that had helped convince Ky he wasn’t dreaming the whole encounter. The stolen Fuuenken drew his eye a little too easily. “Showing up here, right at the door of the IPF, what are you thinking…”
“Didn’t actually come here to fight with you today, if you can manage that.”
“Then why would you…”
“Came to wish you a happy birthday.”
Ky stared at him blankly, positive he must have heard that wrong.
“It’s past midnight, if you hadn’t noticed.” Sol stared back at Ky’s stunned look. “Geez, you did know it was coming? How hard have they been working you?”
Ky could not think of anything to say. Of course he’d known in the general sense even if it had been out of his mind at that particular moment. It was even a part of why it had been so important to have everything done tonight so as to give himself a proper day off the following one, but for Sol to be here personally to remind him… that demanded so many questions he didn’t even know where to start – everything from how Sol had arranged to be here to meet him at just this time, to how long he must have been waiting, to how hard he must have hit his head to consider doing anything like this, but the only one Ky could have put words to just then was, Sol knew my birthday?
If Sol thought he could avoid arrest by making Ky laugh himself to incapacity this would be a good start. Yesterday – or even an hour ago – news of Sol anywhere in the city would have had him running to the scene in a fury with the full might of the IPF in tow, but maintaining the anger was much harder when Sol was being so ridiculous. “You…. surely you couldn’t have come all this way just for that.”
Sol shrugged. “Eighteen this year, right?” He took a step forward into the light, letting Ky see for the first time that his new attire left his arms bare to the shoulder, the play of shadow over the curve of muscle momentarily very distracting. “That’s an important number,” Sol was saying. “Used to mean something.”
Ky couldn’t imagine what, it seemed an arbitrary enough figure to him. Some vague recollection of laws that went back a century or more nagged at him in an unhelpful way. He shook his head. It was quite unfair of the world to expect him to deal with this when he was already so tired, crazy feelings of elation notwithstanding. “Next you’ll be saying you brought me a present, and then I really will know the world has gone mad.”
“Not exactly,” pronounced Sol’s strange grin. He jerked his head in an inviting gesture. “Come here.”
“Wh…” Ky’s legs jerked forward a step of their own accord.
“Just trust me on this.”
In all the years of war he’d endured, Ky could not think of any time the sound of his own heart in his ears had been so loud as it was then, while he cleared the distance over the road into Sol’s alley. Sol took a step backwards to make space for Ky to stand facing him, back to the other wall, and in the narrow gap between the buildings that left them very close indeed. Against the night air in such an enclosed space, the heat Sol seemed to generate just by existing radiated out, warm and inviting. The look on Sol’s face – it was fond, there was no other word for it, and that may have been the moment Ky acknowledged exactly what was happening, exactly what Sol was going to do, and how strangely unmotivated he was to do anything to stop it.
Sol raised a hand, horribly slowly to thread his fingers into Ky’s hair at the side of his face; Ky convinced that from there he must have been able to feel his own heartbeat from there as loud as Ky could.
“I never imagined this could be how I’d finally meet you again,” he babbled, voice reduced to an awkward whisper. “Over a year you avoid me, and now this…”
“Was waiting for the right moment,” Sol whispered back, moving his hand very slightly in a gentle caress as he moved in.
“This particular birthday,” Ky might have laughed out loud but didn’t feel he was getting the oxygen for it.
“Call me old-fashioned,” said Sol, and leaned that last little bit more.
The first brush of Sol’s lips on his own was too light and fast to feel any more real than the rest of this experience, and yet already Ky found himself moving to try to follow the moment the pressure ceased. The next press was firmer, Ky needing no prompting to part his lips as the kiss deepened, was kissing back almost before he knew what he was doing. Sol went slow, whether to avoid scaring him or because he wanted to enjoy the experience or some combination of both; the whole sensation intoxicating – the last thing Ky would ever have imagined Sol could be so good at.
When Sol pulled back again at last Ky was faintly dizzy and panting, Sol still grinning like the cat that got the cream. To Ky’s mild horror, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, “Not done much of that before, have you?”
If Ky had been able to put words together after that his response would have been a protest that of course he hadn’t, exactly when was he supposed to have found either the time or the opportunity when there was always so much more important to do, and if Sol had really been sitting on these feelings ever since the war then who’s fault was it if even ‘not much’ was a bit of an exaggeration of the reality? which would have sounded so pathetic that it was a very good thing Sol cut him off before he could start.
“Didn’t mean it like that. All that means,” he said, leaning back in, “is you need more practice…” and then Sol was kissing him again, so much deeper than before, pushing him back against the wall under the press of his body, and somehow only then it clicked with Ky that Sol’s comment on his inexperience hadn’t been nearly as much an insult as something Sol was pleased about. If it was anything like this he would have happily agreed to as many hours of ‘practice’ as Sol thought he needed. He let out a soft moan, and Sol responded by trying to get even closer in a move that ended with their belt buckles colliding uncomfortably. Sol broke off the kiss and stepped back, frowning downwards. The only thought in Ky’s mind was that the offending items of clothing would have to go, and he’d barely started to think about what else that might imply when Sol looked up again, clearly mirroring some variety of the same thought.
“Damn things,” he grumbled. “Want to take this somewhere more private?”
Inexperienced or otherwise, Ky would have had no excuse for pretending he didn’t know exactly what that meant – well beyond taking an activity only as inappropriate as kissing away from a public space. It should probably have shocked him – should certainly have been something he took more time to think about whether he really wanted to do than five seconds at such a heated moment. But far from feeling unreal, now the whole experience was starting to resonate as maybe the only thing that had ever happened between him and Sol that had ever made sense, and losing that just when he was starting to get a hold on it… that was unthinkable.
“My house isn’t far from here,” he heard himself say, though surely Sol knew that, that was hardly the point of the implication.
“Perfect,” grinned Sol, stepping back to let him lead the way.
ETA: Fiat iustitia, ruat caelum: "Let justice be done, even if the heavens fall." Back when I was writing Collateral I made a brief reference to a 'pretentious latin phrase' engraved on the IPF entry way.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aphelion_orion was nice enough to lend out her Latin skills by coming up with something beautifully appropriate for what that phrase might actually have been, and I may just have been looking for an excuse to use it ever since. ^^;
And because clearly wrapping some ribbon around a tea-cup wasn't going to be enough to mark the occasion, and a couple of people made a point of requesting it specifically when that 50 Sentences Challenge fic first went up (a certain one of whom would not stop 'helpfully reminding' me how appropriate it was to the date), here's a 1600 word expansion on that not-even-drabble-length ficlet we will call only Number 11. Unbetaed, unfinished, and, to be honest, taking some quite considerable liberties with the original scenario. Also without a doubt the single sappiest thing I have ever written, and despite all promise, still woefully PG.
It was late by the time Ky made his way through the IPF entrance hall that night, with the satisfaction of a job well done and a case closed down to the last niggling bit of paperwork (Fiat iustitia, ruat caelum said the stones under his feet in flowing script – always a welcome reminder if a mere few extra working hours for that cause began to feel unjustified). The night air was crisp and cold through his official cloak, each breath producing a little puff of steam, but a brisk walk home would keep him warm enough. Paris, and most especially the IPF – never slept, but this time of night was as quiet as it ever was, the peace quite pleasant after such a long day.
“Yo,” called a voice out of the blue, and Ky snapped out of his daze to find himself looking into a small alleyway between two buildings he must have passed a hundred times before walking this route, and had to stop a second to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep on his feet and was dreaming the whole thing. Wedged in the narrow gap and leaning casually against a wall not six paces away, there stood Sol, large as life, unmistakable even without the Order uniform he’d worn every day Ky had known him. The Fuuenken stood propped against the wall beside him, white edges glowing guiltily in the dim light in a way that gave the illusion it might be the sole source of what little illumination there was to shed light on the dark alley.
“Sol?” he blurted, not quite able to believe his eyes.
“Long time no see,” said Sol – and it was definitely him, even if Ky wasn’t sure he’d ever seen that particular grin on Sol’s face before and wasn’t sure what to do with it. “Miss me?”
“You…” None of that had helped convince Ky he wasn’t dreaming the whole encounter. The stolen Fuuenken drew his eye a little too easily. “Showing up here, right at the door of the IPF, what are you thinking…”
“Didn’t actually come here to fight with you today, if you can manage that.”
“Then why would you…”
“Came to wish you a happy birthday.”
Ky stared at him blankly, positive he must have heard that wrong.
“It’s past midnight, if you hadn’t noticed.” Sol stared back at Ky’s stunned look. “Geez, you did know it was coming? How hard have they been working you?”
Ky could not think of anything to say. Of course he’d known in the general sense even if it had been out of his mind at that particular moment. It was even a part of why it had been so important to have everything done tonight so as to give himself a proper day off the following one, but for Sol to be here personally to remind him… that demanded so many questions he didn’t even know where to start – everything from how Sol had arranged to be here to meet him at just this time, to how long he must have been waiting, to how hard he must have hit his head to consider doing anything like this, but the only one Ky could have put words to just then was, Sol knew my birthday?
If Sol thought he could avoid arrest by making Ky laugh himself to incapacity this would be a good start. Yesterday – or even an hour ago – news of Sol anywhere in the city would have had him running to the scene in a fury with the full might of the IPF in tow, but maintaining the anger was much harder when Sol was being so ridiculous. “You…. surely you couldn’t have come all this way just for that.”
Sol shrugged. “Eighteen this year, right?” He took a step forward into the light, letting Ky see for the first time that his new attire left his arms bare to the shoulder, the play of shadow over the curve of muscle momentarily very distracting. “That’s an important number,” Sol was saying. “Used to mean something.”
Ky couldn’t imagine what, it seemed an arbitrary enough figure to him. Some vague recollection of laws that went back a century or more nagged at him in an unhelpful way. He shook his head. It was quite unfair of the world to expect him to deal with this when he was already so tired, crazy feelings of elation notwithstanding. “Next you’ll be saying you brought me a present, and then I really will know the world has gone mad.”
“Not exactly,” pronounced Sol’s strange grin. He jerked his head in an inviting gesture. “Come here.”
“Wh…” Ky’s legs jerked forward a step of their own accord.
“Just trust me on this.”
In all the years of war he’d endured, Ky could not think of any time the sound of his own heart in his ears had been so loud as it was then, while he cleared the distance over the road into Sol’s alley. Sol took a step backwards to make space for Ky to stand facing him, back to the other wall, and in the narrow gap between the buildings that left them very close indeed. Against the night air in such an enclosed space, the heat Sol seemed to generate just by existing radiated out, warm and inviting. The look on Sol’s face – it was fond, there was no other word for it, and that may have been the moment Ky acknowledged exactly what was happening, exactly what Sol was going to do, and how strangely unmotivated he was to do anything to stop it.
Sol raised a hand, horribly slowly to thread his fingers into Ky’s hair at the side of his face; Ky convinced that from there he must have been able to feel his own heartbeat from there as loud as Ky could.
“I never imagined this could be how I’d finally meet you again,” he babbled, voice reduced to an awkward whisper. “Over a year you avoid me, and now this…”
“Was waiting for the right moment,” Sol whispered back, moving his hand very slightly in a gentle caress as he moved in.
“This particular birthday,” Ky might have laughed out loud but didn’t feel he was getting the oxygen for it.
“Call me old-fashioned,” said Sol, and leaned that last little bit more.
The first brush of Sol’s lips on his own was too light and fast to feel any more real than the rest of this experience, and yet already Ky found himself moving to try to follow the moment the pressure ceased. The next press was firmer, Ky needing no prompting to part his lips as the kiss deepened, was kissing back almost before he knew what he was doing. Sol went slow, whether to avoid scaring him or because he wanted to enjoy the experience or some combination of both; the whole sensation intoxicating – the last thing Ky would ever have imagined Sol could be so good at.
When Sol pulled back again at last Ky was faintly dizzy and panting, Sol still grinning like the cat that got the cream. To Ky’s mild horror, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, “Not done much of that before, have you?”
If Ky had been able to put words together after that his response would have been a protest that of course he hadn’t, exactly when was he supposed to have found either the time or the opportunity when there was always so much more important to do, and if Sol had really been sitting on these feelings ever since the war then who’s fault was it if even ‘not much’ was a bit of an exaggeration of the reality? which would have sounded so pathetic that it was a very good thing Sol cut him off before he could start.
“Didn’t mean it like that. All that means,” he said, leaning back in, “is you need more practice…” and then Sol was kissing him again, so much deeper than before, pushing him back against the wall under the press of his body, and somehow only then it clicked with Ky that Sol’s comment on his inexperience hadn’t been nearly as much an insult as something Sol was pleased about. If it was anything like this he would have happily agreed to as many hours of ‘practice’ as Sol thought he needed. He let out a soft moan, and Sol responded by trying to get even closer in a move that ended with their belt buckles colliding uncomfortably. Sol broke off the kiss and stepped back, frowning downwards. The only thought in Ky’s mind was that the offending items of clothing would have to go, and he’d barely started to think about what else that might imply when Sol looked up again, clearly mirroring some variety of the same thought.
“Damn things,” he grumbled. “Want to take this somewhere more private?”
Inexperienced or otherwise, Ky would have had no excuse for pretending he didn’t know exactly what that meant – well beyond taking an activity only as inappropriate as kissing away from a public space. It should probably have shocked him – should certainly have been something he took more time to think about whether he really wanted to do than five seconds at such a heated moment. But far from feeling unreal, now the whole experience was starting to resonate as maybe the only thing that had ever happened between him and Sol that had ever made sense, and losing that just when he was starting to get a hold on it… that was unthinkable.
“My house isn’t far from here,” he heard himself say, though surely Sol knew that, that was hardly the point of the implication.
“Perfect,” grinned Sol, stepping back to let him lead the way.
ETA: Fiat iustitia, ruat caelum: "Let justice be done, even if the heavens fall." Back when I was writing Collateral I made a brief reference to a 'pretentious latin phrase' engraved on the IPF entry way.
aphelion_orion was nice enough to lend out her Latin skills by coming up with something beautifully appropriate for what that phrase might actually have been, and I may just have been looking for an excuse to use it ever since. ^^;![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2008-11-20 11:01 am (UTC)(is that your teacup and saucer?)
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Date: 2008-11-20 11:17 am (UTC)(Of course! Finding another one just for this would be a bit much work. I mentioned the blue and pink flowers, right?)
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Date: 2008-11-20 11:20 am (UTC)well judging by wordcount about 2000 words? ^^;
(I thought so but I wasn't sure. You might well have mentioned the flowers but I hadn't imagined them being so colourful!)
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Date: 2008-11-20 12:35 pm (UTC)How about you try scaling that by approximate percentage complete! *eyes*
(It is a very nice teacup if I do say so myself.)
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Date: 2008-11-20 01:20 pm (UTC)oh come on that's totally not fair given how long pirates is going to be DON'T YOU MAKE EYES AT ME BOY
(It is a very nice teacup! ...maybe you should take it to the ball. For photo purposes <.<)
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Date: 2008-11-20 01:56 pm (UTC)(I'd be a little nervous about taking it along, it's a little delicate. I'd need a whole box full of soft packing.)
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Date: 2008-11-20 02:04 pm (UTC)yes but it's only fair when I give them to you! <.<
(That's true. I suppose the hotel will have teacups? They won't be as shiny as yours, though. CLEARLY we will have to stay in full costume until we get back to your place for a few additional photos <.<)
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Date: 2008-11-20 02:34 pm (UTC)... *EYES*
(What's wrong with before we leave? ;)
bedtime now ^^;
Date: 2008-11-20 02:39 pm (UTC)DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING OR ANYTHING :D
(Ahahaha assuming we're ready on time! *shot*)
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Date: 2008-11-21 01:39 am (UTC)(As Vel posted : p*^DTUFG SDUFH HDSFH DSF&S(^AS&*%A^*(% OMG CATHY..you are such a fricken awesome writter!!! i was getting blushes and felt my face getting a silly grin on it!!! 10 points to you!))
And as a good Son who passed the 1st grade, i drew you this picture of a Tea Cup with Daddy's face on it! (I don't get pocket money from the old man you see...so blame him ^^;)
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Date: 2008-11-21 02:21 am (UTC)Though lord knows what sort of horrible ideas he's going to give you if I let him handle it all himself.(Hehee, thank you, that is not half a bad reaction to get to such a short, unbetaed snippet. <3 Mind you, the next one
Aw, I do believe you've captured exactly the face he makes when someone asks him to do the dishes! (X3 your little paint sketches are so much crazy love! XD)
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Date: 2008-11-21 08:28 am (UTC)edit: by which I mean, that drawing is masterful.
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Date: 2008-11-20 03:47 pm (UTC)And apparently, we're on the same wavelength regarding gifts for Ky this year. ^^ (well, sort of)
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Date: 2008-11-21 01:59 am (UTC)And apparently, we're on the same wavelength regarding gifts for Ky this year. ^^ (well, sort of)
XDDDD Oh wow, so we are! Now I'm picturing Ky waking up on his birthday to find his porch covered with boxes containing ornamental teacups sent by anonymous admirers. XD If you want to share it any further, I stuck a post (http://community.livejournal.com/solxky/21483.html) up at
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Date: 2008-11-21 01:59 pm (UTC)I've been so busy with things that I wasn't able to do anything (and I was thinking all week for what to do for his birthday) and the "give 'im a teacup" hit me the day before, and I had just bought that cup the prior weekend.....yeah, things have a funny way of working out. X3
If Ky did end up with dozens of litle boxes, I'm sure he'd be trilled. I have to wonder though, what he uses to store 'em all. *imagines cabinets full, shelves running along the ceilings and walls, and cups stuck in various other places.* XD
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Date: 2008-11-20 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-11-23 11:35 am (UTC)You get complaints when you write sex? XD; As in, complaints you don't write enough/don't go into enough detail, you mean? Because I would have thought the opposite would be more common (current case in point).
Seriously though, I'm not feeling too pressured or anything over this one. People want the scene continued, but they've all been very polite about it so I'm happy to take it as a compliment and just keep it in mind as something to continue on with should inspiration hit me. At the same time, responses like yours mean I picked a good place to end it and it'll stand perfectly well as is if I don't continue it. Best of both worlds, in a way. ^_^
and it doesn't always need to be spelled out to be sexy.
*nodnod* And that is a theory I have been working with quite successfully for years. ^^;
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Date: 2008-11-28 01:09 pm (UTC)Yes, as a matter of fact. I get complaints when a) I don't write sex, and b) I do go through all the effort and embarrassment to write sex. "Why isn't it longer?" "Why don't they do it five times instead of one?" "Why aren't you mentioning width and girth and length and stamina?" "Why aren't they doing it in three different positions that are only possible if you remove the spine?" That sort of thing. XD A lot of people are never satisfied unless you write a 100 page orgy. So since people are displeased anyway, I often feel like it's not worth the bother.
But as I said, as long as you're happy, that's good. ^^
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Date: 2008-11-29 08:15 am (UTC)o_O I don't think I've ever even seen comments like that before, most of the comments you see on smut just come down to OMGSEX! Unless this is the ff.net crowd, from whom I would believe just about anything (and that would be extra ironic considering that technically the rules say you're not even allowed to post smut over there, not that this realy stops anyone). There's so much crazy over there that if I started letting ff.net comments have any effect on what I wrote, I don't think I'd dare post anything. XD
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Date: 2008-11-20 09:04 pm (UTC)Will this be continued? *hopes you say yes* .__.
The picture's nice too, by the way. I wish I had a tea cup that nice XD
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Date: 2008-11-21 12:48 am (UTC)The teacup's something I was given as a present by a relative way back when I was a kid - it's been sitting around in my misc ornaments shelf ever since. Been a long time since I've had an excuse to take it down for anything.
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Date: 2008-11-21 02:17 am (UTC)Hope to read more GG/SolxKy fics from u soon/whenever! :D :D :D
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Date: 2008-11-21 02:56 am (UTC)Hope to read more GG/SolxKy fics from u soon/whenever! :D :D :D
I did post a couple of others just in the last two weeks (though I may go back and edit the later one a little more yet based on some of the comments I've been getting). And there's another one with my beta reader as we speak too. ^_^
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Date: 2008-11-21 11:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 03:17 am (UTC)I, too, would not be opposed to reading more.
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Date: 2008-11-21 03:44 am (UTC)...although does this mean, there's no age-of-consent laws in the current universe? Hmmm.
I'm guessing here, but considering that Ky was allowed to command an army at 16, the assumption I'm working on is that if the same age-of-consent and age-of-legal-maturity ideas still exist, then they probably come into play at different ages. Which is not all that unrealistic as something that might have changed a couple of times by the time you get to a society set that far into the future. As a random factoid, according to wikipedia the age of consent in France is only 16 even today, so yeah - plenty of reasons why Ky might have had to stop and wonder why 18 would be the number Sol was working with. ^^;
I am certainly picking up that impression from all over the place today. *g*