And Nothing Changed
A young man with dark hair was lying in the grass under a tree, a neat stack of papers and an ink well were sitting nearby, and a well fed little yellow duck was sitting placidly on his chest. He was absentmindedly petting the duck while talking to her quietly, "I suppose a break would be good for me, but do you have to sit on my chest? You're so fat and heavy!"
The little duck only glared at him before closing her eyes again, she wasn't one to let him get under her skin. Not anymore, at least.
"I think I've gotten some good writing done so far though, don't you think Duckie?" The young man looked at her for a response before going back to staring at the sunlight filtering through the tree's leaves.
Duckie nodded sleepily as a response, she look quite proud of him.
"I've gotten a lot better, I could probably write you back into a girl."
At this the duck seemed quite upset and started making a big fuss; flapping wildly, quacking loudly, and giving the young man her most ducky glare.
"All right, all right, I understand. I wouldn't do that. I know there's too much risk of starting the story again." The young man held up his hands defensively and promised Duckie he wouldn't try to write a story about her until she settled down.
Eventually she sat back down and let him start petting her again, lulling into a doze again. She began to snore quietly as he continued to pet her.
"It wouldn't work anyways, I've already tried too many times to count. I suppose you're meant to just be a duck." The young man murmured, "But that's alright, as long as I can stay by your side I'm happy." He continued to pet her as she dozed, and stared up at the leaves of the tree swaying in the wind. It was a just another quiet day in his peaceful life and he was satisfied with that.
Big thanks to Wrightless Rose for your kind review.
So yeah, this one was really short. I don't know, I wanted to write a chapter about Fakir not turning Duckie back into a girl but I just couldn't write what I wanted. I don't know, I don't think he'd even try to write her into a girl because 1. that negates everything he said to her during the finale when she didn't want to give up her pendant and 2. there really is too much risk of setting things in motion all over again. But yeah, I finally got something written for this and can move onto one of the more fun chapters. I hope you can see the image in your head: a taller, more mature Fakir laying under a tree next to the lake with little, fat, old Duckie dozing on his chest. I liked the serene image and was finally the only one I could write without hating myself. Of course Duckie misses being a girl, dancing ballet, chatting with her friends, and fighting with Fakir so he'd at least try to give her her life back but in the end I think they'd have accepted her true form and gone on with life just like during the end song of the last episode. So bittersweet!