Hello, it is Wednesday and I am back with a new chapter! Among other canon characters getting a lot of focus this year, I have really been enjoying revisiting James and writing things that I haven't dared write about before. It's no secret that he is polyamorous later in life in my stories and, well, this chapter details the beginning of how things come to be this way and how and why he falls for his later other life partner, Lynne. This chapter of mine is heavily inspired by the Disney movie Enchanted, in particular the scene at the ball with the song So Close. Anyone who knows my stories and characters well, knows that James and Lynne are so inspired by so many aspects of that film :P I hope you enjoy!
So, there it was. It had been decided. Jordan had voiced that he did not feel that he could attend the ball held in Cerulean City after all. He had awoken with the pinch of nerves in his stomach and a grey cloud over his head and his head alone, but he thought that he could manage. It would dissipate as the evening drew nearer.
But it did not. He could not. He just did not feel well enough at all.
When Jessie had heard this – and heard James and Lynne not trying to change his mind even once – she was suddenly torn between going and not going. How unusual that it was her of all people to be faced with this dilemma. Lynne was used to Jordan changing his mind last minute, I suppose. And James, well, he was used to attending social gatherings for other people without giving it a second thought whether he wished to attend or not.
It dawned on Jessie that it would be quite a peculiar threesome attending the event.
Her. Her husband, James. And Lynne. Lynne without Jordan.
It was not exactly unusual for them to do things together. In the same way that Lynne was used to Jordan changing his mind, the other two were accustomed to it as well.
But Jessie suddenly remembered that Jaxon had been trying to arrange a video call while on his Pokémon journey with her for more than a week. That was the only evening that suited him. It had not suited Jessie either. But with Jordan saying home, well... It suddenly could suit her.
James was taken aback by his wife deciding that it was best if she stayed behind as well, not only to catch up with her son but so someone other than Justin or Jazmyn was around to check in with Jordan. She had been delighted with the prospect of a ball. Her husband had not suggested something so romantic in quite a while which he been unusual for him.
She had jumped at the chance, even after she realized Lynne had spotted the advertisement for it as well and wanted to go with Jordan, so it had become a whole double date fiasco.
James wondered if he should ask Jordan if he even needed Jessie to stay behind but he did not want to embarrass him like that. The only person he needed to check in with was Jessie. And he knew better than anybody that she did not do anything unless she wanted to!
He could not help but feel confused by it all, confused by the sudden change of things. Also, in a quiet corner of his heart, a thought crept in, wondering why Jessie did not want to spend time with him and Lynne. Wondered if he should even spend time with just him and Lynne.
But in the end, it was settled. And before James knew it, he was attending the ball with Lynne by his side and gazing upon her, dancing with her, and had even been given the opportunity to hold her for the first time in a way that chance had not presented to him before.
He could hardly believe any moment of it. But in the same breath, as one hand had cautiously planted on the small of her back and another had entwined with the digits on her own hand, he could not deny how incredibly right it felt.
James had always sound her utterly stunning. Completely enchanting, to tell you the truth. She had an aura about her that was as if she was not of the green earth, and he believed that she possessed that radiance even during her first venture of life.
In between dancing with her in the best way that he knew how – he was suddenly perversely grateful for the agonizing lessons he had been forced into as a child – he could not help but slide his palm upwards, so it was resting between her two shoulder blades rather than at the base of her spine.
Lynne merely smiled at him, not thinking anything of the touch while he smiled in return, trying to remember his steps. But his touch had been purposeful even if most other things that evening had been entirely intuitive.
He could not feel any angel wings sprouting there.
James did not know if he was disappointed. Did not know if he could kid himself that if his hand lingered there a second too long then his affection for her had the power to allow them to blossom. Part of him was convinced that she had an angelic aura about her anyway and always had, from her first stint on earth to the second one.
But still, he knew there was more to her than met the eye. And he could not help but wonder if his touch alone could coax a bit of magic into reality.
This hand grazed her bare skin as they danced, and the purple material of her strapless dress fanned around her ankles paired with the light in her gaze as she placed on hand on James' shoulder. The other entwined perfectly with his caught the attention of onlookers watching from the balcony above.
Some couples were deciding to sit this dance out entirely. Some were beginning to leave, the heat of the intimacy with their own partner too much for them and needing to exit to begin a private dance of their own. But even these people stopped to watch.
The show, however, came to an end as the tune accompanying that dance faded and the routine ended. Couples who had been sitting that waltz out entwined hands again and descended the stairs to be part of the action once more. Others left the building entirely. Two more people entered not holding hands. To some, they seemed extremely late. To others, they should have been deemed unwelcome. But to fate, they were right on time.
They moved to lean on the balcony, trying to spot which party they should join.
A man with a microphone standing in front of the band began introducing the next dance. His introduction was also met with some instructions: every couple in the ballroom was to ask somebody they had not brought along to the event to dance this one.
Immediately, a knot filled James' throat though he tried to swallow it back and seem spontaneous in front of Lynne. But an immediate gentle smile from her and her hand still on his shoulder though the dance had long since ended told him that he did not need to pretend.
He allowed a particular expression to wash over his face, his lips pressing together so a ripple in his skin appeared next to his mouth and his eyelashes fluttered unsurely. He had never been relaxed when it came to going up to a stranger and trying to charm them. It was a wonder how he had been married for more than a decade and a half!
But that was the thing about James, he did not possess the in-your-face kind of charm, a number of chat up lines and a kind of ease that made you want to go home with him. He had never needed that. When he fell, he fell for good friends who already saw the beauty in him. And when people fell for him – annoyingly, it was not few and far between (!) - they saw a kind of shy intrigue that was more alluring than anything else.
At that point in his life, James did not know that Lynne was one of these people who shared that vision. He knew that she liked him. Somehow, even he had been able to admit that he could tell that much!
She had voiced as such; I suppose that helped. They got on very well. Had a lot in common. Liked to share creative activities and a glass of wine. They had even began looking forward to having the ritualistic New Year's kiss with each other after the first one had been suggested by Jessie and given a haphazard waved hand of encouragement from Jordan.
But still, he was unaware how deep her affections for him ran. He only knew how he felt about her.
To tell you the truth, he was crazy about her. And the last thing he wanted was to ask another woman to dance when he had accepted that the only way he could give her a glimpse of how he truly felt about her was a teasing kiss when the ball dropped yearly at midnight – and had suddenly been given the opportunity to hold her against him in a way that made his heart race.
But, with an innocent kiss planted to his cheek to encourage him to make the most of the evening whether it was with her or not, Lynne's hands left James' shoulders and she knew that she had to wait around to be asked by another man.
James told himself that his prompt departure was him trusting that he could follow her lead and be away from her from at least one dance. But, to tell you the truth, he did not know if he could stomach her hands around somebody else's neck in the way that hers had been ribboned around his.
He could tolerate her embracing Jordan like this. After all, he had come first. And it was not like he did not return from a late night of drinking wine with Lynne to the bed of Jessie, ready to put his passions to good use with skin warm and fuzzy thanks to more than just the company.
In the end, James did not need to ask a woman to dance because she had asked him. He accepted with politeness, and then gratitude when she led him to a place that he could not see Lynne anymore. One hand cupping around the woman's hand as if she were a child and the other clenched palm in the middle of her back to avoid misleading a stranger, the dance begun.
Though he had once been filled with gratitude that he couldn't see Lynne anymore and how she was being held by somebody else, the more that he got into the dance with his own new partner, the more that his eyes couldn't help but search for her though he was supposed to be focusing on the woman in front of him.
Not even her nails digging into his shoulder worked in keeping his attention for very long at all. As they broke apart and he spun her around, he had even more of an opportunity to look for Lynne. And then when his eyes singled her out somehow by the crowd – suddenly certain that with her red hair and her natural grace lighting up the room that he could find her in any crowd – he felt sick in a way that he had not been prepared for.
And it was not because of the way that she was being held by another man, no. Mirroring James' own inadvertent actions, Lynne's own eyes had been searching for him even if her hands were entwined with her dance partners.
That was not anything when her soul had been intertwined with James'. It had happened so slowly that she had not even noticed it at first. But as she danced with somebody else, she realized how true this sentiment rung.
Like a seed joining the soil for the first time, it had begun during all those times shared together, merely chatting away about all sorts of things. Everything under the sun really. Their childhoods. How they met their significant others. Becoming parents.
Lynne had taught James to sew. That had been the spreading of roots. Talking about their biggest regrets while Lynne needed to put yet another plaster on him because he had pricked his thumb yet again.
In return, James had taught Lynne how to neck a bottle of wine and still the haziest sensation that rippled through one's body was when they sat next to each other on the sofa, James pointing out all of his tattoos to her and Lynne wondering what would happen if she reached out and touched the one waiting for its turn and just peeping out of his unbuttoned white shirt.
It had happened so slowly. And now it was happening all at once.
The man speaking into the microphone to thank the band and preparing to announce the next dance could not come soon enough. In fact, both James and Lynne did not stick around to find out if this dance needed to be with another new partner.
They took the exact number of perfect steps and found each other again. Before an unfamiliar dance was even announced, Lynne's hands had slid back onto James' shoulders and this time, both of his hands cupped the small of her back.
Neither of them could deny that they both felt like a dab of paint returning to the bigger picture when they were both by each other's sides, let alone holding each other in the way that they finally had an excuse to seize. The music for the next dance had not even begun and they were already doing a dance of their own, swaying in time to the inaudible music – swaying in time to the love that was beginning to pour out of them.
It could not be stopped. So, they might as well use it to their advantage.
After a couple of moments, the music of the band dampened what was transpiring between the two of them and after a lifetime of falling in line with what was expected of them, they acknowledged the dance that everybody else was doing and copied it as best as they could.
But they felt like they were always one beat out of time. One step too fast or too slow. Something was throwing them off. It was like they were meant to be themselves. When they were with each other, it was as if they were destined to be nothing but them.
The sounds of various boots moving against the ballroom floor slowed to a halt. The stringed instruments of the band let out one final moan for the time being. And as it danced across James' mind how stiff he felt with that other woman and how he could sense Lynne's eyes searching for his even before he found them looking right at him, any joyousness of his mood faded along with the music.
Though Lynne was in his arms and her nose was practically brushed up against his still from when they had been swaying in a way that had been meant just for them, he could not smile at their closeness. Could not blush at the sensation. Could not even allow a twinkle to glisten in his eye just for her.
His heart had opened to something that he could not ignore. And he was not the only one.
Jordan alongside Jessie at the top of the balcony had been preparing to join them after they both left those other partners and joined each other again. But something had stopped them. James and Lynne themselves had stopped them. Not that they even realized.
Jordan gripped onto the railing as he leaned over, peering, and trying to piece together it all. But it came together quickly in the same way that Lynne had found James all over again.
That moment right there was the beginning of a long journey up ahead. And all he could do was watch. To make sense of it all. And to see with his own eyes something that he had brushed away from his mind's eye for quite some time.
Down on the ballroom floor, Lynne spotted James' change in demeanor from the second that the thunder in his mood boomed. Her nose brushed against his once more as she departed from being so close to him so she could get a proper look at his expression, though it quickly broke her heart. Worried her heart.
Feeling her gaze on him, James tried to make it go away. But it was no use. There was no denying it. He had been captured by a state of agony mixed with the most indescribable bliss. Now he could just feel the pure agony muddying any of the euphoria.
James' jaw clenched underneath Lynne's fingers reaching out to him, and she was unable to resist tracing her touch there.
What was he going to do?
"You look sad." Lynne told him, her eyes of the ocean scanning up and down his face, James trying to set free a quiet laugh of disagreement in a breath of air from his lungs, but it did not come. He could not fake it. Lynne's hand settled, cupping his cheek. "You're sad."
She watched the knot that penciled down his brow as his eyes shut and immediately knew that she was right. She knew that she had been right from the second that she sensed it, let alone actually voiced it with words.
Her own eyebrows knotted – albeit much more gently – when James' eyes fluttered open, but this gesture was not to look across to her with fondness like he often did. He could scarcely meet her studiously caring eyes and she did not feel any better when he falsified a smile.
She may have been unable to resist cupping her cheek, but she knew that it would be crossing a line to brush her thumb across his lower lip, trying to coax an actual smile from there.
She secretly wished to do more than touch him there. She wanted to kiss him. But it was not midnight. And it was still many more months until the New Year.
"I'm not sad." he lied to her. Perhaps lied to her for the very first time. Lynne could tell what he was doing from the way that as her eyes continually scanned him up and down, she caught sight of his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and the way that a mottled blush choked his neck.
Her own skin in contrast ran cold and she moved her hand away from his cheek just in case he could feel it. But she did not have the nerve to move away from him entirely. His presence alone brought her comfort. Her hand brushing against him in the most innocent of ways calmed her in a way that she had never experienced before.
Lynne could not stop both of her hands from resting on his shoulders as she talked to him, remaining firm in her observations even if he had denied them. And it had pained her to have him deny them.
"Talk to me, James." she told him.
James had felt so buckled in his feelings that he was certain that nothing could penetrate them. His emotions let alone his posture felt as though he was in a strait jacket. He had to be cool. He had to be calm. He could not show for a single second what was racing through him.
No.
The words that he could not trust himself to hold back would ruin his marriage. Would ruin their friendship. Would ruin everything.
He had been so naive. To think that he once thought that he could dance with her and laugh with her while in the middle of a waltz and brush her hair out of the way of between them when it accidentally went into his mouth during one spin and not fall for her more than he already had.
He had been so naive. Utterly stupid. He needed to keep everything to himself. He was brimming with a cocktail of agony and bliss. He believed that he could encourage it back the other way if only he tried hard enough.
But then Lynne had spoken to him. In that soft, almost whispered natural tone of hers that made him melt. And she had said his name. When she said his name, it was as if it was joined by heaven's choir even when she was saying it to jokingly tell him off.
And she had touched him. Continually held him in her own way. Her touch barely weighed down on his shoulders at all with her feather-light touch. But it was the sensation of something brewing from her heart to his that made him feel like he was drowning.
Drowning. And yet being satiated all in one go.
"I..." James' words tried to run away from him before he could stop them. He knew he should stop them. Had to stop them. People were beginning to dance all around them both. But the only thing that danced between them was his words fighting for their chance. It was as if they were the only people in the room. "I'm falling in love with you, and I don't know how to stop it..."
In Lynne's mind, no moment of hesitance existed and certainly no moment of regret as James' words tumbled out of his mouth and seemed to grow wings and flutter about between the two of them. Flutter for only the two of them to see. Flutter for only the two of them to hear.
A strangled gasp overtook Lynne's throat. But it was not a dreadful sound. Not a horrible sound. Though James' heart was hammering in his chest, and he was looking down at both their feet pointing towards each other, he heard nothing but beauty in her reaction. Even if he told himself that things were now ruined. That this was probably the last time they could see each other.
That she could never feel the same way. Even if she cared for him - loved him - it was not like that.
"James..." Lynne breathed out his name as if it were a spell brimming with magic and it was the only thing she could say. Only thing she wanted to say. But if this was the case, other words still soon joined them. James relinquished and was brave enough to look at her when her arms tightened around his neck all over again. "Would it scare you if I told you that I already have fallen for you...?" Both James and Lynne swallowed for different reasons. "And I didn't bother doing anything to stop it...?"
What Lynne wishes that she said was that, like James unbeknownst to her, she did not know if she could stop it. James' heart was suddenly feeling as though it was going to pack up from the conversation that they were having while the world danced all around them, let alone the way that her arms were wrapping around his neck as if it were not on her agenda to let him go ever again.
Though he wanted more than anything to lean in closer to her – he did not even need to kiss her, just brushing his nose against hers was more than enough – he felt himself drawing backwards. His eyelashes had fluttered together like the wings of a butterfly, but it seemed as if that could not protect him from everything.
His eyes began to dampen. To glisten. He swallowed a second time. This time, unlike Lynne's one to give herself a pause, this one was another to make sure he was actually in reality. He was actually in that reality with her. And she was honestly saying all these things.
Simply knowing her was like a wonderful dream. So, he did not dare allow himself to believe that any of this was even happening.
This just did not happen. She was an angel. He was a human. Someone to learn from at the most.
This sort of thing was just too wonderful to happen.
"Yes." James could not help but set this word free from him and along with it came a chuckle and a smile. True ones this time. Lynne was torn between the joy of his light and the hurt of his word. "I mean no. Yes. But no. No." Lynne's heart soared, and she could not hold back her own gestures. Her thumb pressed closer to his chin than his lower lip, but it was still there. "I've fallen deeply in love with you and continue to do so..."
Lynne wanted more than anything to continue to gaze upon his face as if he were the rising sun and she were an onlooker and wanted to bask in his words because she knew that they were true. Felt that they were true. And not just because they rung true for her as well.
But Lynne wanted to be even closer to him. Needed to be closer.
Her lower lip fell into her mouth as she pulled herself closer to him by hugging onto his neck and she allowed her cheek to brush against his nose. Within moments his nose was nuzzling against her skin with affection. With love. With disbelief. But love all the same.
James was scared. Frightened. But he told himself that could wait.
He was then basking in a miracle, and he did not want anything to ruin it. Did not wish to do anything that would make that dark cloud come back.
"Oh James, I feel the same way." she breathed out near him. Breathed out in response to his presence. To his affection. One hand of hers continually looped around his neck and the other set up a home underneath his locks cascading down his neck. "This makes me happy. Why does it make you sad?"
James did not wish to do anything that would make that heavy cloud return. He did not imagine that Lynne would do anything to burst his bubble. But she did.
He trusted that she did not mean to. The last thing he wanted was to feel differently to her. He would have loved to look at all this as if it were a wonderful thing. It was a wonderful thing. But everything in life had a dark side.
And the dark side of his love for Lynne and her love for him was that it could be nothing more than a feeling.
Unlike their love for each other growing inside one and other, when it came to reality, they did not know if it could put down roots.
James was the only one brave enough to voice this.
"I'm falling in love with someone, and not only could I lose everybody and everything around me but lose them repeatedly too." he told her. He whispered in a way that he could not help but do when it came to her, let alone how it pooled out of him with even more naturalness because of their closeness.
And that was that. It was out there. The dark side of their magical love had been voiced.
Lynne could feel her hand threatening to tremble and therefore tumble out of James' locks. But in the end, as these words burned like acid on her skin as even she could not deny them or put a positive spin on them, she found her fingers running through his hair even more for comfort.
He brought her the kind of peace that she could not even put into words. Somehow, even when he was bursting her bubble, she wanted nothing more than to hear it from him. It was as if she were so safe with him that it did not matter if he brought sunshine or rain.
She was simply happy to be part of anything with him at all.
Silently running her hand through the back of his hair, Lynne pondered thoughtfully to herself. This encouraged a new kind of agony within James' heart. He looked upon her, believing that it really would not be too long at all until she walked out of his life, deciding that it was all too much. All too messy.
He was all too messy.
He did not know why she gave him the time of day at all. Let alone her heart to him.
"I know exactly how that feels..." Lynne suddenly told James, her hand falling out of his locks because it was ready rather than departed out of shock. Her arms were back around his neck. The pain within James was dissipating. He was then alive with hope when her gaze met his and sparkled – he prayed that this diamond was for him – before her forehead rested against his. "I feel exactly the same way as you."
James could tell that if anything was going to make her arms fall away from his neck then it was not going to be her. This gave him the courage to, as he basked in the closeness with her that he did not know if or how he could get used to, his hands slid down her back and ended up on her hips, pulling her closer.
His hands may have dared to move but his lungs did not dare to breathe. Her nose touched against his and she brushed her cheek against the tip of his and he could not help but send one word out into the ether.
"Really?" he murmured. He did not know why this was suddenly something to question. Ever since he had known her, she had offered him nothing but kindness. Their conversation and their ease had led to a friendship. He had eagerly awaited her next visit, growing happier and happier to see her the more time that she was granted back on earth with Jordan.
She had never held back from him. Not really. She had never held back from anything. She was one of those rare people who loved unapologetically albeit gently, and you knew when she cared for you because she showed you.
James, however, still did not know how deep her love for him ran. It would not be until the end of the year that he would truly know.
But for now, he was getting a small idea. Even if the natural disbelief of his character and skepticism of good things made him question at least once or twice.
"Really." Lynne's words seemed prompt to James even with all those thoughts that he had possessed in between. Despite their quickness, her words were full of gentility as ever. Even her pause was like a soft embrace. "Truly."
James could not help but smile again. Another honest one. Lynne could feel it from the way that his cheek momentarily brushed against hers. But then he needed to add some distance to look at her. To gaze upon her. To bask in her presence.
To him, she was an angel. An enchantress. And he wanted nothing more than to be continually enchanted by her.
"Then..." James needed his own moment to pause before he could set these words free as well. There and then, he was half agony, and he was half hope. He was brimming with the sensation of being alive for the first time in an exceedingly long time. "Then... Where do we go from here?" The words that James had asked himself once he had been brave enough to admit them were suddenly more than just on the tip of his tongue. "What are we going to do?"
Before, Lynne had been the one to bring a dark cloud over James' head. Not that she meant to. This time, it was James to wave a magically invisible wand and cast a storm over her. Not that he meant to either.
But nothing was ever straight forward. This certainly was not. James had voiced one of the reasons why. Lynne wanted to reach down into that unfalteringly positive part of herself and put a sunshiny spin on it all.
But she could not.
She loved him. She was in love with him. But she loved Jordan too. And they often went away. They probably would again very soon. She had felt it the morning that she woke up. And every time the wind had blown outside of the window – everyone else believed that it was the last bitter wind of winter before spring – she knew that her time was approaching rapidly.
Therefore, her time with James was decreasing rapidly.
But all she could do was do what she had always done. Live like she had lived long before she had died. To be brave. Brave for more people than just herself.
Her eyes pricking with tears, Lynne managed to break her gaze away from James long enough to see everybody else around them both still dancing. An urge surged through her before she looked back at him all over again.
Without missing a beat, she had taken note of what dance was taking place and was able to take James' hands in hers at the right time, encouraging him to dance along with her. Instantly, his throat gulped, and his eyes momentarily fluttered shut as he knew exactly what that meant without her saying the words.
But then he copied her. He moved with her. To tell you the truth, he would have moved with her whatever she had done.
If she had disappeared, then he would surely disappear right alongside of her. His heart was hers. And it went wherever she went. Even if they stopped being together.
"We just dance for now." she whispered into his ear in a moment that allowed them to embrace each other because the dance left room for improvisation. James let another breath escape from him, and his arms wrapped around her waist, half in waltz and half in tender embrace. "We enjoy the fact that we at least have this evening. And that our feelings are shared with each other..."
And with that, James needed to fall in line with everybody else and though he wanted nothing more than to pull Lynne closer than ever before, he stretched his arm and let her spin away from him, catching a glimpse of her skirts billowing around her ankles before he knew that he didn't want to fall in line with everybody else anymore.
Whatever other stories were going on were theirs. But this one was his. This one was for him and Lynne. This dance was for him and Lynne. She had told him that this is what they needed to do for the time being to share their affections. So, he was going to do it to the utmost degree.
For the first time in his life, he felt no resentment for his childhood and called upon the skills that he had learned and picked Lynne up while they danced, watching her tuck her own hair behind her ear and look down at him with a feeling that only they knew all too well.
He might have been granting her wish – honoring her words – by dancing in the way that only they could for the evening, but James could not help but feel that it was not enough. Their love then was not enough. It was... and it was not.
James needed... Not merely just more from her. From them. From what had only just been set free between them but had been transpiring for years. He did not merely need more. He just needed answers. Needed reassurance. Needed an even greater degree of hope.
But, as he put her down on her feet and she moved back coordinated with him straight away as if he had not just been leading, her hands planting back adoringly on his shoulders, James looked back at her with all the love in the world and he decided to trust in her words. Most importantly, he decided to trust in her.
Trust that that is indeed enough for there and then. And, like always even though it sometimes does not seem to be that way, he needed to realize that he did not have a clue of what the next day would bring. He did not have a clue when he would next lose her. But he knew that he could not care. As much as he did.
For the time being, James had Lynne dancing all around him. Had her right there with him. Had her in his arms. Feeling the same way as him. Loving him. Granting him a wish that he had never even wished before because he was so certain it could never come true.
For that evening, James had Lynne in his life. Had her in his embrace. So, he continued dancing with her, joining a room full of people but still feeling like it was just them in their own little world.
But the truth is, they were not alone. They were not just joined by a ballroom full of dancers and an orchestra full of musicians, all part of one big story and a lot of different little stories.
Jordan had watched the whole thing from the top of the stairs and while leaning over the balcony. Jessie was there too. After staring wordlessly for the entire time, he finally turned to look at the other woman leaning with him.
Words still did not come. He thought that he had been too unwell in himself to attend. And now... Well... He did not exactly feel unwell in the way that he usually did. But he had witnessed something unfolding that had been undeniable and Jessie felt the same way as him.
Yes.
That was the moment that they too felt something as well. They had seen it. That was the beginning of a long journey ahead. One with their own paths intertwined. And they just had to hope that theirs with their spouses would remain as intertwined as James and Lynne's clearly were together.
There was no ignoring it anymore. For that was the kind of thing that waited lifetimes to transpire.
There left only one question to remain:
Did they have the power to stop it?
Actually, there was another question too:
Did they even wish to stop it?
The End.
There you go, thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! This chapter was so fun for me to write because I was able to put in so many elements of conversations about James and Lynne that Shannon and I had years ago. It's not really fun for Jordan and Jessie. As romantic as James and Lynne's love story is, there are aspects that can certainly make you feel uncomfortable. I do love their relationship, as much as I can see the moments that are not ideal and would cause a lot of pain to other people. I don't think James imagined this life for himself, certainly not during his Team Rocket days and he was terrified of commitment thanks to Jessbelle. Perhaps even now he does have commitment issues. But it's issues being with just one person rather than anyone xD Thanks again and I'll be back on another Wednesday soon so see you then perhaps!
Amy signing out :)