❝ 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ❞
when monse's life takes an unexpected turn, she goes to drastic measures to get it back on track
[season 1-2]
[jj x fem!oc]
[slow updates]
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╔═══════☼═══════╗ V DUNEFOOT ╚═══════════════╝
LONG AFTER THE other Pogues had left the chateau riddled with doubtful queries, only two remained. Monse and John B against the world, as it always has been.
Monse could see the uncertainty on her friends faces when John B found the compass. They are hesitant, or even adamant, on pushing against the idea of Big John being alive. Monse doesn't want to think that way, she never did and she never will.
The Clearwater girl casts a glance to the boy on the hammock with her. They're sitting top and tail as John B admires the old artifact of the Routledge family. Monse knows the history behind the compass and she understands what finding it means for her best friend.
"Do you remember..." Monse begins with a faint smile on her face, "Do you remember when we met?"
John B tears his sights away from the compass to nod, "Yeah. We were five, right?"
"I think so," Monse says, "It was the first time my dad brought me here from Maine. I had never been to a beach that was warm and wasn't made of rocks."
"You know, I remember the moment we met. The exact moment. We were on the beach and you said hello in Abenaki and I had absolutely no idea what you were saying." John B laughs softly.
"Your dad understood me. I thought you would, too." Monse shrugs, "You learned eventually, though."
A comfortable silence falls between them, memories of the past overcoming them in waves. Everything that has happened has led her to him. Ever since Monse was born, she knew she was meant to be here with John B.
She isn't sure if it's destiny, fate, or just dumb luck, but she's grateful for whatever force pushed them together. Nothing can tear them apart, even if the same force is now fighting against them.
"The others don't want to give you false hope. They're ready for the worst," Monse tells John B, meeting his gaze once more, "But something is changing, and it started the moment we found that compass. I think whatever change it is, it's a good one."
A smile appears on John B's face, and Monse finds herself sending one back to him. They both are on the same page, the same chapter of life, and they want to see what the rest of the book has to offer together.
From the moment they met, Monse Hurit Clearwater and John Booker Routledge knew that they'd follow each other anywhere. They can't rely on much, but they can rely on that.
