Es’mena mulled over Black Jack’s words. In her quarters, the
engines and propellers whirred through the stern with a low hum – a sound much
different and more welcome to her than the constant chatter of some tavern. Oh,
she smiled and bared through social interaction for the chance to find yet
another potential alliance. Sometimes it was even truly entertaining. But it
grew tiring and she grew annoyed. Her quarters were much preferred. The rich
reds and golds, plush rug, dark wood, and the expansive stained glass window
that showed her the sea of clouds that the Runner sailed slowly upon…all of it
was a comfort to her. Almost as much as a comfort as the quiet music playing
and the glass of cheap, bitter wine in her hand.
Okay so while I was sneakily watching FBAWTFT at midnight
(it’s now 3am…oops!), I was struck by the urge to write something and I need to
write it down before I forget it.
So, like, this isn’t an original idea at all but just hear
me out… Tina mulling over being a mother on the first few months or whenever
after their first child has been born, and comparing herself to Queenie while also
doubting herself because she cannot ask her own mother for advice and she can’t
remember a great deal about her parents now…so, like, she’s thinking to herself
“how can I be a good mother when I lost my own/am I going to be a good mother”
but also fluff because ofc she will, and Newt knows she will, and the baby
loves her and asdfghjkl;
So it’s late, I’m tired, but I had to share that and ask if
anyone might be interested in me writing a fic like that.