So, shockingly, this next part is from Biana's perspective. Really surprising, I gave you absolutely no warning about that, I know. So anyways, I'm just doing a bit of writing when I can, so I might not be the best at updating. Also, random question: anyone else really love musicals? My favourites are Into the Woods, Six, Hamilton and In the Heights.

Biana lay face down, sinking into the soft cushions of her bed. What had she DONE? Everything was FINE, and then I had to go and try to kiss her. Stupid stupid STUPID, she berated herself. Why did I ever think I had a chance with her? It's obvious she likes boys. She would never be a weird defect like me. Biana remembered Sophie's face right before she leaped away and started crying again. As soon as she got home, she had ran to her room, locked the door and collapsed sobbing on her bed. She had remained there since then, too tired and embarrassed to get up, reliving every rejection she had ever experienced - proof that she didn't belong in the Lost Cities. Or anywhere.

This wasn't the first time that something similar to this had happened. She'd had some weird crush-like things before - not that she'd ever actually admit to anyone, including herself, that a crush was what she had. She'd liked Maruca for a couple of years, but eventually had just...stopped. Biana didn't know if she really had stopped liking Maruca, or if she had just figured out how to shut it off, but she had also, through the sheer force of willing to be normal, turned off the part of her brain that thought about it. She perfected making it disappear...until she met Sophie.

The first thing Biana had thought when she saw Sophie was, ohmygod, there go all my chances of acting normal, wearing MY FREAKING DRESS (EEEEE!), looking way too good than she has any right to. The first thing she said to Sophie was "Is that my dress?" Sophie being Sophie, she obviously, in her clumsy yet cute way of doing things, asked if she wanted it back. And Biana, trying to act cool and absolutely NOTHING like the complete lovelorn idiot she was, said it was fine and called the dress frumpy. Which wasn't true on either account, and she ended up freaking out and losing sleep and, for the longest time, pushing Sophie away. Of course, then the whole thing with the kidnapping happened, and a few years later, Biana would have even called them friends. Even best friends. Up until yesterday. The day she would only ever remember as The Day My Life Spontaneously Combusted.

Yay! More angst, just like I promised. I'm not really sure about the plot right now, and I'm kinda just writing what's in my head and the story I need to write at the moment, so this is probably going to have quite a bit of plot twists and a little bit of Fitz bashing (or whatever other characters/ships I don't like). Please don't take offence, I'm not going to say anything about people who do like the characters or ships that I don't, but consider this a warning.

 - your favourite gay imp, over & out