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"It’s hard being a polyamorous action hero,” Stelle said, looking up from her phone, “‘cos whenever I have flashbacks to all my dead wives it takes like twenty minutes to get through all of it.”
“You make it sound like you’re just feeding women to your tragic backstory,” March huffed.
“Doesn’t it ruin the point of the flashbacks if we’re still alive?” Firefly said.
Stelle put down her phone and reclined in her chair, settling into the bit for the long haul. “But you all did die at some point though, which is the important bit,” she said.
March rolled her eyes, saying, “isn’t the important bit that you’re missing your wife? Or, wives I guess.”
“She missed us on Amphoreus, even though we were still alive, so maybe it counts?” Firefly suggested.
March scratched her head, “I guess with the state I was in then it would count. Wait, why am I encouraging this?”
“I guess the hardest part is that you and Fly are together too,” Stelle said, “like do I just have scenes of the two of you together, ooor some separate too. Or all separate?”
Firefly snorted, struggling to speak through laughter as she said, “maybe flashback Firefly has her own dead wife flashback to March?”
“Hey, why do you get to have the Flashback-ception?!” March huffed, “you’ve been way more dead than me!”
“We didn’t really know each other at the time,” Firefly said, “Stelle and I were at least… well… there was something at the time.”
Stelle scratched the back of her neck in thought, “yeah I don’t know how to phrase that either. We’re taking some liberties anyway, since neither of you have actually put a ring on it yet anyway.”
“Come on, we’ve not been together that long!” March said, “besides, we’re the power couple who took down a Lord Ravager together, that’s way cooler than marriage!”
Firefly laughed, before saying, “I could explain why we’re not married yet, but, the script…”
Stelle groaned. Of course the script was involved. She turned to Castorice, who so far had been quietly staring out of the window. “You okay Cas?”
“Huh? Sorry, I got lost in thought,” Castorice said. “Um, instead of doing a traditional flashback sequence, I would have an opening sequence to the story where it outlines your relationships with your wives before getting to the action. It would change the pacing of the story, but it means the ‘action’ latter isn’t interrupted by long flashbacks.”
“As expected from our resident writer,” Firefly beamed.
Cas blushed gently, a smile spreading across her face.
“Not to mention, Cas is the only one who’s actually proposed to Stelle,” March said with a grin.
Cas’ blushed deepened as she protested, “it wasn’t meant as a proposal! Though I-I can see why it might look that way…”
“Hold on,” Firefly said, “didn’t you live through thirty million cycles, Cas?”
Cas let out a snort of laughter as she realised what Firefly was getting at, “only two, maybe three, cycles of Castorice had any connection to Stelle, and the current me was never trapped in the nether realm, so that’s still only two dead wife slots taken.”
Stelle heard her phone buzz with a notification. She checked it, and realised that Silver Wolf must have been listening in on their conversation.
Silver Wolf:
All I did was send you a joke
Why are you all so weird