I didn't need another idea I won't bother writing, let alone another sequel I won't bother writing.
Particularly since I only wrote three chapters of the original several years ago and just... never got any further. And I only wrote those to exorcise a dream that'd been bothering me for a couple of years before that.
Not that the fucking thing's ever left me alone. It's ironically how I started listening to Franz Ferdinand — for no apparent reason Radio 2 played Walk Away every morning at the same time for a week; by the end my defenses had been shattered — and listening to most of The Killers' Day & Age reminds me of it. Except I Can't Stay. That one never fitted in with the narrative.
Apparently because it was laying in wait to scream I'm a fucking sequel! at me.
The only consolation here is that if there's a sequel, at least Chime got a relatively satisfactory ending to the first one.
...Who am I kidding? David got a sequel and neither he nor Cas exactly got a great ending.
Though David did arguably better than Cas.
Nah. The mental image tells me most stuff sorted itself out, so there's that at least.
Now it can just wait for me to deal with this unwanted third arc for Radial* and Milos's sudden discovery of his sex drive.
* Because the person who hasn't finished either the first or second arcs is highly qualified to start the third.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.