Jupiter is often referred to as the star that failed. Max thinks about that, sometimes, when they're racing and he's just passed Daniel on track. He can look in his rearview mirrors and see the little three on the AlphaTauri—Daniel, in a shitty car he outperforms every weekend, and Max, already set for the podium.
When Max is particularly bored, he rewatches old races from 2014, ‘16, ‘18 and thinks about it, unbidden—how if Lewis and Max simply didn't exist, it might’ve been Daniel on the top step at the very end of the season. Daniel fighting for titles and wins, not letting anyone keep the 1st place cap on their head long enough to mess up their hair. If he'd just been a little quicker, a little more ruthless; if he'd stuck around long enough for the Honda engine, the RB19. If Daniel had just been a fraction of a second better.
Then Max feels bad for ever thinking such a thing. Not because it isn’t true, but because it sounds like something his dad would say.
Jos used to buy Max magazines full of interviews by Senna, Prost, Mansell. He said they were full of stars. He laughed at Max when they got home after Zandvoort in 2011, back when Max was still in karting and Daniel was just starting out in F1, and Max had said: "I want to be just like him."
That Christmas Jos bought Max a poster of Nigel Piquet and said, "This is the type of man you should be looking up to." Max hung it up on his ceiling that night and stared at it. He had thought, privately, that if Piquet was a star then he must have been one of those small stars, the ones that you can’t really see from Earth without a telescope. Daniel was closer, brighter. Sun-like.
He tore down the poster the next morning.
Jos was right, of course, to steer Max towards more successful heroes. Jos would never point to Daniel's article in GQ Sports and tell Max he's looking at a star. Daniel smiles at him, though, on the paddock and off, and it feels like sunshine.
He tells Daniel as much during the summer break, in Daniel's Monaco apartment, tipsy off some expensive wine Max can't even pronounce the name of.
"Jupiter is a very stupid planet," Max is ranting, unreasonably pissed about it. "You know, it has ninety-five moons? The fuck does it need ninety-five moons for? Stupid." He chugs another sip of wine, straight from the bottle. Daniel does the same.
"Jupiter?" Daniel muses after he swallows, less inebriated than Max but still drunk enough to have begun sitting on the couch upside down. The top of his skull almost touches the floor. "Mate, don't diss Jupiter like that. Space gets lonely, maybe."
Max snorts. "It is a planet, Daniel, it does not get lonely. It should just have one moon, or no moons. It is not very loyal."
"It is a planet, Maximus, it cannot be loyal," Daniel says back to him, snarky, in a high-pitched voice and a bad Dutch accent.
"Is that supposed to be me?" He shoves at him, accidentally causing Daniel's head to bang against the floor. Whatever. He deserves it. "Name one good thing about Jupiter."
Daniel shrugs as best as he can. "Biggest planet in our solar system or whatever the fuck. Why are we talking about Jupiter again?"
"Because it is awful, and my dad is not correct." Daniel laughs, at that.
"What? Does your dad, like, love Jupiter or something?"
Max points, accusatory. "See, that is exactly the point! He does not love Jupiter! In fact, he is awful about Jupiter!"
Max can almost see the gears in Daniel's head grind together slowly. "Then why are you dissing Jupiter?"
Max groans. His thoughts make less and less sense the more he goes on. "I am not, of course, dissing Jupiter. I am simply pointing out the fact that Jupiter is not a star and you, obviously, are a star." He's getting lost in his own, brilliant analogy.
Daniel says, "Oh yeah, Maxy?" He has his stupid smile on, the one that Max knows means he thinks Max is crazy but will indulge him anyway. "Well it's very nice that you think so."
"Of course I think so," Max scoffs, perfectly serious. He hates that he can't really look Daniel in the eye, sitting right-side-up. He opts to sit like Daniel, head towards the floor and legs slung over the back of the couch, so he can stare directly at him. "I am being serious."
"Well, I'm serious about that Jupiter shit. Best planet ever. Number one Jupiter defender, right here," Daniel slurs, pointing at himself and flashing his brilliant, sun-warm smile.
Max can't help but smile too.
"You are very stupid," he says, and it sounds like something else. "I am trying to tell you that I think you—you." He flushes, cutting himself off and looking away from Daniel, up towards the ceiling.
"Ah, whatever Maxy. You just can't accept Jupiter's superiority."
Max tries one last time, to make him understand. "Jupiter is called the star that failed," he says, trying to prove something.
Daniel is looking at him, he can feel it. His stare burns a hole in the side of Max's head. "I'm okay with that," he says, suddenly very very soft. "Jupiter's the biggest planet in the solar system. He's got a whole ninety-five moons."
"But he is not a star," Max scowls.
Daniel smiles again, smaller. Kinder. "He gets to orbit a star. He gets to be the biggest planet, and orbit a fucking star, the best star in the universe. That's a pretty sweet deal if you ask me."
Max shakes his head and says, "You are unbelievable." He reaches over to grab Daniel's stupid face and kiss him, and promptly falls off the couch.
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Accidents Happen: Chapter 2 - Fate
You didn't know where Lady Cassandra was leading you but you hoped she wasn't taking you to the dungeons.
Anywhere but the dungeons would be far better than being taken there.
“Tell me, maiden” Lady Cassandra started to speak again. “What brought you here to this castle?” She asked.
The question was innocent enough and the answer to it was simple.
“My family sent me here,” You told her.
She stopped in her tracks and turned around to stare at you. “Your family?” She questioned.
You looked at her a bit confused before nodding your head slowly. “Yes, my lady” You said. “My family were the ones to send me here”
She looked at you in a strange way before she shook her head and chuckled. “Are you certain of your answer?”
You blinked at her for a moment before answering her. “Of course,” You told her. “Why wouldn't I be?”
She seemed to be thinking about your words for awhile before smiling. “You're a strange one,” She said.
You couldn't help yourself but wonder what she meant by those words.
“How so?” You asked her with a small tilt of your head to the side.
“You seem quite confident in what you believe,” Lady Cassandra remarked. “Yet I can tell by the simplest details about you that there's uncertainty hiding beneath that confidence”
You frowned at her words. “Is that so?”
The other woman nodded, her expression being unreadable. “Indeed,” She told you. “It's as if you're carrying a burden that you're not even fully aware of”
“What very intriguing observation, Lady Cassandra” You replied. “Though I'm afraid you must be mistaken about any burden I may carry” You paused for a moment to think about your words. “I assure you that I am fully aware of my circumstances and the reasons for my presence here”
“Perhaps,” Lady Cassandra hummed. “I could be wrong but there are things yet to be revealed, both to you and to me”
You weren't sure if it was the cold air of the night but a chill ran down your spine.
“There are forces at play we cannot fully understand, maiden” She continued.
“Such as?” You questioned.
“Fate,” She answered. “Such things are beyond our understanding and of our control” She added.
“Fate,” You repeated, leaving the word to hang in the air for a while. “It's a.. odd thing, isn't it?” You mumbled.
“Strange and unnatural” She nodded in response.
“I don't like where this conversation is heading” You admitted.
Lady Cassandra chuckled at your words. “Not a fan of the unknown, I suppose?”
“No,” You shook your head. “I can't say that I am” You muttered.
Lady Cassandra was at it again, staring back to you with an unreadable look in her eyes.
“Come follow me,” She spoke, taking a step forward before holding her hand out to you.
You hesitated only briefly before reaching out a hand to take hers.
“To where, my lady?” You asked her.
“You'll find out,” She replied, dragging you to where ever it was that she wanted to go.
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