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Felix Gaeta ([personal profile] not_a_traitor) wrote2024-03-22 10:12 pm
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lovethyneighb_or: (ubi caritas)

[personal profile] lovethyneighb_or 2026-02-02 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
“Now you’re starting to sound like a movie stud,” he teases, even as confusion knits his brow. He bends down to let the dove in his arms go. “But I’m glad today has been kind to you.”

Something is definitely up. Felix has never spoken to him quite like this. Is there something going on with the island? It seems like the wrong time for another island-wide disaster. What was in the news for this season’s latest bout of situations…? Anything about…

… oh. Oh, yes, goodness.

“You were walking when it began to snow again, yes? Do you think… er, that is to say—did you see any ‘pink’ snowflakes on the way over?”
not_a_traitor: (say again?)

[personal profile] not_a_traitor 2026-02-06 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Gaeta, midway through taking a sip of his own tea, stops.

"Oh, frak me," he groans as he lowers his mug. "That's what it -- "

Because of course, now that Mulcahy's said it, he can remember the brief blurb in the newspaper, too. Smugly, the Web plucks one of the especially pink threads drifting around the yard and ties it in a neat bow around that particular connection. (Thanks, O Great Spinner of Schemes. You couldn't have done that five minutes ago?)

"Everything's -- " He gestures, like he can draw what he's seeing out of the air and present it for Francis's perusal. "I kept getting stuck on 'pink' for some reason. It's not really a color, it just, uh, feels pink, I don't know. The threads around the house and around you. Us. Um."

If his grin was sheepish before, it's downright embarrassed now.

"I guess that's why...?"
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[personal profile] lovethyneighb_or 2026-02-10 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Mulcahy huffs something like a laugh, then reaches up to pinch Gaeta's cheek. "Aren't you charming? It's harmless enough, so I say we take the opportunity to enjoy ourselves for once instead of worrying."

It's so rare that the twists of this island are this small and benign. A little more bashfulness in the day may as well be a gift.

"I'm right about done out here. Why don't we go inside before your toes freeze?"
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