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im_torchwood) wrote2015-04-11 10:15 am
im_torchwood) wrote2015-04-11 10:15 am
Fin and Willy
Jack drove to Fin's in the West End, following the man's instructions. The building was beautiful- Jack couldn't fault the architecture of gentrification.
"Here we are," he said, parking next to a powerful black and silver motorcycle. "Lead the way."
His coat billowed as he followed Fin, his posture perfectly straight. This looked less like a hook up and more like a militarty operation as Jack followed Fin to his home.
"Here we are," he said, parking next to a powerful black and silver motorcycle. "Lead the way."
His coat billowed as he followed Fin, his posture perfectly straight. This looked less like a hook up and more like a militarty operation as Jack followed Fin to his home.
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"That's not fair," Fin argued. "God, that's so not fair. Like I could stop myself from falling in love if it happened."
He looked visibly upset then, rubbing his face and closing his eyes. "Just forget it. I wont, okay? I wont."
Brushing past Willy, he headed into the bedroom and shut the door, ending the conversation abruptly.
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Fin's upset touched Willy with a pain that made his very skin burn. The young man left the room and Willy looked at the closed door. It may as well have been a vast chasm for how far he felt from his love. He tipped and lay down on the sofa, a mighty prince brought low by fate.
He realized then in a way he'd never realized before that no matter what, good or ill, Fin was going to bring his death. He understood then why his mother hated the mortal.