Faroe Lives AU
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He’d been crying (John remembered that much, remembered thinking he actually possessed the ability to reach out and dry Arthur’s face if his stupid fucking arms weren’t so heavy), tears streaming down his cheeks and dribbling over his chin, panting so hard that John feared he might black out and crumple to the floor next to him in a pile of too-thin limbs.
And he remembered what his friend had said to him in that moment, breath practically nonexistent, voice saturated and breaking and—despite it all—with such an overwhelming undercurrent of relief, the kind of which one only felt after years upon years of unmitigated pain.
“She’s alive,” Arthur Lester had sobbed, clutching his little girl to his heaving chest as he fell forward, trusting that his other half, now outside, would catch him. He did. He always would. “She’s alive, John.”
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In which the deal comes to fruition.Series
- Part 1 of Faroe Lives AU
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Normal was another word, and one that, in the passing weeks, John had developed a severe distaste for. Whether it was because of the blurred grimaces Arthur could make out on his face, or the way he would try to change the subject, or even the way he’d interject with a small “Arthur,” his friend had made a visible effort to stop saying it, at least concerning either of them. It was up there with expected, and sometimes should.
Normal implied there was only one solution or one way to act in any circumstance.
Normal made humanity unachievable.
Then, there were some words that went unused for so long they began to collect cobwebs, corroding in the corner of John’s mind until a poem or song or radio broadcast rattled them loose.
Or a little girl, pointing to the inky shadows beneath her bed.
"Monster."
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John learns of a particular fear of Faroe's that hits a little too close to home.Series
- Part 2 of Faroe Lives AU