28 Nov 2021
“Baz!” Fiona calls from the other end of the shop. “Customer!”
Blue eyes, a mop of curls, a pair of atrocious slippers on his feet.
“Hey,” he says, because he lacks even the most basic manners.
“Snow,” I drawl in reply.
I love books.
And unfortunately, I also appear to love him.
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28 Nov 2021
Patrick and David share a tender moment at home after Johnny's death, several years post-canon.
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
- Part 1 of The Commonplace Book
“So,” David echoes, not looking up from the paper, thoroughly engrossed in an article titled What Kenzo Left Behind. Patrick knows enough now to recognize “Kenzo” as the name of a fashion designer; five years practice removing designer clothing is finally rubbing off on him.
“So I ordered 40,000 bees yesterday.”
David’s entire upper body straightens at once, mouth set in a firm line echoing the sudden stiffness of his spine, brow impossibly flat. Admittedly, Patrick broke the news in this manner precisely to experience this full and honest reaction.
“Honeybees. I ordered two packages.”
- Part 6 of The Commonplace Book
In order to make it look like he’s having a romantic vacation, David asks a handsome stranger to kiss him for a photo.
"Because," Patrick explains patiently, "we never would have gotten together without it. So I have fond memories of Bumpkin even if you don't."
"Um, that's giving that app way too much credit. We were both in the cafe that day. You would've talked to me anyway, just with a different opening line."
Patrick says, "I wouldn't have, though."
"But—" David says, putting the frame down on the table. He's trying so hard not to be offended by that. "You wouldn't've?"
"You were the hottest man I had ever seen," Patrick says, and okay. David is no longer offended.
Or, one year later, David and Patrick talk about the day they met.
- Part 2 of Bumpkin