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One day, when Havelock was upside down on the chaise lounge reading about palatal consonants and Sybil was wiring up a dragon skeleton, she said, “Havelock. Tell me about idioms.”
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15 Mar 2025
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A shrill and urgent noise like a cat being flattened by a steamroller began to emanate from the bassinet.
"I've heard they sleep with their eyes open," Vimes said, attempting to project his voice over the wailing.
"What?"
"What?"
"I know they sleep with their eyes open sometimes, Sam, but I really do think he's awake. It's the screaming that's tipping me off."
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15 Mar 2025
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The cab Scully calls is blue and smells like Chanel and cigarettes. There is a rip in the back seat that has them squeakily situated on either side of a vast styrofoam chasm. Scully rolls down the window a polite half-inch and takes a deep breath.
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post-one breath. from the (very old now) tumblr prompt: Mulder & Scully's first time hanging out as tentative friends in an non work capacity. part of my great tumblr migration.
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21 Dec 2024
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Scully ordered grits instead of home fries but they brought her home fries and Mulder traded her his buttered toast, silently, without looking up across the table. Last month he’d broken his finger such that she had had to break it again, differently, but better.
“You know,” he said, “even Pythagoras believed in werewolves. Transmigration, Scully. Transmigration and triangles.”
Scully munched delicately on the c-squared side of his toast. She said, “I prefer the triangles.”
Another Tuesday. Teamwork and communication.
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21 Dec 2024
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Isolated, missing the pull of roots like a limb, Scully grew radicchio and radishes. She hunted dogged rabbits. She got a hunting dog. She wrote long, urgent missives to Mulder, sent c/o of Gibson Praise to Nowhere, Neverland, P.O. Box 4242, all of them full of strings of seismic phrases like “coherent slides” and “Brittle-ductile boundary,” none of which meant what they said, half of which she was pretty sure he’d understand. She ran tests. She ran tests. She ran tests. She reread Mrs. Dalloway. It snowed and then it didn’t. Mulder came and then he went away again. Scully sowed lilacs, then poppies, then daffodils into the deep hollow belly of spring.
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from the Tumblr prompt: AU where M&S never got together romantically in s7. up to u how it ends.
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21 Dec 2024