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“Fuck you.” Carlos exhales. They are inches apart, and it’s like there’s something palpable in the air, stronger than tension itself.
The laws of magnetism say that like poles (north-north; south-south) will repel each other, and unlike poles will attract each other. They are so alike, yet they clash like fire and ice. Both are fierce competitors with unyielding spirits, determined to be the best on the track and off it. Their shared ambition fuels the magnetism between them. Talent, confidence, pride, and passion.
It’s always been them.
“And fuck you too.”
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10 Apr 2025
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“There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you.”
Stupid whispers and stupid prophecies.
Confused and unwilling to think too much, lest he get his hopes up for no reason, Lando falls back onto the grass, staring up at the fluffy clouds in the sky. Little flowers immediately spring up around his head, kissing his cheeks and hair with their soft petals.
“I fucking hate flowers.”
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- Part 15 of CX's F1cs
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18 Feb 2025
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It's really hard, okay? To watch someone you love be happy with someone else. Or just be happy without you in their lives.
It also forms a bond between the people who are suffering from this.
No one knows what you're really going through, except the ones who're going through it themselves.
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18 Feb 2025
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Yellow carnation dominates the composition, the flowers still standing tall and proud, starting to show some signs of wilting at the top: disappointment.
You fooled me once, Oscar thinks, swallowing a sour lump that has taken permanent residence in his throat. He stokes the flowers, the petals soft and thin, translucent like tissue paper, and then smothers one into his balled fist. I’m disappointed too, he pictures himself replying. I’m disappointed that I allowed you to walk away. He would never tell Lando the truth, though. He would never go as far as admitting to him and, partly, to himself that he has cheered for Lando, at some point, that he was rooting for the bad guy to get away with his crimes. He reckons Lando would guess it, somehow. He is rather good at guessing him.Oscar gets back to work, on the tail of another assassin. Lando gets defensive and jealous and, as the walls close rapidly in around them, Oscar will be forced to make a life-changing decision in a game of double deceptions and coded messages hidden in flower bouquets.
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- Part 3 of These violent delights
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18 Feb 2025
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Carlos quivers as he forces his hand beneath the stream of cold water. It swirls around the basin, ribbons of blood spiraling against ceramic. The wounds are small but deep; a string of ragged holes punched into the back of his hand. He looks into the edge of the mirror, polished silver reflecting the mess of a room behind him.
His soul is crushed into the corner of the bathroom, cowering behind the towel rack. Scarlet fur forced into hackles as one paw is held shaking off the tiles, her brown eyes meeting Carlos’ own. She pants rapidly, jaw slack and painted red.
Water splatters across the floor as Carlos throws a handful into his face, finally letting out a breath.
‘You’ —his fingers tighten around the edge of the sink— ‘are barely my dæmon.’
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16 Feb 2025