The Heart's Winter (The Soul's Spring)

A long time ago the four of them had decided what season each of them were. Roger was autumn, bright and firey, but with the promise of warm cuddles and spiced apple cider. John was winter; cold an impenetrable to outsiders: a dark lone pine tree standing in a winter wind. But when you knew him, a crackling fire of passion, burned in his heart; filled with the joy of the holiday season. Freddie was spring, no doubt of that. Bright and cheerful, the dawn of life. His favorite color was yellow after all. He was the man who could melt the coldest winter. Brian was summer; the breeze of leaves in a warm wind; the bright sun; the clear cool of a secret stream.

Notes:

I mean no disrespect to anyone mentioned and/or appearing in this work of fiction. I especially respect John Deacon's privacy and do not participate or condone any actions made in an effort to breach that privacy. This is merely fiction; a "what if" circumstance. Thank you.

Chapter 1: @genericEmail.com

Summary:

Appointment.

Notes:

Yep, exactly what I needed to do. Yet another fic to work on.

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Chapter Text

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

I finally watched it. WTF did you mean ‘dull as Deaky’? You know full as I that’s full of shit. OK, movie. But I prefer heists, especially ones were I have more lines. (I don’t blame the boys, tho, just you and Bri.)

From: [email protected]

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Still the same potty mouth. We didn’t want to, as they say, ‘spill the tea’ about all your...prolific-ness.

[email protected]

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You’re one to talk about ‘potty mouths’. I still don’t fucking need you and Bri to protect me.

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Love u 2, Deaks.

From [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Meet at Mod Coffee in London on 9/23/19. Bring Bri. <3