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Alex perched on the edge of the couch cushion, sweeping a hand over the pale skin of the man’s face. “Where did you come from?”
His eyes stayed closed, but his color was better. His hair had dried, his breathing had steadied. He laid a hand over the blankets. Alex knew he couldn’t hear him. He didn’t mind talking to the open air. He reached under the blankets, pulling a long-fingered hand from under the cocoon of warmth. His fingers were losing their bluish hue. He delicately turned it over at the wrist, exposing a blistered and torn palm to the lamplight.
“Your shoulders say sailor, but your hands say rich boy. Whoever you are, you should have known better than to go out last night. You read the wind wrong, I guess.” Alex poked at the ripped skin. He took a breath and let it out slowly. “I hope you wake up so I can ask you. Someone has to be looking for you.”
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Or: the Selkie + Lighthouse Keeper AU that, quite literally, no one asked for.
Series
- Part 1 of Short Stories For Long Nights