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𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 . 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 . 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎

THE HALLWAY BEHIND THE CINEMA was quieter than the rest of starcourt , all low electrical hum and distant projector noise, a space meant for people who were supposed to pass through without being noticed . félix had learned the rhythms of it over the summer , the way footsteps echoed differently when someone was rushing and the way the air felt heavier when doors that should have been open stayed shut . today , he lingered there longer than he needed to , ticket stubs folded neatly in his hand , until steve harrington passed close enough to make pretending it was a coincidence feel pointless .

“ hey , ” he didn’t raise his voice , and he didn’t step into steve’s space either . félix just turned slightly , his gaze steady in a way that made it clear he wasn’t here for small talk . “ the kids coming in through staff access , ” he said , quietly but firmly . “ that’s not harmless . management’s already jumpy about ticket counts and closed showings , and if they decide to look closer , it won’t be scoops ahoy that gets blamed ”

for a moment , his eyes flicked down the corridor , toward the security camera at the far end , then back to steve . “ look , i’m not telling you to stop helping them , ” félix continued , the words careful but unyielding . “ i’m telling you that if it keeps bleeding into my side of the mall , it stops being theoretical and starts being my problem too ”

his voice lowered just a fraction . “ not all of us can afford to treat this place like a hobby ” / @hawkinsown

@molloyed whispered : 31. for an illegal starter .

FÉLIX HAD AGREED TO DRIVE HIM only after the second drink and the third lie , neither of which he had been sober enough to untangle until later . all he knew was that daniel needed to cross , and that the less he asked , the better .

by the time sobriety caught up with him , the decision had already hardened into motion . there were forged papers drying under a desk lamp , a borrowed car that still smelled faintly of its real owner , and a stack of bills held together with a rubber band . whatever story had started this had named the wrong people , and now someone was listening too closely . félix did not need the details to know what kind of silence follows that kind of mistake .

he worked without speaking . money into envelopes . keys into pockets . the hum of the ceiling fan filled the pauses . it was not the first time he had done something illegal , but it was the first time it felt like he might be helping someone outrun their own name .

from the window , the street looked rather ordinary , filled with the sound of children shouting and the smell of frying oil . inside , the stillness felt staged , as if the room itself was holding its breath . félix snapped the bag shut and pocketed the car keys .

" you have ten minutes , " he said , voice low and even . " after that , i am driving whether you are in the car or not . "

@childcfwoe whispered : 13. for an argumentative starter . ( apologies , she loves to argue :/ )

HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN she would ask eventually . they always did , the ones who came in pretending their curiosity was harmless . they hovered among the shelves and the reels , treating the forbidden like a test of character rather than a rule . but with her , it wasn’t idle interest . it was precision . every question carried an edge , a calculation , as though she were dismantling him piece by piece just to see what would still move underneath .

when she asked for the restricted reels , he didn’t look up . film slid through his fingers , cool and translucent , catching the light as it passed . the projector hummed beside him like a patient heartbeat . “ those aren’t available for use , ” he said , his words composed but determined . “ and certainly not for publication . ”

the silence that followed pressed against him . she didn’t need to say anything for him to feel the weight of her disapproval ; it was there in the way the air seemed to tighten , in the stillness that always preceded her next move . félix had the sudden , unwelcome sense of being studied , the way one studies a specimen already pinned in place .

after a beat , he turned back to his work . the projector threw a hard beam across the room and caught her profile , cutting light through dust and outlining the planes of her face as if it were a photograph on the wall . for an instant the light made the space between them literal , a strip of illumination dividing the workbench from her shadow .

his gaze lifted . “ you know , ” he said , the words measured so they landed with deliberate weight , “ most people wait to be invited before breaking into locked rooms . you just call it research and pretend the semantics keep you clean . ”

the words lingered in the air before he added , quieter but unmistakable , “ curiosity is not care . learn the difference before your curiosity becomes someone else’s wound . ”

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒. you are the old soul . you are a being full of quiet wisdom , but it did not come without earning it . experience has weathered you quickly , yet you remain strong through it all . you are a bastion to those who need the support of a calm and resolute mind . the histories of the world are etched beneath your thick skin , and you hold dearly to things that others would quickly forget . you collect things within your branches , you give home to those left without , and you bear the weight of it all . but through all you have been through , you have not yet learned how to let go . you refuse to relinquish what you cherish so dearly and weep for every precious thing that falls from your branches . you must be careful , or else the past you cling to might destroy a brighter future .