GOOD (DEAD) OLD FRIENDS
May-akda: bukkunmoonsin
Buod: Jealous!Emilio interrogates Oblivious!Apolinario about old friends.
Pabatid: 500 | General | fluff
Paunang salita:
“You were friends?”
“What?”
The warmth of that afternoon was palpable even through the walls of the Palace, and the sunlight streamed in through the windows, hot and yellow against the translucent white curtains. The two of them had been quietly working in comfortable silence when Aguinaldo suddenly spoke.
“Andres Bonifacio. You two were acquainted?”
Mabini looked at his President side-eye, and realised he was reading an old pamphlet.
“Is that my…?”
“The two of you were in La Liga.” Aguinaldo continued like he hadn’t spoken, and if Mabini hadn’t been looking carefully, he could swear the man was… pouting? “Were you friends?”
“Ah.” Mabini frowned, and looked down at his hands thoughtfully. “We weren’t exactly… friends.”
