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Falkoff/Simcoe
ion know fam. i guess im the only one that sees the truth in this dead fandom lmao. (SRRY about grammatical errors im trynna spit this out before work :ââ3)
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Fall mornings were fucking cold. That one thing was for sure.
McInnisâs teeth chattered, the fire that someone had just started hardly any reprieve from the freeze currently assaulting him. The sun had barely graced the horizon, itâs warming rays a gift that couldnât come fucking fast enough.
Men bustled around him, Tanner throwing a joke over his shoulder about McInnisâs tolerance to the weather, earning him a rude gesture in return that made him bark with laughter.Â
He watched them from where he had buried half of his face in his scarf, noting a lack of one particular man.
Falkoff.
The man would usually be out at this time, barking orders in the captainâs absence. McInnis swiveled his head along the camp, he really was nowhere, he couldnât possibly be asleep still, could he? Unless he had fallen ill, in which case that could turn into a problem quick in these frigid conditions.
McInnis liked Falkoff, would consider him a pretty well friend, so there was just enough motivation for the man to step away from his coveted heat source to get a wider view, but still not seeing even a glimpse of blond.
He was lost in thought until he heard footsteps, swinging around to face OâSean, who was looking equally lost.
ââMorninâ, have you seen the captain anywhere?â the private asked, cheeks rosy from the bite of the cold, McInnis shook his head, ââNo, âavnât seen Falkoff eitherâ
McInnis hummed in thought, looking to the ground as if it would give him an answer. Maybe they were in the captains tent discussing important matters, surely that was the only place they could be?
âIâll go see if theyâre in the captains quarters, surely must be important if itâs taking them this longâ McInnis offered, OâSean nodded and went off to busy himself.
The walk wasnât long at all, and in no time the tent was but only a few steps away. McInnis raised his hand to one of the wooden beams to knock, but was stopped short, and almost bowled over, by Falkoff.Â
The other man looked...McInnis really couldnât put his finger on it. Falkoff wore an almost shocked expression, brown eyes blown wide, blond hair crowning his face in a shockingly messy manner, hanging loose around his shoulders. His face was red, more like he had just run a mile than from embarrassment, and his mouth hung open just slightly. He was half dressed, his jacket and gaiters hanging from his arms, his cravat stuffed loosely into his shirt collar.
There was no exchange of words, except for a soft âPardon meâ, from Falkoff, as he nearly bumped shoulders in his bid to fly past McInnis, who was stood stock still. what?...what?Â
There was a cough behind him, and he turned to find Motlow, with an unreadable expression painting his face.Â
He slowly joined the man, who was beckoning him over with increasing urgency. Motlow started to grin the further they walked away, barely containing indignant giggles that confused an already confused McInnis.
âYou saw that too, right?â McInnis asked, still toiling over possibilities and scenarios in his head for what that possibly could have been.
âAyeâ man, avâ been seeinâ it, glad someone else has tooâ Motlow replied, still ate up in laughter as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
âThis happens often?â
âYep, damn near every morninâ now, but even Iâm shocked, this is the latest Falkoff has been trynna hurry back to his tentâ
âFor what? even if they were gonna discuss plans this early in the damn morninâ couldnât Falkoff just get ready in the captains tent? or just get ready before headinâ that way?â
Motlow paused, then turned to look at him, brows knotted as if what McInnis just said made absolutely no sense at all. Then, his expression changed to one of utter indignation.
âThatâs what you think is going on?â
âWell what the bloody hell else could it be?!â
Motlow looks to his left, then to his right, then when he concluded there was no one in their immediate vicinity, he leaned in to whisper in McInnis.
A moment.
Two.
McInnis jumped back, face torn in shock.
âTHEYâRE WHAT??â
Just then, Falkoff rushed past them, eyes glued to the ground, face burning red hot.
