Fortune Cookie - Chapter Two

When she came back in, Connol had curled feet up and had his notebook against the arm of the chair, biting the end of his pencil in thought – presumably writing bits down for his fantasy story, it was his little passion project he worked on in his free time – whilst Viktor had now move his cardboard box to his lap and was working on untangling three springs from each other, biting his cheek in concentration.

The couple of times Connol and Viktor had been left to their own devices together at The Last Drop, it always ended this way: sitting next to each other, both happily working on their own projects and barely speaking a word.

Silco hated that dish. Well, hated was a strong word, Silco would eat anything if he had to, but the dish was far greasier and waterier than his usual tastes. In fact, Felicia would go as far as to say it was amongst Silco’s least favourite things on the menu. And he had requested a large?

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What she sees is the last thing she expected.

A gentle smile is on Silco’s face as he places one plate down in front of small child, all skin and bones, before sitting next to the child with his own plate.

This is the first fic I’ve actually written out in my version of the ‘Viktor was raised by Silco and Vander’ AU which I’m calling/tagging as ‘Synonyms Verse’

I am very much writing this series out of order based on which parts of the story inspire me to actually write at any given moment.