ain't no fortunate one

fin's fic recs: meet me at the chapel & jump the gun by @swifty-fox

(part of the eudaimonia series)

Salt Drops, Chapter two: to a firefly by the sea

When he finally lifts the next block, resisting the urge to wipe the mucus from his tip lip with one cod-covered wrist, a second pair of gloves reaches for the one stacked beneath it. John looks to his left and finds a slim figure, slightly shorter than him, with broad but still skinny shoulders, lifting as well with a quiet grunt. John heaves his in first, stepping back out of the spit of the chopper a second too late to not get sprayed again. Cleven’s boy does the same, though with far more grace and less coating by flying offal. 

“Any tips?” John asks, brushing his gloves off. 

“Keep your mouth shut.” 

John’s companion does just that, lips pressed tight together and brow furrowed as he lifts with a grunt. When he turns, John holds a fishy hand out to shake. “Bucky,” he says. 

“Gale.” He takes John’s hand, a firm clasp, single shake, too young to be taken as reserved so it just comes off shy. Gale’s cheeks are suntanned and wind-chapped, his hair blown off his forehead and stuck there by salt. 

“Gale? That’s what they named my buddy’s grandmother.” 

“Well, it’s my name.” Gale reaches for another block, hiding the flush in his cheeks. 

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