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wickerpark2017-07-17 07:45 pm
primamateria) wrote in wickerpark2017-07-17 07:45 pm
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[Daniel/Gael] Something Wicked This Way
The text message almost didn't wake him up; it was only because, by some coincidence, he gone to Mooseknuckle tonight and ended up upstairs with Eric that he even picked up the phone after the bartender elbowed him in the side. And even then he just stared, uncomprehending, before he made his fingers move in reply to Hadyn Novak. "I've got to go," he whispered as he tossed the covers back and pulled on clothes. "I'll explain later today," he added as Eric leaned up on his elbows. He'd come up with something, at least, when he could think past the feeling in the pit of his stomach as he nearly ran down the steps outside the bar and turned towards Club Castle.
None of the guards tried to stop him - one, in fact, laid a hand on his arm and said he could take him - and it was less than ten minutes between Hadyn's text message and Daniel's arrival at Carlos Sánchez's apartment door. He raised his brow just a bit as the door was opened by a handsome Latino man with Elisha Kagan at his back, but then he was inside, and the King of Clubs led him to the bedroom door before leaving with the man who couldn't be much older than Gael. Leaving before Daniel could demand to know what the fuck had happened.
And then there was Gael, and what happened paled in comparison. "Gael," he murmured as he sank down into the chair that had been pulled close to the bed. His hand lifted and smoothed over his hair. Somehow he had a suspicion he knew what - who had happened. Someone he'd asked to be sent away years before in return for a favor he'd done for Jordan Novak. Someone who damn well better be dead now.
He smiled, though, as Gael blinked up at him, and pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Rough night, mm?" he said, switching to French. It wasn't his native language the way it had been Léon's, but it had always been the private language between them and their children.
None of the guards tried to stop him - one, in fact, laid a hand on his arm and said he could take him - and it was less than ten minutes between Hadyn's text message and Daniel's arrival at Carlos Sánchez's apartment door. He raised his brow just a bit as the door was opened by a handsome Latino man with Elisha Kagan at his back, but then he was inside, and the King of Clubs led him to the bedroom door before leaving with the man who couldn't be much older than Gael. Leaving before Daniel could demand to know what the fuck had happened.
And then there was Gael, and what happened paled in comparison. "Gael," he murmured as he sank down into the chair that had been pulled close to the bed. His hand lifted and smoothed over his hair. Somehow he had a suspicion he knew what - who had happened. Someone he'd asked to be sent away years before in return for a favor he'd done for Jordan Novak. Someone who damn well better be dead now.
He smiled, though, as Gael blinked up at him, and pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Rough night, mm?" he said, switching to French. It wasn't his native language the way it had been Léon's, but it had always been the private language between them and their children.