[Gael/Sarah] Roses and Virtues

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She couldn't blame either of her dads for waiting to call her until the next day. Elisha had, she imagined, had Carlos and Ty and Oliver to deal with, on top of Gaël. Then Daniel Prochazka, then Noëlle almost first thing the next morning. Hadyn had had...well, the theatre. And with all the dramatics, it was natural that no one thought to call the person on the periphery of the situation until she'd been making coffee in the apartment above her store. Patrick Zeitlin hadn't seen her with Gaël, after all.

Though she couldn't help but think - if she hadn't been so distracted with the suite of jewelry she was designing for a new bride in the Diamonds, and had let Gaël drag her away from her blowtorch and welding materials, would they all have been better off? Then, at least, with Ollie calling Ty too, that bastard would have been hopelessly outnumbered, and she might have been the one to make sure he was dead. Sarah wasn't usually one for might have beens, but she couldn't help considering the possibilities as she stood in her kitchen letting her coffee get cold. Was she isolating herself from her family by living away from the Castle? How was it that Gaël's insane ex hadn't even seen her? How did she get to a place where she was so apart from what was happening to her friends - and her family, because Carlos was as much her brother as Ty was. Those increasingly turbulent thoughts were why, in the end, she listened to Daddy, and didn't rush into Carlos' suite at Club Castle. She leaned on her stores of patience instead, and waited.

Waited until Dr. Prochazka and Gaël had gone back to the Victorian style house she'd spent half her teenage years in before she showed up at the door, a ridiculously cheerful bouquet in hand and a smile pasted on her face that didn't reach her worried dark eyes. "If I'm the first person to bring you flowers, love," she said though, "then I'm worried that our friends don't really get you, and I'm just going to have to retrain them. Of course, Ty is hopeless, but I've got hope for Oliver and Carlos."

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There were enough friends, both girls and boys, who'd sighed over Uncle Jordan that by now Sarah had long since become inured to the whole thing. Uncle Jordan himself had always found it more amusing than anything else - because, he'd told her once, it had not exactly been the prevailing opinion when he'd been in his teens and twenties. "I'd probably get a present from Bas if I introduced you two, anyway. He's just back from Cambridge and bored."

And if there was anything more dangerous than a bored Novak or Kagan - well, it was probably a bored Fox or Prochazka-Shaw, really. "Dearest, you have a sex addiction. It's okay. We love you for it."

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"Wrap me up in a bow, my love, and present me as a gift. I would be delighted to be his loving gift for the night." He said, smirking as he watched Sarah for a long moment. "I would be happy to help with his boredom."

And that was, without a doubt, a very honest statement from Gael Shaw's lips.

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"Mm. Or I can just text him," Sarah said as she pulled out her phone and tapped it on the counter lightly. "Tell him to meet us at Jokers Wild." She raised a brow a bit and grinned. "Unless you had plans to seduce my pseudo-brother tonight. Not that you aren't fully capable of doing both, dearest."

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"Actually, my love, I should probably stay home tonight. And Carlos....did do me a favor. I should probably try to repay that with my attentions...."

Even if it was probably a bad idea. He wasn't blind, he could see the way Carlos would look at him when the man thought he wasn't paying attention. "Maybe next time, darling."