Fitzwilliam Darcy (mrdarcy_) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-01-12 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | fitzwilliam darcy, miguel o'hara |
Who? Darcy & Miguel
Where? Gym
When? This morning
What? Fencing practice / bromance
Open? Ask first
Rating? Low I think
Usually, when Darcy saw the box of special tea on the counter, he would quietly make Ashley a cup and take it to her. Perhaps a kiss, an arm around the shoulders, some small gesture to let her know that he knew without making a big deal out of it.
Today was not like that. Perhaps it was that it was nearing six months now, he wasn't sure. He was probably being a bit dramatic about it, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong with him. It didn't even cross his mind that it could be Ashley. After what Dr Morgan had told his cousin about all the inbreeding in his own family, and given the amount of children in Ashley's family, he felt like he had a big neon sign pointing to him that marked him as defective somehow.
So he'd just completely ignored the box, left it sitting where it was, and left the apartment before he took his annoyance out on his wife when it wasn't actually her fault. After an angry walk up and down the corridors, he'd eventually decided to go into the gym where he often fenced with Adam. He didn't want to bother the other man, but he knew that there were plenty of dummies around and he could tire himself quite effectively with that pursuit.
And so he had been there for about thirty minutes, stripped down to just a shirt and trousers, practicing lunging at a poor, helpless plastic torso. It wasn't really helping, but it was something to focus on that wasn't his own stupid, useless balls.