Fics like the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

"'Nemo.' He turns the name over in his mind. 'I think I've heard about you.' Something familiar in that name, untraceable in his mind, but he knows he'd heard it before. Mutterings between ports, maybe, though that could count for any name nowadays. 'Hopefully good things.’ Nemo's voice slightly echoes in the glass as he pulls it up to his lips, taking a sip. Something flashes across the other man's face, tension rippling across his features almost too quickly to notice. It's gone too quickly to make out what exactly it was—guilt, horror, anger, disgust, some combination of all of them—but he's certain it was there. 'Something wrong with the drink?' The question's asked with a mix of concern and curiosity. It's the first he's seen of something like vulnerability from Nemo. Strange, for it to be over something as small as a drink. Though, really. Who is he to judge? Nemo pauses for a long, long moment. Long enough that he's sure he didn't mean to show whatever that was at all. Finally, he says, 'It… reminds me of someone I knew.'" Fortnight Day 3: Myth

Fics like the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

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