The Well and the Lighthouse
art by Yaahoooo
inspired by the fic The Well and the Lighthouse
written by Effingbirds
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A few weeks into my training, I was called into a different Major's office. Upon entering the room I noticed one of my fellow trainees in one of the seats across from the desk. He was a young Irishman with messy blonde hair, who I had seen around often enough but had never spoken more than a few words to, due to his bad reputation. He was a notorious flirt, and though no one had ever seen him actively pursue another man, he behaved in a most lascivious manner toward damn near anyone with a pulse, no matter what their gender. Being the subject of lewd comments was high on the list of things I did not appreciate, and furthermore I was afraid that those sorts of comments coming from a man might somehow expose my unorthodox sexual proclivities. I avoided the man like the plague, and yet seemed to run into him in the most inopportune moments.
"Have a seat, Frost," the Major said, addressing me by my surname.
I thanked him, and sat next to the other young man, avoiding eye contact with him as best I could.
"Have you met McCormick?" the Major asked.
- excerpt from The Well and the Lighthouse
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