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[ Day 237 ]
Gotta look out for your friends on cold days.
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Chapter One: Imbroglio
Chapter Two: Incorrigible
Ignis Fatuus Masterlist
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Imbroglio: an intricate and perplexing state of affairs; a complicated or difficult situation
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"Wonderful, you're awake! We found our next lead." Sarah pulls you to the side the second you come down to the main room of the Lodge, and you smile. Her determined enthusiasm, as always, is infectious.
"It's on Paradiso. We don't want to raise suspicion for any of the higher ups there," you nod, Paradiso's leadership was notorious for commodifying everything they possibly could, "so you and Sam are going to go under cover as newlyweds!"
You blink. Newlyweds? As in married??
As Sarah explains the details of the mission, specifically where they believed the Artifact to be, you glance over to your proposed companion, who is currently in an animated debate with Mateo. Going under cover with Sam Coe seemed like an idea that would inevitably end in disaster.
It wasn't that you two didn't get along! You adored Sam, and little Cora was one of your favorite people in the galaxy. It's just that... you also weren't blind; everything about Sam Coe screamed "Heart Throb," from his saunter, to his physique, to the deep rasp of his voice. He's the complete package! Who is going to believe he was married to you? You aren't ugly by any means, but you're also nowhere close to Sam Coe's level of attractive.
You take in his features and sigh to yourself. Oh yeah, they're definitely going to believe that this gorgeous, mature, athletic, bombshell of a man was married to you. Mhm. Not suspicious at all.
As if he feels your eyes on him, Sam looks over at you to raise a questioning eyebrow.
You don't respond to the unspoken query, and instead decide looking back at Sarah is easier than unpacking why meeting his baby blues head on is suddenly unnerving.
"Why can't I go as a single vacationer? And why can't you do it? Or Andreja? Where's Cora going to go? Maybe Barrett could come!"
The idea of doing this with Barrett seems like a walk in the park by comparison. You teasingly flirted with each other constantly. You usually would pick Sam's company over anybody's, but for some reason this mission just didn't sit right with you. Sarah nips every idea in the bud.
"The readings that match our previous Artifacts' are coming from the couples' section of the retreat, Barrett and I are off on another lead in the morning, and Andreja can't lie to save her life. There's just no way around it. It has to be you two. Sam has already dropped Cora off on the Eye to stay with Vladimir."
She leans in slightly and puts a consoling hand on your shoulder.
"Is everything okay? I thought you'd be excited; it's basically a week long vacation. Besides, you and Sam have always been so close! He won't let anything happen to you, you know."
You nod as if that comforts you, not being able to explain that your belief in Sam's capabilities wasn't the problem. You probably trusted Sam more than anyone else in Constellation; he was your best friend. He accompanied you on nearly every mission you went on. You knew very well he would put his life on the line without hesitation if it meant protecting yours.
You couldn't explain why the idea of pretending to love Sam bothered you so much. It really did seem unbelievable, but you could tell it was something more than that. You couldn't put a name to it, so you ignore the feelings of reservation.
"Okay, fine. What else do I need to know?"
After fully briefing you on the details, she waves Sam over to you.
He tips his hat to you both in greeting, and is entirely unfazed when she hands you each a wedding ring. As he slides his onto his finger and winks at you, you connect that he knew about this assignment ahead of time. Why are you the last to know?
The blush you feel creeping up your neck leaves you shocked, and you slide your own ring on quickly. Sam has winked at you before! Why are you suddenly so affected by it? He nudges you with his hip, and smiles when you look up at him in response.
"Ready to go, Darlin'?"
You nod. As ready as you'd ever be, you supposed.
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The woman at the front desk smiles as Sam holds the door open for you, his other hand gently pressed against your back to guide you through. His palm is warm through the fabric of your shirt, and he puts just enough pressure to direct you.
Your stomach swoops against your will, and you just manage to keep your facial expression consistent. What was wrong with you? It was just Sam! It isn't as if him touching you was new. You've hugged more times than you could count.
You reach the front desk and the woman glances between the two of you.
"Welcome to Paradiso! Do you have a reservation?"
Sam nods, pulling you into his side. Your hands come up to rest on him instinctively, one on his chest and the other around to his back, while his palm slides around to press into your waist. You smile at the woman and nod as well.
As Sam's husky drawl comes out, you feel his broad chest shift under your palm. "It's under 'Coe', ma'am, for the Couples' Package?" At the use of his real last name, you turn to look at him sharply. He meets your shocked eyes and his smile widens. He leans down to whisper against your ear.
"They'd all recognize me anyway. Relax, Darlin'," his thumb sweeps along your waist, "I've got it all handled." Your fingers tighten to grip his shirt at the feel of his breath against your cheek, but you force yourself to take a deep, calming breath. It's Sam. He's got this. Sam nods in approval and whispers a quiet, "Atta girl," before straightening up again.
Your stomach swoops a second time, but you focus on what the woman is saying as she looks up your reservation.
"So! The Couple's package includes complete access to all of the amenities in the Lovebird Section of our resort! That includes our full size swimming pool, which is found outside, our sauna and nightclub, both of which could be found on our Lovebird exclusive basement level, and our many romantic restaurants." She begins to walk away, and Sam keeps you close to his side, this time guiding you with the arm wrapped around your back as he follows. When you reach the elevator, the woman gestures through it's door with a flourish.
"Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Coe! Your suite is on floor three, and don't you worry," the woman winks, "it's sound proof!"
Mrs. Coe? Sound proof?? Your surprised steam isn't coming out of your ears with how hot you feel your face burning.
The second the elevator door closes, Sam lets out the bark of laughter you just know he had been holding in. When you smack his chest in protest, he covers your hand with one of his own to keep it pressed there while he wipes a tear away with the other. You try to tug your hand away, but he doesn't let you, instead pulling you gently closer to him with a hand on your waist.
"I'm sorry for laughing, Darlin', I won't do it anymore." He doesn't look sorry in the slightest, and he when adds a teasing "even in our sound proof room," you feel your face start to heat up again. Your reaction starts up a whole new round of chuckles, and while you try to keep a smile off your face, his joy is infectious.
You're still in high spirits when you get to the room, but when Sam puts your bags down, the sleeping arrangements come into view. There was only one bed. One very romantic, king sized, heart shaped bed. Paradiso hadn't been exaggerating when they called this area of the resort the "Lovebird Section". You realize you should have seen this coming, but you hadn't thought about it. What were you going to do?
Sam's breath hitches at the sight of the red covers and the rose petals strewn across the floor, but the pause is so short that you think you might have imagined it. He saunters in and sits on the edge of the offending furniture, taking his hat off and resting it on the covers next to him.
You follow, in a bit of a daze, and sit on his other side. Your mind is running a mile a minute. You were going to have to share, weren't you? Sam would offer to take the floor, you were sure; that's just the kind of man he was. But would you be able to sleep comfortably knowing he was suffering on the floor? No, you decide, you wouldn't. You'd have to share.
Just when you open your mouth to speak, Sam stands, offering you a hand to help you up.
"C'mon, Darlin'! I believe that kind lady mentioned 'many romantic restaurants'." He mimics the woman's voice as he quotes her, and you can't help but laugh at the horrible rise in pitch.
His smile widens victoriously, and he pulls you out the door with him the second you grab his hand.
You'd figure out the sleeping details later. Everything was going to be fine. It was just Sam.
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Chapter Two: Incorrigible
#magswrites#magsscreamsintothevoid#sam coe#sam coe starfield#starfield#sam coe x reader#starfield x reader#sam coe starfield x reader#fake dating#fake dating au#one bed trope#slow burn#ignis fatuus
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Ignis Fatuus (Chapter 2)
Ignis Fatuus (Foolish Flame)
Rating: PG, NC-17 in some chapters
Catagory: Novel, X-Files Fanfic, Diverging universe
Spoilers: Up to Amor Fati
Chapter 2
Mulder was itchy.
His bandage probably needed to be changed. He couldn’t scratch it and the one person he needed to come over and look at it was in Chicago looking at old evidence. She was supposed to be back by now. She had expected to only be gone for two days, three max. The world moves on and Mulder sits on his couch anxious at being cooped up. He itched to shoot some hoops, go grab something to eat that wasn’t frozen dinners or toast. He was itchy to see her again. She had wrapped up yesterday morning. Was there a storm in the Midwest or something? He bounced his leg with impatience.
He is relieved about one thing. He can no longer hear the thoughts of his neighbors. Initially, they had been so loud, both completely consumed with concerns that the other didn’t love them anymore and neither believing it should be their responsibility to make a loving gesture, terrified that it wouldn’t be reciprocated. It was enough to make him want to sob. He had taken to sleeping on his couch again to be further away from the wall he shared with them.
Idly he mused that listening to them for two weeks taught him more than any psych class he took at Oxford. Being sick at home was enough without the mental anguish of complete strangers.
His ability was leaving him.
The steady decline had begun the moment he woke up in the hospital with Scully sitting next to him. Her intense concern was so overpowering and all-consuming that he was barely able to accurately asses how he felt. He hit the morphine button to escape it drifting quickly into oblivion with his soft hand clasped in his. By the time he was home a few days later, he could only sense people nearby and the strength at which he could read her emotions had dimmed. He could at least tease them apart from his own.
He was relieved. Really, he was. It was an impossible way to live. Though he would hold the few memories of Scully’s mind in his heart for the rest of his life. The moment she finally believed him he could read her mind. The immediate shocking fear coursed through her. The painful vulnerability. He hadn’t even tried to get her to stay or to reassure her. He wanted her to get to safety as much as she did.
He wasn’t surprised when she called him later that night asking if he could read her mind over the phone.
“You can’t check my bandage over the phone, Scully.” He had teased. She was quiet.
“Can you control it?” She whispered
What are you afraid that I will find out, Scully?
“Only a little bit. I wish I could. If I am actively thinking about something then everything else fades away but if my mind wanders even a little bit then it is there and I can’t really prepare for it or anticipate it.”
Silence
“You believe me.” it wasn’t a question. He knew. He would love to hear her admit it, though.
“Well, I certainly didn’t say out loud that I was hungry and that I wanted Fretelli’s pasta.” She chuffed. “And I have a sneaking feeling that if I had been facing you, you wouldn’t have responded. You didn’t want me to know, did you?”
“For one, you always want pasta so it’s not that much of a reach,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. “I did want you to know, to believe me. What I didn’t want was to intrude upon your privacy.” He sighs. “You know, contrary to popular belief I don’t go around profiling the people in my life.”
They had spent the next hour talking about his poor selfish tortured neighbors. It was safe territory.
The next week became a routine for them. Scully would stop by and actively think a conversation at him. He suspects it was her way of controlling the thoughts he could read. Then she would leave quickly, only staying to accomplish what could not be done over the phone. 45 minutes later she would call. It worked… only a little. She doesn’t need to know that.
She would check his pulse, take his blood pressure, inspect his bandage… check that he was taking the correct medications. He had always thought that his pulse was difficult to find because she often started over again. He now knows that she loses track of what she is doing because of their close proximity. Fascinating. Apparently, the skin on the inside of his wrist is quite distracting. He wonders what else is distracting about him.
Her subconscious thoughts rise to the surface when she is counting or listening for the diastolic and systolic heartbeats. She wonders if he will ever get up the courage to kiss her. His eyes shot up at that looking at her perfectly pink plump lips. Does she know that she just thought that? He dragged his gaze up to her wide eyes.
That night she did not call. She definitely knows he heard it.
Itchy. Impatient. Mentally anguished. Haunted by the waves of powerful emotion he now knows exists inside of his stoic and collected partner at all times. Astounding. Perhaps more elusive than any criptid. The flashes of her eyes leading him like a Will-o’-the-wisp into certain ruin.
He considers his limited distractions, porn, a basketball game on TV, maybe a game of solitaire… when he finally hears shuffling at his door. He listens closely to hear a knock that never comes.
#xfiles#fanfic#the xfiles#mulder and scully#Ignis Fatuus#Foolish Flame#Samantha mulder#Samantha fic#scully#mulder
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One thing that few people notice is that in Ward, Eidolon’s ghost has combined his costume with his Echidna-clone (Ignis Fatuus)
- Eidolon Teneral e.4
- Ignus Fatuus (Scourge 19.6)
- Eidolon Shadow (Infrared 19.9)
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🐉 mythical being of the week: Will-o'-the-wisp
aka. will o' wisp, ignis fatuus. an atmospheric ghost light seen by travellers at night, especially over bogs, swamps or marshes.
#will o the wisp#will o wisp#ignis fatuus#mythical being of the week#mythical being#mythical beings#mythical creature#mythical creatures#ghost#ghosts#ghost light#spook lights#ghost lights#orbs
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Will O'the Wisp
#will o' the wisp#ignis fatuus#knight#lady knight#illustration#armour#armor#been v into drawing armoured characters lately#as you will soon see when i get around to posting my other illustrations oop
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The Legend of Zelda video game series has had "poes" since A Link to the Past (released in 1991 in Japan, 1992 in North America and Europe). They have only more recently evolved from being cartoonish ghostly figures carrying lamps to these little floating blue fires (found in the most recent game, Tears of the Kingdom, released in 2023):
Part of my research in the last week has been dedicated to trying to find out where the word "poe" comes from, especially in relation to ghostly figures carrying lamps or floating blue fires. However, the only thing that I've found has been that no one on the English side of the internet seems to know what it means, aside from a possible connection to Edgar Allen Poe.
I run into a similar problem here that I ran into with Pokémon: I don't know Japanese at all, so I can only make connections based on English sources. Does anyone happen to be willing to translate Japanese for me? I will pay you with an explanation of medieval cheese witches (which are definitely a thing and not something I made up).
#will o the wisp#the cheese witches are real i don't know why that sounded so suspicious#cheese witches#sounds like a good name for a band#ignis fatuus#folklore#magical creatures of loreve#poe#edgar allan poe#the legend of zelda#a link to the past#tears of the kingdom#blue fire#pokemon#japan#japanese language
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"Swamp" by Marius Janusonis.
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Nigoru Hitomi de Nani wo Negau - Highserk Senki
#manga#manga art#anime and manga#black and white#anime#manga panel#manga and stuff#manga stuff#manga screencap#manga edit#Nigoru Hitomi de Nani wo Negau - Highserk Senki#war#ignis fatuus
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Here's willy, better known as will o' the wisp or sometimes ignis fatuus, based on his depiction in Katherine Briggs' Dictionary of Fairies. Just a quick and rough sketch, kind of just wanted to try my hand at something mascot-y.
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i have been holding back on this for so long..... i need you to know that twoteo HAUNTS me! forgive me if i've sent an ask about this long ago, my memory has been getting to much worse but i am just filled with this urge to shower you with praise!!!!
initially, twoteo absolutely had me hooked because i had been looking for a good hunger games!au with yoongi, so when i came across your fic and i immediately sat down to read it!
but then i got to delve into your characters and this vibrant world you've created within the hunger games and i just completely fell in love. you have such complex, dynamic, and human characters and i will always be in awe of your writing! i absolutely adore mc and yoongi; they live in my head rent free, and i'm glad they found each other!!!!
on another note, upon finding twoteo i immediately read through your masterlist and i completely Adore the way you handle angst. you do it so artfully that even after you rip my heart out, i find myself rereading your works over and over again!
ignis fatuus makes my heart clench every time i remember it. wow. even now as i'm writing this it hurts so much to remember what happened in the fic but i still love it so much... the boys dying one by one, all for nothing, really got me... i had to take a lil break because damn that hurt lmao but in my heart they are all having fun and hanging out forever while mc and jungkook play baseball :'')))
anyways thats all!! i just saw you on my dashboard and realized i just cannot keep quiet about my appreciation for your works anymore because i might physically burst lol hope ur having a good day!!!
ohmyGOD. this made my entire day!!
thank you so much??? hearing that i have human characters is one of the best compliments that i can ever receive. i love to treat my characters as real people, so to see other people who think the same as i do??? it's an honor! oc and yoongi from twoteo also live in my rent free ngl. although canonically, they never confess to each other or make it noticeable their romantic connection (if it's even romantic in the first place). i've always wanted to write a sequel to twoteo, but i'm never actually gonna do it because i think the original ended at such a perfect moment in their lives
i am in literal tears from your message. ARTFUL??? i don't even know what to say. to have someone read my angst and call it artful is the highest compliment ever, and i'll literally remember that forever
it's been a hot second since i've thought about ignis fatuus. i think i wrote it near the peak of covid, so it was around the time when the days bled into each other. but i do specifically remember writing the scenes where each member would die and cackle because i knew it would be sad 💀
anywho, i'm grateful that you sent me such a kind and long message. i swear i never forget these compliments i receive!! thank you and have a wonderful rest of your week <3
#ask#seok-jinnies#twoteo#ignis fatuus#i've been having such a hard couple of months#but reading all of these asks makes me feel so motivated
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[ Day 240 ]
They are best friends your honor
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Arnold Böcklin (Swiss, 1827-1901), "Das Irrlicht/Ignis Fatuus" (ca. 1861-62)
Pen and brush in black, washed, brush in white on yellowish paper, 28.4 x 20.9 cm (Holenweg/Zelger n. 262)
Staatliche Graphische Sammlung München
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Ignis Fatuus (Foolish Flame)
Rating: PG, NC-17 in some chapters
Category: Novel, X-Files Fanfic, Diverging universe
Spoilers: Up to Amor Fati
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Chapter 3
The line only rings once before he answers in a rush
“Mulder”
“Mulder, it’s me.”
“You’re back.” He states. She can hear rustling around on his end of the line.
“I am. How are you?” She makes herself comfortable on her couch preparing to begin her lengthy questionnaire about his health. She wonders what types of questions she could sneak into the middle and trick him into answering. Have you felt any lightheadedness? Have you had a normal appetite? When was the last time you were sexually active?
More rustling and the creaking of a door. “Mulder, what on earth are you doing?”
“Scully, did you stop by my building earlier?” He asks, the sound in the background goes silent.
Shit. She doesn’t ever lie to him.
“I thought about stopping by on my way home from the airport but I am exhausted.” She says, scrunching up her face, hoping he lets it drop. It’s not technically an outright lie.
A moment of silence passes and the sounds begin again. A thump followed by another thump. Sounds muffled and then sharp again.
“To answer your question, I am going out.” He says muffled. She imagines he is holding the phone against his shoulder.
Scully sits up straight “Mulder, you are two weeks out of brain surgery. You shouldn’t be out. You shouldn’t even be alone. Where are you going?”
“Well I have been alone for 5 days now and before that, you haven’t spent more than 10 minutes in my presence so I am performing a little experiment. I figured you would like this. It’s scientific. A sample size of one. Your favorite.”
She feels guilt squeeze at her chest. She should have never taken that request for a consult in Chicago.
He senses her reaction. “Relax, Doc. I am only walking to the market two blocks away. I’ll make it home. I promise. And before you start wondering if you should have stayed in DC, don’t. A field office in a city like Chicago would only request you if they are stumped. They aren't short of forensic talent. People are just starting to recognize that you are the best at what you do.”
She doesn’t know how to respond to this unexpected compliment. It’s not that she is insecure about her skills as a forensic pathologist or that she is valued by Mulder for the same. She hasn’t worried about that in a while. She’s just never heard him express it so bluntly. She relaxes into the couch.
“Ok, I’ll bite.” What is this experiment with a sample size of one?”
“I am hoping that I can persuade you to stay in my presence for more than the time it takes to check a wound and run. I haven’t been able to sense anything from my neighbors for a couple of days. Before you left my barometer was you and my ability was waning then. I figure there will be a few people at Trader Joe’s. I want to see if I can sense anything. ”
She feels a wave of embarrassment at her inability to control her thoughts around him. “Isn’t that the new place that is always packed? Mulder, you don’t have to do that. I can come over.”
“I’ll turn around if it starts to hurt my head or I feel overwhelmed. Plus I need something to eat that isn’t freezer burnt. I am suddenly craving what you call ‘real food’ I thought you would be pleased. Anyway, I have to hang up if I want to leave my apartment.”
“Take your cell!” She nearly shouts.
He chuckles in the low way he does when they talk on the phone late at night. The way she secretly hopes no one but she ever hears. “I never leave my apartment without my cell.” He says and hangs up.
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He is just leaving the elevator when his cell phone rings. He smiles despite himself. If pressed he would admit to feeling slightly abandoned this past week. He understands her reasons for being uncomfortable around him. It just so happens that they are the same reasons he suddenly feels like being in her presence is the best possible situation for him. She emanates unconditional love and he finds it addictive and unimaginably comforting. Her more romantically inclined emotions toward him aren’t bad either.
“I just talked to you.” He teases.
“I know. I know… just humor me.”
He passes a fellow tenant on their way to the elevator.
“Did you hear that?” He says.
“Hear what?”
“Exactly,” He says like he is leading her along explaining one of his theories. “I just passed that accountant who lives on the second floor but never uses the stairs. Didn’t get anything off him. Of course, he might just be a robot.”
“Mulder… I wouldn’t be able to… Nothing? Not even a feeling?” She feels hopeful
“Not a thing yet.” He is walking along Wythe St. which is moderately travelled with a few restaurants and shops. He hasn’t walked closely to anyone yet. “Hey, Scully. I am going to call you back. I need to interact with someone and it’s rude to be on a cell phone at a cash register.”
“Do you think that interacting with a cashier will be enough to tell?”
“Have you ever shopped at Trader Joe’s? I’ll be lucky if I get out of there without knowing the person’s life story. Telepathy or not. I’ll call you back.”
He closes his phone and turns into the store. This store is weird, he thinks. He’ll probably end up with frozen food despite what he just told Scully. He sets out to grab a few things he needs and a couple of things he knows she would like. He genuinely hopes she will have some reason to spend a bit more time at his place soon. He buys a bag of popcorn, some coffee, and milk. He grabs some mixed nuts after some deliberation. Why would a store this small have this many options for nuts and trail mix? Should he buy eggs and toast? He doesn’t typically eat a big breakfast but he knows she makes the time to eat in the mornings.
That thought pulls him into reality. Is he thinking about making her breakfast? Where in the hell had that come from? He needs to be careful. Knowledge of how she feels about him suddenly showed up in his mind a couple of weeks ago but he is living in a very different reality than she is. She doesn’t seem like the ‘move fast and break things’ type of person when it comes to romance. Not that they have ever talked about that sort of thing. If they did they might tempt fate. What the fuck is wrong with them?
He suddenly realizes he has been standing still holding a carton of eggs for much too long. He quickly puts the eggs back. Grabs a couple of premade salads, whole wheat cereal, and some microwave foods that contain veggies and makes his way to the register. He will stick with offering her popcorn, hopefully during a movie.
Now that his task is over and he has stopped dwelling on Scully, he realizes his only thoughts since leaving Hegal place have been his own.
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It feels like hours have gone by when Mulder finally calls her back. She has paced the apartment, boiled water for tea, forgotten to pour the cup of tea, flipped through the channels on her TV, and stared at the phone.
She tries to not answer too quickly.
“You should come over.” He says. That tone again. She gets a flippy feeling in her stomach. Has he always talked like that on the phone?
“Is everything OK?” She quickly asks.
“Couldn’t sense a thing. The kid that rang me up is going to Georgetown. He has to work because his scholarship only covers his classes, not his living expenses…”
“Mulder…”
“I laid down for a few minutes when I got back or I would have called you sooner.”
“Are you fatigued? Do you feel like you might have a fever? Are you in any pain?” She asks, unable to keep the concern out of her voice.
“I have been injured several times since I met you, Scully, and I haven’t died yet.” He says, irritation just slightly evident in his voice.
“You’ve never had your brain cut into.” She says. And then left for dead she thinks. “I’m coming over.”
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8:02 AM EDT April 19, 2024:
White Willow - "John Dee's Lament"
From the album Ignis Fatuus
(September 1, 1995)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
Original art, and that of the 2013 reissue
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