( a novel idea )

beauregard gates. 35. english. widower & father. former river house field operative. current espionage novelist.

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genevieve-skyes:

Ice cream was always a good idea, rain or shine. These words Genevieve lived and breathed. Her feet happily walked over to the stand she’d spotted from the farthest corner of her sight. Her only problem: she really didn’t know what flavor to pick. She supposed if she could narrow it down to a couple flavors, then two scoops wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world. Having been lost with the overwhelming choices, it took a moment for the male’s words to register. “Do you see him anywhere?” her voice carried the smallest trace of worry, and Genevieve had glanced around with him, as if she knew what the boy looked like. Still, the mother in her just worried too much in general. 

Beau was willing himself not to panic - not only was Northpoint probably the safest place in the planet, but Danny was a very smart child, and he didn't do things like wander off. Still, Beau was playing back the past few minutes, thinking, I'd only looked away for a second, the time it took to place an order. He gave the woman an approximation of a smile, too distracted to try too hard at it. "Uh, would you mind?" he asked, lifting the two cones towards her. They were hardly an inconvience, he just couldn't bear to be standing there holding ice cream at a time like this and ------ "Just for a second? I'll do a quick lap of the square, and -" So casually it was almost hilarious, Daniel came around the corner of the stand, holding Beau's phone aloft. "Daniel," Beau said, less scolding and more a reminder. "Please don't wander, okay? I nearly gave away your ice cream. I still might." He smiled at the woman. "Do you like mint chocolate chip?"

[speakwow]

Behind the scenes of the Look What You Made Me Do music video

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aelish-visser:

Nothing was better thanice cream in the summertime. It was the perfect way to cool off. What she didn’twant to admit though was that summer was almost over. Soon it’ll be back towearing sweaters and trying to stay warm. Until then though she was going toenjoy the rest of summer as much as she could. Looking at the man in front ofher in line, she laughed at what he said. “I’ll grab some napkins for you but I’mafraid I’m not your son. I saw him walking toward a bench about a minute ago.”

“No, certainly not,” Beau agreed, carefully shifting his grip on the cones so that he could hold them both in one hand. “Thank you, but I’ve got it,” he assured her, gathering a handful of napkins. If he seemed a touch distracted, he hoped she would understand – Northpoint was the safest place imaginable, and anyway, Danny was a smart, independent kid. Beau doubted he would come to harm, but he was still a parent, and that meant worrying. He cast a glance towards the corner of the garden with shaded benches, and his heart unclenched – a little bit, anyway. There had been tension there since Daniel had been born. “Thank you, Miss Visser,” he repeated, glancing away from where Danny was peaceably reading. He backed up slightly, out of her way, body angling towards the vendor. “I’ll get hers, yeah?” he said to the employee.

[beaugates-blog]

School was quickly approaching, a fact that both Beau and Danny were trying their best not to think about. But as the days grew shorter, it was hard to avoid realizing how quickly the summer was fading. "Grab some napkins, will you?" Beau asked, turning away from the ice cream stand with two cones in hand. "Oh -" he said, wincing as he noticed that the person was most definitely not his son. "Sorry, I was speaking with ----" he glanced around, searching for Danny. "--- my son," he said after a beat, blinking at the space near his elbow that Danny usually occupied.

[clove-barlowe]

Aelish sighed, the memories of her old life with her husbands drowning her that day. “You know today would have been my wedding anniversary,” She said to the person sitting next to her. Why she was talking about it she wasn’t sure but it felt good to say it out loud.

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Startled, Beau looked up from his laptop. He had one earphone in, and he reached up to remove it without looking away from Aelish. This seemed like a no-earphones sort of topic. "I'm very sorry to hear that, Aelish. I didn't realize that was today."

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aelish-visser:

“Oh good. I was worriedthat you were headed off to work or something. I’m glad that you were justheaded home.” At least if he went there he could clean himself up and not haveto walk around sticky. “Beau? That’s a very interesting name. Not one you herevery often or at least not as a name. Is it short of anything or were your parentsjust ahead of the times?”

Beau chuckled. "Well, it just so happens that I work from home, so..." he waved a hand to-and-fro. "Your concerns are not completely unfounded." But the sentiment stood - it would be extraordinarily easy for him to get what little mess there was cleaned up. "Oh, Beauregard," he explained. "But that's a bit too many syllables, if you ask me. Beau does the job nicely."

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aelish-visser:

“Sharing the blame sounds great to me. Makes me feel a bit better knowing that it wasn’t entirely my fault,” Aelish joked. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a few Kleenexes. She used one to clean herself off and handed him one to do the same. “Here. I would hate to think that you’re walking around all sticky because of me. Also I don’t know if this is the best way to meet someone or the most awkward. I’m Aelish by the way.”

"No, not at all," Beau assured her, smiling. He accepted the tissue gratefully, carefully running it around the top of the coffee cup where some of the coffee had welled. "No, please, don't worry about it. I was just heading home, anyway." He dropped the Kleenex into a nearby bin and smiled at her. "Aelish," he repeated, "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Beau."

[teacupdarkling]

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aelish-visser:

Aelish had watched the man make his way through the crowd. It was impressive the way he wove himself through the crowd without running into anyone or dropping anything. Once she had her drink though she stopped paying attention to his movements though she wished she hadn’t. Maybe if she had paid attention to him she wouldn’t have ran into him at the door. “Shit. Don’t be sorry. I’m the one that should be sorry. Are you alright?”

To be fair, despite his luck in the form of spacial awareness, Beau moved without paying any particular attention to those around him. Beau was a notoriously private person - first, by necessity. And then, more recently, through preference. He had a relatively small, quiet world, and he liked it like that - enjoyed the peace and quiet. "We can share the blame," he said, stepping away from her. "I'm perfectly alright."

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sophiadxniels:

She’d only just returned from her desperate dash home to visit Sydney just the day before, still stuck on Australian time she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get through the day without some coffee at least. She hadn’t exactly wanted to leave her mother, the woman not not used to being alone now and with her dad gone… the mere thought brought a sigh to the brunette’s lips as she didn’t pay attention to where she was going. Looking up, she managed to save her own cup from dropping and merely offered him a tired smile in return. “No harm no foul,” she replied, her accent slightly thicker given the time she had just spent at home. “My coffee is still in tact, if it hadn’t it would’ve been a whole other story.”

Carefully, Beau shifted his cup to his free hand so he could properly unravel the napkin he'd wrapped around it, using it to clean some of the errant coffee from where it had pooled on the lid of the cup. His attention, though, remained on the woman in front of him, watching her face with polite interest as she waved him off. Beau chuckled, carefully leaning back against the door, holding it open while leaving her space to slide past him, should she choose. "That would be fair," he assured her, smiling. "Though even that would be fixable."

[beaugates-blog]

Coffee in one hand, Beau carefully slipped through the milling would-be-coffee-drinkers waiting for their orders to come up. He carefully wound around one person and then another, weaving his way to the newspaper stand, where he - balancing his coffee in the crook of his elbow - helped himself to one of the papers from Boston. All of that effort, and not one spilled drop ----- just to very nearly knock into someone as he shouldered the door open. No damage done, on his end, at least, but still - he cast the person a smile. "Sorry 'bout that,"

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sophiadxniels:

“Yes, Mum I’ve been eating fine.” Sophia’s voice was only slightly irritated as she listened to her mother continue her cross examination of her daughter, and she swore she was able to tell from the other side of the world that her daughter was merely pacifying her so that she could continue her day. “C’mon, it’s gotta be gone midnight there, go to bed and I’ll talk to you tomorrow we’ll skype…” she trailed off, smiling a little as a boy brushed passed her, the same eagerness she had once displayed in her favourite shops before she caught sight of who she presumed was the boys father. “Mum, I’ve gotta go.. bye, by–” she hung up on her mother mid protest and knew she would pay for that later, just in time to hear the apologies. “Nah, no problem I get the excitement. You guys can go ahead, I’m still deciding.”

"Ah, yes ---- that excitement! Oh, to be young again,” Beau said, waxing poetic from his old-timer perspective as he chuckled. “Thank you," he added, no less sincere for the amusement. Daniel, not needing much more of a go-ahead than that, went back to perusing the confectionary case. Beau hung back, waiting patiently for Daniel to make his decision, certain it wouldn’t take long. It had been impossible for him to not notice the accent dressing the woman’s words, and he had lived in Northpoint long enough to find it unfamiliar – not unfamiliar unfamiliar, but not one that he had heard for a time, not since expats living in Cambridge and holidays spent abroad. He wagered his bets that she was new in town, casting her a companionable smile as he told her, "For whatever it's worth -- everything here is spectacular."

[a-joyfuljourney]

Brittany York

[beaugates-blog]

"Daniel, honestly," Beau said, but he was laughing, even out of breath, as he shuffled carefully behind his son. "Mind the ice, please - please," he repeated, tightening his grip on Danny's hand as he felt him start to slip. Their breath was clouding the air, which nipped at their faces, but neither father nor son had time to worry for the cold. "Here, how about we stop for biscuts, eh?" he asked, redirecting Danny towards the bakery. It was as if he'd said the magic word - Danny flew through the door and up to the confectionary case, brushing past waiting customers in his high spirits. "Daniel," Beau said softly, less a scold and more a reminder, before giving the others waiting in line an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm very sorry." Belatedly remembering his manners, Danny retreated to his father's side. "I'm sorry," he echoed.

[scarwitch]

[wiisemary]

[teacupdarkling]