passing notes in secrecy
After his publishing career comes to an unwanted halt, Henry Fox finds himself a member of the Secretaries of Juliet. With a relentless writer's block and the undeniable need to simply produce words, Henry has taken to helping others find endings to their love stories. Even if he has made peace he will probably never find love of his own. But when one of Henry's replies shows up in the hands of Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry finds himself on a journey of remembrance, discovery, hope and love. He soon finds himself wondering if he had been wrong all along. That perhaps love had just been waiting right around the corner for him Or, a loosely based Letters to Juliet AU. Words: 15.3k
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Henry watches with heavy eyes, chin rested in the palm of his hand, as the steam rises from his mug of tea. His other hand rests idly near his laptop, a blank document open and the merciless cursor disappearing and reappearing periodically. Next to him, there is a stack of letters, delivered to him just that afternoon, full of words of love, admiration and perhaps even heartbreak. He only wishes he could enact the same words onto the page before him. Outside, the weather had turned quickly, dark clouds rolling in and bursts of thunder rumbling before the sky eventually opens up and rain now pelts the window. During this time, David had tucked himself up on the floor near Henry’s feet, for his own comfort and reassurance just as much as Henry’s.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
A particularly loud crack of thunder sounds, startling Henry out of his trance and he lets out a long breath, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his eyes. He leans forwards once again, resting his forearms on the table before reaching and slamming the laptop closed, finally silencing the damned cursor.
The letters and the love stories they hold will have to suffice for the time being.
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