#FalkCoe

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Everyone knows

Falkoff/Simcoe

ion know fam. i guess im the only one that sees the truth in this dead fandom lmao. (SRRY about grammatical errors im trynna spit this out before work :’’3)

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Fall mornings were fucking cold. That one thing was for sure.

McInnis’s teeth chattered, the fire that someone had just started hardly any reprieve from the freeze currently assaulting him. The sun had barely graced the horizon, it’s warming rays a gift that couldn’t come fucking fast enough.

Men bustled around him, Tanner throwing a joke over his shoulder about McInnis’s tolerance to the weather, earning him a rude gesture in return that made him bark with laughter. 

He watched them from where he had buried half of his face in his scarf, noting a lack of one particular man.

Falkoff.

The man would usually be out at this time, barking orders in the captain’s absence. McInnis swiveled his head along the camp, he really was nowhere, he couldn’t possibly be asleep still, could he? Unless he had fallen ill, in which case that could turn into a problem quick in these frigid conditions.

McInnis liked Falkoff, would consider him a pretty well friend, so there was just enough motivation for the man to step away from his coveted heat source to get a wider view, but still not seeing even a glimpse of blond.

He was lost in thought until he heard footsteps, swinging around to face O’Sean, who was looking equally lost.

‘‘Mornin’, have you seen the captain anywhere?” the private asked, cheeks rosy from the bite of the cold, McInnis shook his head, ‘‘No, ‘avn’t seen Falkoff either”

McInnis hummed in thought, looking to the ground as if it would give him an answer. Maybe they were in the captains tent discussing important matters, surely that was the only place they could be?

“I’ll go see if they’re in the captains quarters, surely must be important if it’s taking them this long” McInnis offered, O’Sean nodded and went off to busy himself.

The walk wasn’t long at all, and in no time the tent was but only a few steps away. McInnis raised his hand to one of the wooden beams to knock, but was stopped short, and almost bowled over, by Falkoff. 

The other man looked...McInnis really couldn’t put his finger on it. Falkoff wore an almost shocked expression, brown eyes blown wide, blond hair crowning his face in a shockingly messy manner, hanging loose around his shoulders. His face was red, more like he had just run a mile than from embarrassment, and his mouth hung open just slightly. He was half dressed, his jacket and gaiters hanging from his arms, his cravat stuffed loosely into his shirt collar.

There was no exchange of words, except for a soft “Pardon me”, from Falkoff, as he nearly bumped shoulders in his bid to fly past McInnis, who was stood stock still. what?...what? 

There was a cough behind him, and he turned to find Motlow, with an unreadable expression painting his face. 

He slowly joined the man, who was beckoning him over with increasing urgency. Motlow started to grin the further they walked away, barely containing indignant giggles that confused an already confused McInnis.

“You saw that too, right?” McInnis asked, still toiling over possibilities and scenarios in his head for what that possibly could have been.

“Aye’ man, av’ been seein’ it, glad someone else has too” Motlow replied, still ate up in laughter as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

“This happens often?”

“Yep, damn near every mornin’ now, but even I’m shocked, this is the latest Falkoff has been trynna hurry back to his tent”

“For what? even if they were gonna discuss plans this early in the damn mornin’ couldn’t Falkoff just get ready in the captains tent? or just get ready before headin’ that way?”

Motlow paused, then turned to look at him, brows knotted as if what McInnis just said made absolutely no sense at all. Then, his expression changed to one of utter indignation.

“That’s what you think is going on?”

“Well what the bloody hell else could it be?!”

Motlow looks to his left, then to his right, then when he concluded there was no one in their immediate vicinity, he leaned in to whisper in McInnis.

A moment.

Two.

McInnis jumped back, face torn in shock.

“THEY’RE WHAT??”

Just then, Falkoff rushed past them, eyes glued to the ground, face burning red hot.