#disclaimer: there is sadly no Paul the pub guy in this fic

[boglady]

I don't typically share my fic on here, but I've been working on some version of this Ted/Beard/Rebecca story since July and it's nearly 20K so I feel like I owe it to myself to hype it now that it's finally out in the world.

Summary “No, no, it was threefold.” The memory’s so clear to Ted that it’s almost odd that Beard can’t see it too—a recursive layering of images, both ternary and infinite, somehow more vivid now than it was when he first experienced it. “All of it was threefold.” Aka the one in which I bring the triangle metaphor to its natural conclusion.