[ he is a stone mason and does beautiful fucking work, just the most delicate and elegant masonry. people pay him so much money to put in stone backsplashes for them and then he retreats to the woods behind their childhood home to keep laying hand-carved stones to build his own fairy tale cottage.
the most views she has ever gotten on instagram was when she asked her brother a bunch of questions about when they were kids, as he was hauling boulders in a grey tee shirt. ]
He, uh, he punched Al. So I can see where the sound bites are coming from.
[ he's like an angry dog licking his wounds, she gets it. ]
( gabriel makes a satisfied sound, hearing that alex's life is moseying along nicely. then he makes another, more sharply approving. )
Nah, that's not understandable. He's just a weak willed worm of a man.
( any decent person would have taken it on the chin instead of running and crying for everyone to hear. that's fine gabe's just gonna start #GlassJawAl real quick nbd... )
( it dawns on him that he could have been there, would have been there probably. to witness it, to better speak out against some abusive shithead coach with the weight of his own worth despite his already turbulent reputation. now all he has is impotent shit-stirring online. )
Ah shit, hey I forgot I have a meeting. ( no he didn't, and no he doesn't. but he does have an idea. ) I gotta let you go, but congrats on cutting the dead weight and getting free.
( this was the first time he's surfaced from the haze of anger and depression since the accident, and he tries to make it sound like a joke a little bit. but she can't get used to it. he's going to try to capitalize on it, but he can't let her expect this again.
she's the only one who bothered to reach out, and she doesn't deserve his bullshit. )
You should go sleep for a week, probably. It was good talking to you.
( he hangs up but doesn't get off the phone for another couple of hours. the calls he makes are awkward and uncomfortable but he's a twat and everyone knows he's a twat so really that just makes it easier for him to cut through bullshit, even if he doesn't get a ton of leads. it's enough for now.
and he may not have his family's money or resources anymore, but the network he built on his reputation was his own. maybe lind won't thank him, it's not like she needs his help lining up new coachesโbut the ones he urges to approach her are at least the stand up kind.
he thinks about turning down an impromptu on skype for an online hot take for some nobody working at an espn subsidiary, but what's he got to lose at this point?
and so a week later he's peppered online saying things like "al couldn't coach himself out of his own asshole" and "lind barely needs coaching anyway, i could do it with my good hand tied behind my back and that's saying something considering only two of my fingers on my right even work" and "just watch, now that she's cut the dead weight she's gonna dominate, and if she doesn't i'll break the two working fingers i have left."
which okay it's a little much even for him. why he's so pressed, he doesn't know. lind always got under his skin, and he couldn't figure out to get under hers. and here he is, acting like they're opposite each other with a net between them again, letting her live in his head. )
[ its about another week before she reaches out again but she has had a lot going on. al can't revoke her visa but she moves home before it expires anyway, settling back in to the lind homestead with her brother's help. she eats a lot of tiny fishes on brown bread and starts getting her energy back slowly, hits the ball around on the court at her primary school.
alex continues sending her screenshots of gabriel's antics, even though she doesn't ask. (he sends her screenshots of her "netflix boyfriend" liking and retweeting gabriel as well, really adding fuel to the fire.) she gets a few offers from a few fairly well-known coaches and she knows it is his doing but she demurs on answering. she's been sick, you see, she is still recovering from the hell flu, yeah she played sick, yeah that's insane, right?
eventually her parents sit her down and tell her that she can retire if she wants and she realizes she doesn't want to. she loves tennis. ]
i was just chapping his ass, i didn't mean to fuck with you. for once, really.
( he thought maybe he went too far yeah but it was obviously just to mess with the guy. gabriel's got nothing to lose anymore, he can trot out on limbs like that. )
every single one of them is gonna fucking coddle me bc one cunt made me cry
like i give a shit if you shout at me across the court when i fuck up the 18th time in a row? i deserve that bc clearly i haven't been fucking listening
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( he sucks in a breath, blows it out again. maybe he can redirect. )
What's he up to these days anyway?
( wow, dude. smooth. )
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[ he is a stone mason and does beautiful fucking work, just the most delicate and elegant masonry. people pay him so much money to put in stone backsplashes for them and then he retreats to the woods behind their childhood home to keep laying hand-carved stones to build his own fairy tale cottage.
the most views she has ever gotten on instagram was when she asked her brother a bunch of questions about when they were kids, as he was hauling boulders in a grey tee shirt. ]
He, uh, he punched Al. So I can see where the sound bites are coming from.
[ he's like an angry dog licking his wounds, she gets it. ]
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Nah, that's not understandable. He's just a weak willed worm of a man.
( any decent person would have taken it on the chin instead of running and crying for everyone to hear. that's fine gabe's just gonna start #GlassJawAl real quick nbd... )
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[ there comes a scratchy, rustling noise as she sinks into the couch and smothers herself in the blankets.
she might sound better but she is still suffering from sleepy bitch disease. ]
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( it dawns on him that he could have been there, would have been there probably. to witness it, to better speak out against some abusive shithead coach with the weight of his own worth despite his already turbulent reputation. now all he has is impotent shit-stirring online. )
Ah shit, hey I forgot I have a meeting. ( no he didn't, and no he doesn't. but he does have an idea. ) I gotta let you go, but congrats on cutting the dead weight and getting free.
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[ it's so abrupt she is off-footed for a handful of seconds, shaking her head like a confused dog. ]
Don't make me text you in all caps again.
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( this was the first time he's surfaced from the haze of anger and depression since the accident, and he tries to make it sound like a joke a little bit. but she can't get used to it. he's going to try to capitalize on it, but he can't let her expect this again.
she's the only one who bothered to reach out, and she doesn't deserve his bullshit. )
You should go sleep for a week, probably. It was good talking to you.
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[ the smile is in her voice again, a soft hum. she doesn't say she misses him because he might die but she thinks it really, really hard. ]
Hej dรฅ, G.
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( he hangs up but doesn't get off the phone for another couple of hours. the calls he makes are awkward and uncomfortable but he's a twat and everyone knows he's a twat so really that just makes it easier for him to cut through bullshit, even if he doesn't get a ton of leads. it's enough for now.
and he may not have his family's money or resources anymore, but the network he built on his reputation was his own. maybe lind won't thank him, it's not like she needs his help lining up new coachesโbut the ones he urges to approach her are at least the stand up kind.
he thinks about turning down an impromptu on skype for an online hot take for some nobody working at an espn subsidiary, but what's he got to lose at this point?
and so a week later he's peppered online saying things like "al couldn't coach himself out of his own asshole" and "lind barely needs coaching anyway, i could do it with my good hand tied behind my back and that's saying something considering only two of my fingers on my right even work" and "just watch, now that she's cut the dead weight she's gonna dominate, and if she doesn't i'll break the two working fingers i have left."
which okay it's a little much even for him. why he's so pressed, he doesn't know. lind always got under his skin, and he couldn't figure out to get under hers. and here he is, acting like they're opposite each other with a net between them again, letting her live in his head. )
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alex continues sending her screenshots of gabriel's antics, even though she doesn't ask. (he sends her screenshots of her "netflix boyfriend" liking and retweeting gabriel as well, really adding fuel to the fire.) she gets a few offers from a few fairly well-known coaches and she knows it is his doing but she demurs on answering. she's been sick, you see, she is still recovering from the hell flu, yeah she played sick, yeah that's insane, right?
eventually her parents sit her down and tell her that she can retire if she wants and she realizes she doesn't want to. she loves tennis. ]
you could coach me, huh? easy peasy?
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( has he ever been a bigger hypocrite? )
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do it
coach me
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i'll even come to you
i'll bring alex if that sweetens the pot
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( he thought maybe he went too far yeah but it was obviously just to mess with the guy. gabriel's got nothing to lose anymore, he can trot out on limbs like that. )
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tough shit, you said it and i'm cashing in
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there's nothing to cash, lind. it was a dumb hyperbolic turn of phrase. a joke on me and him, not you.
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you and your two fingers can stop now, i think he gets the picture
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( he is too stupid to be trying to be this slick )
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they all seem great
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like i give a shit if you shout at me across the court when i fuck up the 18th time in a row? i deserve that bc clearly i haven't been fucking listening
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no c'mon
you're enough a pain in the ass they'll shout in no time
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i saw you made a post but it cracks me up to capstone this thread