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Pucking Around with Fate Spoon and Fork
POV: GunnerThe locker room after the game had the specific quality of a space where something significant had happened and everyone present was still processing whether it was over.It wasn't over. Gunner knew that. The fight had been real and the ejection had been real and the suspension was real and whatever was going to happen next was going to be real, but none of that was what the reporters wanted to talk about. What the reporters wanted was the narrative version, the clean story they could package and distribute, and they had descended on the locker room with the focused patience of people who understood that they were going to get something worth having and were simply waiting for access.Gunner had washed the blood off his face because the coach had told him to and because he was not entirely unreasonable about everything. He'd changed into his street clothes with the efficiency of a man who wanted to be somewhere else and was managing the intermediate steps as quickly as pos
Pucking Around with Fate Best of Friends
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerHe came in like weather.The door didn't slam because he didn't slam it. He didn't need to. The quality of his arrival filled the room without requiring any additional punctuation, and the players who had been in the general vicinity of the door dispersed to either side with the practiced efficiency of people who had worked with this man long enough to have calibrated their reflexes to his various states and understood that this particular state required significant clearance.His face was the color of something that needed medical attention."Santos! Jäger! Get your goddamn asses on this bench!"Khyle got there without scurrying. He was very deliberate about not scurrying. He sat. Gunner arrived a half second later with the sauntering pace of a man making a point about his own timeline, which was either brave or deeply unwise given current atmospheric conditions, and dropped himself heavily onto the bench beside Khyle with his forearms on his thighs and hi
Pucking Around with Fate Rusty Propeller
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThree security guards filled the space between them.It was a reasonable allocation of resources given the circumstances. Gunner stood at his end of the locker room and Khyle stood at his, and the geography was not accidental. They had arrived at opposite walls by unspoken mutual agreement, the same instinct that kept volatile compounds in separate containers, and they stayed there while the practical work of removing equipment proceeded in the specific silence of two people who understood that sound was a risk right now.It was faster than usual. They had each assisted the other in removing a significant portion of their equipment during the preceding twenty minutes, so the remaining layers went quickly. By the time the process was complete, both men had left the ice shirtless, which the crowd had apparently appreciated based on the particular register of the noise that had followed them off, and which neither of them had the current bandwidth to process.
Pucking Around with Fate Drop Em
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThe breakaway happened the way the best and worst moments in hockey always happened, fast and without warning and with complete disregard for everything that had been building around it.Gunner had won the puck off a Ravens player he'd pinned along the boards, spinning out of the contact with the puck on his stick and the open ice ahead of him, and Khyle had been there, paralleling him in the neutral zone before either of them had consciously decided this was the play they were running. The crowd noise lifted as the fans registered what was developing.Khyle cut in front of a Ravens forward moving to intercept, put his shoulder into him hard enough to redirect his momentum, and cleared the lane. Two seconds. That was what he'd bought them, two seconds of open ice with a single defender pulled wide and the goalie backing into his crease and calculating the angles.He could feel Gunner at his left without looking. The specific weight of his presence, the soun
Pucking Around with Fate Fresh Ice
POV: AtmosphericOutside Sokyoku Hill Arena, nestled in the heart of Seattle, on a crisp dark Saturday night in December, the world was doing what it always did while the game was happening inside.Row after row of vehicles sat in frozen silence in the parking lot, their windows accumulating a fine layer of frost at the edges. A few dedicated smokers huddled near the entrance doors, red cigarette tips flaring and fading in the dark as they moved with the practiced efficiency of people managing their habit against the cold. Security guards made their slow loops of the lot with heavy flashlights cutting pale paths through the darkness. A stray piece of garbage moved across the pavement in the lazy hands of the night wind, the only thing in the exterior landscape that seemed to be in any hurry.Inside was a different country entirely.The ice had been shaved, scraped, washed, and returned to its pre-game condition by two Zambonis working in parallel during the intermission, and it gleame
Pucking Around with Fate Keep It Together
POV: GunnerThe door closed.He stood in the middle of the locker room with the hands of three teammates still on his arms and shoulders and felt the specific quality of a room that had just had something removed from it. Not emptied. Just changed. The way a room changed after a storm passed through, everything rearranged slightly, the air carrying the charge of what had just happened.He pulled back.Not violently. He just withdrew from the hands that were holding him with the deliberate control of a man signaling that the immediate danger had passed and physical containment was no longer the primary concern. They read it correctly. The grips loosened, released, and the players who'd been part of the human barrier began dispersing with the focused efficiency of men who had somewhere else to be and were grateful for the excuse.Gunner stood where they left him and breathed.His brain was doing something he didn't have language for. Running multiple tracks simultaneously, the way it di
Pucking Around with Fate Rubbing One Out
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThe first period had been a war of attrition and everyone knew it.From the moment the puck dropped, the Hollows had been operating under a mandate that had nothing to do with hockey in the traditional sense. Their new coach Aiden Cross had built something specific in th
Pucking Around with Fate Lifeline
POV: GunnerThe engine was still running.Gunner sat in the driver's seat with his right hand wrapped around the gear shift and the heater doing its job and going absolutely nowhere. The parking lot was mostly empty. He'd pulled in at an angle that was probably not technically within the lines, but
Pucking Around with Fate Dead Air
POV: KhyleThe parking lot was almost empty.That was the thing about arriving early. The lot had a particular quality at this hour, the specific stillness of a space that was designed for crowds and currently held almost none, the overhead lights doing their job anyway, throwing pale circles down
Pucking Around with Fate Downward
POV: KhyleThe plan had seemed so clean when he'd made it.Just be yourself, he'd told himself, sitting in that locker room with his shoe lace in his hands and the quiet certainty of a man who had just figured something out. Let Gunner deal with the consequences of who Khyle was. Don't fight it. Do
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