Ride the cyclone chatfic to cure the soul (and others that are not so chatfic)

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Noel’s father..?

Friday 23rd February

 

St. Cassian Chamber Choir

Sun: Where is Noel? Has not been in since Tuesday

Astronaut: Did he not text you? He hasn’t texted any of us. I thought out of all of us he would at least tell you?

Sun: Don’t know

Alien: I might know

Sun: Yes???
Sun: Ginger?????
Sun: Так??? Why?

Alien: Okay okay calm down
Alien: I think it might have something to do with Noel’s father

Sun: Тато? Now that I think about it he hasn’t mentioned a dad

Alien: As far as I know they haven’t seen eachother for over a decade

Sun: How long is decade?

Alien: Десять років

Sun: You speak Ukrainian??? And thanks

Alien: Yeah I’m part Ukrainian

Sun: Wow. Did not know

Alien: Only a few people know 😅

Astronaut: I knew!

Alien: You know everything about me, you don’t count <3

 

Constance ————> Ricky

Constance: Did you see that??

Ricky: Yes. A heart? She’s in love with you.

Constance: I knew it

Ricky: I love feeding into your delusions Connie.

 

St. Cassian Chamber choir

 

Sun: Sooooo
Sun: Noel?

 

Alien: Oh yeah my bad
Alien: @Moon Are you with your father at the moment?

Moon: Mhm

Alien: Are you okay?

Moon: Can’t text atm.

Alien: Are you in danger? Is he hurting you? Tell me, Noel we are worried.

Moon: Gtg
Moon: Will probably text later

 

Mischa was worried to say the least. He hadn’t seen Noel since Tuesday. It was like Noel was his obsession. It had only been a few days? Also, Ocean speaking Ukrainian? New news to him. At least now they could have secret conversations with her in Ukrainian that no one else would understand. Maybe even talk to her about Noel. Why do all Mischa’s thoughts lead back to that stupid little pretty French boy?

 

Meanwhile, Noel was upset. Tears had dried down his cheeks and now his eyes were puffy and pink, his hands were around his stomach, barely clutching his phone in his hand as he went offline from the groupchat. He knew it was a mistake going back to Paris with his father. After all, it was to see Josephine. Though, he should have known better. In a simpler world, he would have taken Josephine and went back home. To Canada. To Uranium. To his mother. To Mischa. In a simpler world, he wouldn’t be hurt so easily. But when you want to be loved, you need to endure the pain that comes with it. In his case, there wasn’t enough love. And too much pain. Noel’s head went fuzzy and he fell to the ground…

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