Prophet’s Cry: Chapter Three
Gideon meets a posh English fucker out; his marriage is as poor as ever.
Prophet Shulman, Administrative Secretary at the Middlesbrough branch of Friar Holdings, has been on the verge of divorce for the past twenty years, almost ever since he got fucking married.
Fucking his boss might make him as bad as his husband, but what the fuck’s the point in trying to be good anymore?
Meanwhile, Vance Vixen, recently emerged from his own divorce and also the closet, when not fucking his Admin Secretary in the stationery cupboard, begins a delicate romance with a bartender named Gideon Shulman.
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Content warnings for this chapter: ableism, internalised homophobia, references to poor consent practices within marriage.
It’s a regular thing of theirs, Hal, Viz, and Gideon’s, to go out to Jordan’s.
Gideon remembers when he inherited Elsie’s place, Crows, got word sent from some fucking solicitor — he hadn’t even known the old woman had moved to Middlesbrough, let alone that she was running some dive on the edge of the city. They’d had the wake there, the funeral.
