(Two years ago)
Dex lay in his bed, thinking. Quite a lot of his dreams were a rather distinctive teal. And he always awoke from his nightmares with that colour on his mind. He'd thought it was Biana, but, that night, he'd took an elixir, and, no. Nope. It wasn't Biana.
Nope. Nope. Just nope. He isn't interested. Thank you. Goodbye.
What? Just going to brainstorm random ideas to keep him away? Or random nicknames?
Not actually a bad idea. Let's go with... Wonderboy?
I'm shipping you two already.
BRAIN!
Fitz walked back to his room, deeply shaken and vaguely nauseous. It was one thing to have someone he loved fall in love with his best friend, and to have said best friend reciprocate. It was another to have that happen when living with a love-giddy sister. He liked Linh, and he thought Linh would be a good match for Biana, but it isn't going to sit well with his dinner.
When he was walking back to his room, the thing he wanted to think about the least popped up in his head. Of course. Why not?
He remembered how, when Keephie was revealed official, there was an emotion in the back of his mind that, even through the devastation, felt suspiciously like... Relief. Coloured by periwinkle.
And so began the careful dance between Fitz and Dex.