I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 3

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Monday, January 3rd, 1921
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January 3rd, 1921

Since arriving in New Orleans, Batallier has been very active. T-

Anthony stopped his note, took the paper, and crumpled it into a ball with a small groan. He couldn't think properly. This letter was going to his father so it was expected of him to use code, just in case someone of authority managed to get a hold of the letter and stick their nose in business they weren't supposed to.

Since the run-in with Alastor last Wednesday, Anthony's free time was only consumed by this man plaguing his every thought. It didn't help that while he was scoping the target, Anthony would occasionally see the taller man lurking about.
He couldn't be sure if he was spotted himself, but that was the least of his concerns. His birthday was quickly approaching and he wanted to be home before then, not wanting to miss the traditions he and his sister would take part in together.

Taking a drag of his cigarette before beginning a new draft, Anthony took a deep breath to gather himself once again.

January 3rd, 1921

Target has been spotted numerous times as a dope peddler as well as hooch. Found at a local gin mill one to two times a week. Target does not seem to be the violent type. Quiet. It does not look like the kind to be heeled.

Anthony had to pause again, his mind wandering back to Alastor yet again.
Why?
Why did he have to find him so intriguing? Why did Alastor have to have such a dashing smile and always be so well maintained?
Why did Anthony even care in the first place?
The night prior, Anthony had a dream that consisted of that morning after his arrival. Alastor in the shop that morning. So rugged yet elegant. Pristine.

Setting the pen down on the small table located in his hotel room, Anthony stood up and made his way over to the window, taking another drag of his cigarette as he opened it. It was getting late, the sun setting in the east reflecting off of the Mississippi River which could barely be seen from over the few other buildings between the hotel and said river. A beautiful sight altogether, if Anthony did say so himself.

"C'mon, Tony. Gotta focus here."
Anthony muttered to himself as he watched the horizon.
"Pops is expectin' that letter. The longer it takes ya, the longer you'll be stuck here with him..."

This was starting to make the blonde's head hurt. Trying to figure out how to move past Alastor and keep his mind set was near impossible and he was starting to come up with reasons why.
Closing his eyes, Anthony tilted his head back as he began to dive deeper into the depths of his mind to try to figure out why this was happening. He had no other choice right now.

A scene from his childhood was almost immediately present as he thought back to the first time he suppressed and refused to acknowledge that he found men appealing.

Anthony and Molly were in the kitchen, around twelve or thirteen years old, the female twin trying out a new recipe for a cake while their father and older brother were out doing who knows what.
Anthony was looking through some form of media, the newspaper perhaps, coming across an illustration of a dashing looking man with a woman. He couldn't remember what the topic was for it, his mind focused entirely on the man.
The way he was put together just caught Anthony's eye and didn't seem to let go. It confused him, how well this unknown man was able to capture his attention and hold it for so long.
It also might have angered him to an extent because he knew that he wasn't supposed to see another man like that. It was unheard of and completely unacceptable, so why did he still take an interest?