GAY ANGELS

[plotluck]

[It's the middle of summer and they're stuck house sitting. Their dad is away for the whole month.... Not really that unusual, he's always away on business. And their mom has been gone for a long while now. So it's just him, in charge of taking care of things, and his brother.

And the heat. Noel flops on the couch next to his little brother and groans, passing over a soda. It's already evening but the heat just doesn't let up. It really saps the strength out of Noel, but what it also does is... Well.

It's difficult being a teenager and gay and alone in a house with your brother who is actually really hot and you absolutely should not find attractive because he's your brother, and so as usual Noel slides his eyes away from his brother quickly after passing him the soda. Dinner was about half an hour ago so there's nothing left to do but sort of melt together in this heat.]

It's too hot to live. Revive me when it's November.

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[plotluck]

[Why the fuck is there so much he doesn't know about his brother?? But he follows along easily, letting Rowan tug him inside and kicking the door closed behind him.]

So you going to talk to me now?

[amurdermostfowl]

I'd honestly rather not. [but that doesn't mean he won't. tugging Noel to the couch and flopping on him. he's so tense.]

[plotluck]

[He settles, draping an arm around Rowan and letting his fingertips settle at the back of his neck, sort of massaging the tension there.] What's going on?

[amurdermostfowl]

[hums, a combination of complaint and also yes please do something about that tension.] Right now? Nothing. I intend to keep it that way.

[plotluck]

Okay so what are you keeping from happening? When did you learn magic? [He'll keep up the rubs though.]

[amurdermostfowl]

I'm self-taught. [that's not a direct answer, you shit.] To put it simply, we're kind of bait. For a lot of magical stuff.

[plotluck]

Since when? And why don;t I know about any of this?

[amurdermostfowl]

Since always. And you don't know because I've kept us safe.

[plotluck]

Not that I'm not really impressed, but why keep me in the dark?

[amurdermostfowl]

'Cause the less you know the safer you are.

[plotluck]

Since when is that ever true?

[amurdermostfowl]

Since I'm protecting you.

[plotluck]

When did that start?!

[amurdermostfowl]

Ages ago! It's always been that way!

[plotluck]

SINCE WHEN!? Haven't I always been with you?

[amurdermostfowl]

Since always! I can't give you a satisfying answer!

[plotluck]

Why not?

[amurdermostfowl]

Because I can't! I can't tell you! Telling you never-- [snaps his mouth shut]

[plotluck]

Telling me never what? [He's not yelling but there's a quiet intensity to the question.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[hoarsely.] Never nothing. It doesn't matter.

[plotluck]

Rowan. I'm not letting this go. You might as well tell me. It obviously matters. You know freaking magic. And you're protecting us from stuff I don't even know what. You can't just take that alone, even if you have been until now, you have to let me in.

[amurdermostfowl]

[studies him for a few moments, then, pointedly:] Telling you never changes anything.

[plotluck]

...What are you talking about?

[amurdermostfowl]

Telling you never helps. You're- just a person, now. And talking about it only draws their attention, even within my wards.

[plotluck]

"Never"? How many times have we had this conversation? Are you telling me I have amnesia or you men-in-black flashy thing'd me? What do you mean I'm just a person? Who is they?