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.

Comments

[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?

[amurdermostfowl]

If I were willing to men-in-black flashy thing you I'd have done it by now. They is everything. Like I said, we're bait. I've lost count of the number of times we've had this conversation, so it's frankly stupid that I'm still this bad at it.

[plotluck]

Is this some kind of time loop thing or what?

[amurdermostfowl]

Might as well be. But no.

[plotluck]

...Can you just explain it to me then? I just saw you doing crazy magic in our back yard, I'm really going to believe anything you say, so just tell me.

[amurdermostfowl]

What part of "talking about it only draws their attention" is so hard to understand?

[plotluck]

The part where I don't even know who "they" are, Rowan!

[amurdermostfowl]

--Fine! Why the fuck not! It's not like keeping a low profile ever works anyway! We're angels cursed to reincarnate as humans eternally. You always forget. I never can. Pretty much everything wants a piece of us!

[plotluck]

...What?

[He doesn't like, disbelieve Rowan that's just also really hard to reconcile with what he's thought all his life.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[thunks his head down on Noel's shoulder.] Fuck. We're so fucked. Why do I even try at this point... Well. Maybe they'll hold. I kind of overdid it on the wards anyway.

[plotluck]

[He pets his hair kind of automatically.] How many times has this happened...?