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

[amurdermostfowl]

[frustrated noise]

It's not that it doesn't make me happy, you wanting me not to be alone like that again, but all of your suggestions are seriously overstepping.

[Leans in to press their foreheads together.]

I'm so lucky to have you this time, I can't just ask for more right now.

[plotluck]

Why not? [It bothers him a lot, that Rowan can just accept that kind of loneliness. But they're not going to get anywhere with this for now, are they?] ...Teach me magic.

[amurdermostfowl]

[yea let's just not] Ah- that's probably gonna manifest pretty differently for you, so I'll have to think about how to go about teaching you.

[plotluck]

Why? Aren't we both angels or whatever?

[amurdermostfowl]

'Cause it's not that kind of magic. This is a magic system I came up with based on researching a lot of human magic and changing it for our needs. But that means it's tailored to my use and style of thought. Prooobably if you can do it at all, it'll have a way more straightforward form.

[plotluck]

Are you calling me simple?

[amurdermostfowl]

I'm calling you straightforward.

[plotluck]

...Whatever it's fine. If you can teach me you don't have to worry so much, right?

[amurdermostfowl]

I mean. I hate to break it to you but if we're found we're fucked, no matter how many of us can do magic.

[plotluck]

I don't believe that. If you can keep us safe by hiding us I can definitely be a help.

[amurdermostfowl]

I'm telling it like it is. I can protect us from some things if it comes down to a fight, but we're not angels anymore. We're really outclassed. But I'll teach you.

[plotluck]

That's fine.

[As long as he can... do something. As long as Rowan is being more honest with him about all this weird occult stuff.]

[amurdermostfowl]

I can't do much about teaching you tonight, but...

[he props his elbows on Noel's chest, swirling an index finger gently in the air until it starts to gather light, then spinning that light into a thread which he weaves through his hands casually.]

You can get a feel for it at least.

[plotluck]

What, just like this?

[Are we gonna play cat's cradle with magic?? well he does. Poke at it.]

[amurdermostfowl]

A lot of teaching you is gonna be trying to guide you as you figure it out for yourself. Pull strings if you want, I've got control, so it's safe. [those sure are magic.]

[plotluck]

[What the fuck do you do with magic string well he's going to pull on one anyway, it feels... warm and tingly maybe? Hard to say but it's nice. He tries threading it around his fingers but it's weirdly slippery or elusive, kind of wiggling away from him.]

[amurdermostfowl]

[kind of popcorns, letting him.] Ah. I guess I should explain that not all magic comes in this sort of form. Mine is a string game because that works for me personally for several reasons, but a lot of magics are like... making potions and demon summoning and stuff. It's pretty variable.

[plotluck]

Why string though?

[amurdermostfowl]

The only answer you're gonna get is me dissing myself so, you know, there's your warning.

[plotluck]

Can you try without putting yourself down?

[amurdermostfowl]

Uh. [give him a minute to carefully try and pick out words. in the meantime he pulls another pattern as if to keep his hands busy.] I guess it... comes down to the way I process things? One part affecting another affecting another, but all within control if you understand enough. But all part of the same whole, as well.

[plotluck]

So... complex.

[He tries to tug on the string again, still finding it difficult to work with.]

And I'll learn how to make magic work for me in ways that make sense to me?

[amurdermostfowl]

Yeah. And that part's not something I can really coach you on. [he's starting to visibly run out of caffeine though.]

[plotluck]

Okay... We can talk about the rest tomorrow. You look worn out.

[amurdermostfowl]

[lets his magic threads fade and pillows his head on his crossed arms. you are his bed now.] I was planning to go straight to bed after casting...