posted sunday idc

[geminids]

↧ saturday, holiday party

broderick's house is full of people, laughter, and wine... so, so much wine. and bracken loves it all. he's slicing a baguette beside broderick, who's armed with a corkscrew and a fresh bottle of some fancy magicked red, when two of the wizard's colleagues get into a debate about the best shape for potion vials. (fucking nerds.) they trade good-natured and childish barbs until one scoffs and calls the other a pwrs.

it means 'purse' and 'nutsack,' which makes it the best homonym bracken's learned so far. he snorts a laugh. broderick freezes mid-(cork)screw, jaw slack, dumbfounded. a brief squabble — bracken understood that? did he learn insults? ... he learned welsh? bracken gets all he ever wanted (a kiss, gratitude laced with lingering shock, that borders on inappropriate). when he only answers follow-up questions with a smarmy little grin, broderick shoves the wine at a bystander and drags bracken to a room, out of sight. they don't reappear until later.

↧ sunday, london

"i take it off when i'm inside. ma'am." bracken doffs his beaver felt hat for the the illustrious mrs. harriet parish — grant's momma, brook's nan, the woman who'd extended a special invitation to join her at sunday service. she called it an olive branch, her son called it a test. bracken called it a necessary evil and donned his sunday best to try his very best, everything ironed and clean and crisp, polished when necessary. he even has cufflinks! he'd been raised to raise hell across the mountain states and he can face the matriarch of the parish clan.

and yet.

(they down cocktails and oysters for two and a half hours after church and apparently bracken's attending a polo match next month.)

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ok nobody let me wear the hat next time. anyways tell me what's good

Comments

[geminids]

i always look very handsome babe it's my blessing n my curse

[abracadavers]

You do.

[geminids]

i ever told you you're the best damn backup a wolf could ask for???

[abracadavers]

You didn't have to. 1) obviously 2) you can't bluff for shit, your big moony eyes give everything away.

[geminids]

yeah and being like "this's the guy brook's spending lots of time with, he has a phd and a house and he's real smart n connected n also actually real and a good person and whatever other shit you care about" is like. a plus for convincing old ladies how their grandkid's being treated good

[abracadavers]

Weird that you didn't let me wear the trophy husband t-shirt to mass.

And if they don't already know their grandkid is being treated well because Brook has an incredible Father then I hope their christi they get comfortable in hell [...] think they suck.

[geminids]

without a ring that'd be lying to the lord, and lying to the lord's bad manners

baby you didn't threaten to kill anybody. are you comin down with something???

[abracadavers]

Are you angling for a proposal so you can be good with "the Lord"?

I don't threaten to kill people all of the time. I'm being [...] good.

[geminids]

nah that's human shit but i gotta be respectful when i'm in somebody else's house. even when it's their lord's apparently

yeah but we ain't there anymore. you don't gotta be good no more.

[abracadavers]

I'm shocked we didn't burst into flames just passing through the doorway.

Well I'm feeling very generous and merciful today. Saintly. The sun is shining, the oysters weren't poisoned, and my boyfriend can speak Welsh. It's a good day, good enough that the overlords don't even bother me.

[geminids]

reckon all those glory holes n x-crosses in my past racked up holy points in my favor

can't read it though so don't get any ideas

[abracadavers]

Yeah, you're the next Pope. Holy Father.

Oh, it's way too late for that.

[geminids]

"forgive me daddy for i've sinned" has a nice ring to it.

i can get through like three lines of the pub's menu but it's slow goin

[abracadavers]

Hm.

Baby, that's three lines I didn't expect. You going to read it to me?

[geminids]

pope celibate 3

no

[abracadavers]

HA.

:(

[geminids]

ain't popes supposed to get none, i'd be a pope so i'd be gettin none. pope blueballs the 1

wait i can do that bit in welsh.






na

[abracadavers]

Pretty sure that's just a suggestion. A lot of space under your cassock, behind the alter.

Why are you blue balling me?

[geminids]

cause you gettin unblueballed in a corner booth of the pub's gonna get me blackballed from the whole pub

[abracadavers]

I would never risk your place at the pub. Maybe the alleyway, I really can't say what my self control looks like with this yet.

[geminids]

babe you just said you're the one without self-control

[abracadavers]

It hasn't been tested fully, who can say.

Pity you didn't whip out some Welsh in front of them today.

[geminids]

tried not to give brook's nan a free show. [...] though i guess those oysters were probably pretty expensive, maybe she earned it after all

[abracadavers]

Don't let her pretty woman you.

You did good today.

[geminids]

but julia roberts got a happy ending

only took me 7 years to win her over