Twinsensibility Part Forty Three
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dysonrulesA day early, because technically this is last week's Twinsmut...
Lorcan kept his features carefully blank. Lysander had been in something of a snit since they had returned to Hogwarts, although he gave no outward sign of it. Lorcan could tell, but only because of the near-psychic connection that twins seemed to have.
He thought about asking what was wrong, but he suspected he already knew. Lorcan had given him plenty of Christmas gifts—sweets from Honeydukes, an assortment of items from WWW, and a blue jumper that fit him like a second skin and made Lorcan want to throw him on the bed and shag him senseless, which he had done as soon as Lysander had modelled it.
No, it was obvious that Lysander expected something else, and probably felt that Lorcan was holding out on him. Which he was. He had purchased another gift for Lysander, but the thought of actually giving it to him made him slightly nervous. He wasn’t completely certain how Lys would take it.
Still, he supposed it was easier to deal with Lysander’s shock, and possible annoyance, than put up with his chilly shoulder and refusal to sit in Lorcan’s lap or mess up his hair or—oh fuck it, he would just have to give him the damned thing.
Lorcan snapped the book he’d been pretending to read shut and got to his feet, earning a surprised look from Lysander, who was across the room chatting with Edmund Wentworth, most likely to annoy Lorcan. It would have irritated him more if Wentworth wasn’t a completely pretentious twat who couldn’t hold a conversation for five minutes without bringing up his family’s pureblood lineage, their villa in France, or the fact that his great uncle (twice removed) had invented Sticking Charms. Several times Lorcan had thought about using a Sticking Charm on his lips to keep them from flapping.
With a pointed look at Lysander, Lorcan made his way out of the room and to their dorm room. He retrieved the small box from its hiding place atop one of the rafters—surprisingly, Lysander had never located that particular “secret” location, or if he had, he had never let on—and Levitated it to Lysander’s bed. Then he sat cross-legged on his own bed and waited.
Lysander bounded in a moment later, looking much like his old self, except for a barely-noticeable tightness around his lovely mouth. “Do you need something?” he asked before his eyes snapped to the box. “Is that for me?”
Lorcan snorted. “No, it’s for Lily Potter. I wanted you to preview it for acceptability.” He sighed, remembering the contents, and added, “Of course it’s for you. I wasn’t sure if you would like it, which is why I haven’t given it to you before now.”
Lysander flung himself on the package and looked at him askance. “You know I’ll like it if it’s from you.” His smile was radiant, but it did little to assuage Lorcan’s nerves. He watched as Lysander tore at the wrappings, tossing them aside in a shredded heap before pulling open the box.
His eyes widened and he stared at Lorcan in surprise. Lorcan wanted to explain, or make a joke, or something, but he could only watch in trepidation as Lysander lifted the item out.
“It’s a collar,” Lysander said.
Good place to end, yeah? *evil dance of evil*
LOL!
Lorcan kept his features carefully blank. Lysander had been in something of a snit since they had returned to Hogwarts, although he gave no outward sign of it. Lorcan could tell, but only because of the near-psychic connection that twins seemed to have.
He thought about asking what was wrong, but he suspected he already knew. Lorcan had given him plenty of Christmas gifts—sweets from Honeydukes, an assortment of items from WWW, and a blue jumper that fit him like a second skin and made Lorcan want to throw him on the bed and shag him senseless, which he had done as soon as Lysander had modelled it.
No, it was obvious that Lysander expected something else, and probably felt that Lorcan was holding out on him. Which he was. He had purchased another gift for Lysander, but the thought of actually giving it to him made him slightly nervous. He wasn’t completely certain how Lys would take it.
Still, he supposed it was easier to deal with Lysander’s shock, and possible annoyance, than put up with his chilly shoulder and refusal to sit in Lorcan’s lap or mess up his hair or—oh fuck it, he would just have to give him the damned thing.
Lorcan snapped the book he’d been pretending to read shut and got to his feet, earning a surprised look from Lysander, who was across the room chatting with Edmund Wentworth, most likely to annoy Lorcan. It would have irritated him more if Wentworth wasn’t a completely pretentious twat who couldn’t hold a conversation for five minutes without bringing up his family’s pureblood lineage, their villa in France, or the fact that his great uncle (twice removed) had invented Sticking Charms. Several times Lorcan had thought about using a Sticking Charm on his lips to keep them from flapping.
With a pointed look at Lysander, Lorcan made his way out of the room and to their dorm room. He retrieved the small box from its hiding place atop one of the rafters—surprisingly, Lysander had never located that particular “secret” location, or if he had, he had never let on—and Levitated it to Lysander’s bed. Then he sat cross-legged on his own bed and waited.
Lysander bounded in a moment later, looking much like his old self, except for a barely-noticeable tightness around his lovely mouth. “Do you need something?” he asked before his eyes snapped to the box. “Is that for me?”
Lorcan snorted. “No, it’s for Lily Potter. I wanted you to preview it for acceptability.” He sighed, remembering the contents, and added, “Of course it’s for you. I wasn’t sure if you would like it, which is why I haven’t given it to you before now.”
Lysander flung himself on the package and looked at him askance. “You know I’ll like it if it’s from you.” His smile was radiant, but it did little to assuage Lorcan’s nerves. He watched as Lysander tore at the wrappings, tossing them aside in a shredded heap before pulling open the box.
His eyes widened and he stared at Lorcan in surprise. Lorcan wanted to explain, or make a joke, or something, but he could only watch in trepidation as Lysander lifted the item out.
“It’s a collar,” Lysander said.
Good place to end, yeah? *evil dance of evil*
LOL!