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egelantier
Brendon looks down at the shopping list one more time. Noodles, it says, but no hints about which brand or, for that matter, which kind. Left to his own devices he'd get rotini and call it good, but he suspects Spencer of having very specific culinary plans for the evening. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls home.
"Hope is fine," Spencer says, when he answers the phone.
"What?" Brendon says, his heart jumping into his throat. "What are you talking about, Spencer?"
"She landed on the pile of chair pads," Spencer says. "She and Leia are having milk and cookies now."
"Spencer." Brendon says. Most of his brain is busy determining the fastest way he can get out of the supermarket and home to his baby girl.
"She made a parachute out of their She-Ra sheets," Spencer says. Brendon can hear an edge of hysteria in his voice. "The ones hanging on the line? And jumped off the back deck."
The back deck is almost a full story up from the ground. Brendon tightens his grip on the cart and closes his eyes. He makes a note to call his mother later and apologize for his entire childhood.
"She's fine, Bren. She's definitely your baby," Spencer says. "I think I may need to go to the hospital, though."
"Okay," Brendon says. He presses his fingers against his throat as if that will quiet his pounding pulse, and takes a deep breath. "What, um, what kind of noodles did you want?"
"Elbow macaroni," Spencer says. "Please. She's okay, Bren. And she promised she'd never do it again."
"Damn right she won't do it again," Brendon says, and takes a box of macaroni off the shelf.
Spencer says a few more soothing things and then lets Brendon go. Brendon only has half the list in his cart, but he doesn't care; he checks out and goes home. He hugs Spencer first, and then squeezes his baby girl until she squeaks and complains. Then he makes her promise she won't jump off the roof, the top of Uncle Pete's car, or anything else that isn't a diving board over a pool full of water until she's at least 18.
Hope huffs and sighs but she promises, and Brendon kisses the top of her head with sincere relief.
2. so wait for the stone on your window (i'll shout my love to the stars) forloreleilynn
It's late. The house is quiet. Spencer is violently awake and watching a stupid horror movie on his laptop, hoping maybe it will bore him to sleep. It takes him a while to realize the muffled clink clink he's hearing isn't part of the awesomely ridiculous soundtrack. He takes his earbuds out and walks toward the window. Somehow he doesn't think burglars would bother throwing pebbles at his window. When he pulls back the curtain, he sees Ryan squinting up at him from the lawn. He's wearing a black trenchcoat, a stupid hat, and has a boombox on his shoulder. When Spencer opens the window, Ryan presses a button and the opening chords of All the Small Things ripple out into the night.
"Oh my god," Spencer says. "Turn that the fuck off and get in here, you asshole."
Ryan grins broadly and, for once, does as he's told.
3. weapon and the wound forshinshan
Spencer can remember the first moment Pete put a sword in his hand. It was a heavy thing, awkwardly balanced, and battle-scarred. The grip bit at the soft flesh of his fingers, streaking his palm with blood every time he touched it. Later Pete had given him a better, lighter blade that slid easily out of its scabbard and sliced cleanly through fabric and flesh. That blade Spencer wears on his hip. The first one Spencer keeps in his rooms, on a shelf near his bed. He practices with it daily, barehanded. When the water in the wash basin turns pink, he knows honor has been satisfied.
egelantierBrendon looks down at the shopping list one more time. Noodles, it says, but no hints about which brand or, for that matter, which kind. Left to his own devices he'd get rotini and call it good, but he suspects Spencer of having very specific culinary plans for the evening. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls home.
"Hope is fine," Spencer says, when he answers the phone.
"What?" Brendon says, his heart jumping into his throat. "What are you talking about, Spencer?"
"She landed on the pile of chair pads," Spencer says. "She and Leia are having milk and cookies now."
"Spencer." Brendon says. Most of his brain is busy determining the fastest way he can get out of the supermarket and home to his baby girl.
"She made a parachute out of their She-Ra sheets," Spencer says. Brendon can hear an edge of hysteria in his voice. "The ones hanging on the line? And jumped off the back deck."
The back deck is almost a full story up from the ground. Brendon tightens his grip on the cart and closes his eyes. He makes a note to call his mother later and apologize for his entire childhood.
"She's fine, Bren. She's definitely your baby," Spencer says. "I think I may need to go to the hospital, though."
"Okay," Brendon says. He presses his fingers against his throat as if that will quiet his pounding pulse, and takes a deep breath. "What, um, what kind of noodles did you want?"
"Elbow macaroni," Spencer says. "Please. She's okay, Bren. And she promised she'd never do it again."
"Damn right she won't do it again," Brendon says, and takes a box of macaroni off the shelf.
Spencer says a few more soothing things and then lets Brendon go. Brendon only has half the list in his cart, but he doesn't care; he checks out and goes home. He hugs Spencer first, and then squeezes his baby girl until she squeaks and complains. Then he makes her promise she won't jump off the roof, the top of Uncle Pete's car, or anything else that isn't a diving board over a pool full of water until she's at least 18.
Hope huffs and sighs but she promises, and Brendon kisses the top of her head with sincere relief.
2. so wait for the stone on your window (i'll shout my love to the stars) for
loreleilynnIt's late. The house is quiet. Spencer is violently awake and watching a stupid horror movie on his laptop, hoping maybe it will bore him to sleep. It takes him a while to realize the muffled clink clink he's hearing isn't part of the awesomely ridiculous soundtrack. He takes his earbuds out and walks toward the window. Somehow he doesn't think burglars would bother throwing pebbles at his window. When he pulls back the curtain, he sees Ryan squinting up at him from the lawn. He's wearing a black trenchcoat, a stupid hat, and has a boombox on his shoulder. When Spencer opens the window, Ryan presses a button and the opening chords of All the Small Things ripple out into the night.
"Oh my god," Spencer says. "Turn that the fuck off and get in here, you asshole."
Ryan grins broadly and, for once, does as he's told.
3. weapon and the wound for
shinshanSpencer can remember the first moment Pete put a sword in his hand. It was a heavy thing, awkwardly balanced, and battle-scarred. The grip bit at the soft flesh of his fingers, streaking his palm with blood every time he touched it. Later Pete had given him a better, lighter blade that slid easily out of its scabbard and sliced cleanly through fabric and flesh. That blade Spencer wears on his hip. The first one Spencer keeps in his rooms, on a shelf near his bed. He practices with it daily, barehanded. When the water in the wash basin turns pink, he knows honor has been satisfied.
