Simon dropped the sword of mages. He shook his head, thinking he had heard wrong.
'Simon Snow, I love you'
No, those were the words Baz had said, still ringing clear in his mind. Baz was sitting on his bed, barely glancing up at him over his book.
"And pick up your sword. I'll not be in love with a slob" he added. Simon's blood rushed to his face, turning him bright red. Baz jumped, for a moment thinking that Simon might go off, but realized he was doing that weird thing non-dead people do, blushing. He could do that on occasion. Simon quickly bent and snatched up his sword, making Baz choke back a laugh. His bronze curls were falling in his eyes, but not able to block that icy stare. Baz felt a prick of sweat form on his neck, making him shudder. He wasn't used to Simon looking at him. Just a glance, or looking through him, but not really at him. Really noticing. Baz coughed uncomfortably, seeming to bring Snow back to his senses. He straightened more and muttered a bit to himself, his sword disappearing in a small burst of light that made Baz wince. He clapped his hands together in front of him before letting them both fall. Neither boy knew what to do, so they stood, an awkward silence falling between them.
"I'm not a slob" mentioned Simon quietly.
"Sure not" said Baz, glancing up from his book. Simon blushed. And swallowed. Right there. That's where he'd kiss him. Baz had the thought to just do it, to charge Simon right there. He could. They both knew that he was stronger, but Simon could...well, god forbid he ever went off when someone was so near him. Especially if that someone were flammable. Baz looked down at his book and pretended to read, though he was focusing entirely on what noises Simon were making.
"So?" He asked after a while, making Baz look at his as well as listen.
"So what?"
Simon snorted and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, it's just that, oh, never mind," he stumbled over his words and turned to leave. Baz was up in a flash, his hand on Snows shoulder.
"So what, Snow?" He asked again, eyes glistening and heart pounding.
"Nothing! Sod off" said Simon, brushing his hand off and making his way out of the room. Baz stood for a minute, hand still in the air, remembering the sensation of heat prickling across his palm.
"Shit"
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Simon came back to the room later, seeming to have calmed down. Though a bit of awkwardness still hung between them. Baz flinched when the door shut. Baz was laying on his side and tried his best to be still. Where the hell had snow gone? It was past ten o' clock. They should've all been asleep by now. He listened to Snow bang around in the dark for a few minutes until something light landed on his bed, making him jump. He snapped up and stared at a...wait, what was that? He sat up and grabbed the bag, grinning.
A bag of salt and vinegar crisps. Baz's favorite. He grinned at Simon, who refused to meet his eyes. He just wandered to his bed and laid down, facing away from Baz.
Baz could tell he was still awake, but neither said anything. That is, until Simon said a few words so quiet that only a vampire could've heard.
"I love you too, asshole"
Baz grinned to himself and turned over to the wall, falling asleep happier than he had been in years.
A/N: This is a series of short fics I'll be posting as my 2,000 view special from Revenge in the Snow, though you don't have to read that first. As the name suggests, just a bunch of short what ifs I've had while reading the book. Well, I hope you guys liked! Thanks!