~Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall together.~
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Lorcan and Lysander are used to sharing.
They share everything. Food, clothes, beds, rooms, friends, homework, parents (obviously, but that's not the point). The point is that they've never came across anything that wasn't possible to share in the literal sense of the term. They are the same. They love the same things. And they're in love with Lily Luna Potter.
They don't say it – it is the one secret between them that they are both well aware of but too afraid to admit. Lysander is scared of sacrificing Lorcan's feelings. Lorcan's afraid of making Lysander suffer. They don't want to hurt each other, but how do they deny their own emotions?
Lysander has been aware of his own feelings since second year when they were dared to kiss and she tasted like bubblegum and sugar quills. He enjoyed spending time with her more then any of the other girls. She didn't question his sometimes scatter brained comments. She didn't try to find a reason behind everything he said. She was one of those girls who could look at his heart and accept him for what he was. Lysander. Not Lysander and Lorcan – just Lysander.
And he loved her.
Lorcan was a bit more reluctant to catch on. The gentle sway of her hips. The bright flare of her fire red hair. The mischevious twinkle in her olive green eyes whenever she said something dirty. And after all of that came his rapidly pounding heart and his flushed cheeks and he couldn't figure out why until he explained the troublesome symptoms to Lily's cousin, Lucy, and she shoved the word love into his ears.
So there be it.
Five years later.
"I loved her, you know," Lysander says freely and the weight floats gently off his chest.
"Me to," Lorcan agrees, laughing at their own stupidity.
"Perhaps it's better this way."
"Probably."
Lysander sinks against his brother and laughs. They laugh together and cry together and think about their beautiful golden girl bounding up to them, a broad smile on her face, flashing that sparkling diamond ring.
"Guys! I want you to meet my fiancé, Renee. Renee, these are my best friends in the entire world."
The pretty brunette woman smiles politely at them. "It's nice to meet you both."
And when they turn their shocked gazes onto Lily, she laughs nervously. "I guess this is kind of my coming out of the closet speech, huh?" But that's hardly what has effected them. Their Lily, their precious little Lily, is getting married.
They all have a pleasant afternoon, exchanging conversation over a Muggle café table and coffee mugs. Lysander and Lorcan hold each other's hands tight under the table surface until it's time to leave.
Like they hold hands now. Anchoring one another. Two halves of a larger whole – and they know that no matter who steals their hearts away, they'll always have a place to come back to.
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