Sewing 101: Gift fic for Sophy
Slash September: Fabian
Back to School: school tie
Character Appreciation: studying
Disney: "She did that on purpose!"/ "Obviously."
Showtime, All I Ask of You (reprise): denied
Amber's Attic: "Home is any place that makes you forget the world is on fire."
Lyric Alley: Turn it around, get a rewrite
Emy's Emporium, singer at the Blind Pig: jazz
Auction: teacup
Insane House Challenge: Fabian Prewett
365: quill
Word Count: 433
They're sitting in library, studying in silence when Edgar drops his quill. "Remember when your sister said you needed help with Charms?"
Fabian glances up from his book. "Mhm. What about it?"
"You didn't need help. She knew you fancied me! She did that on purpose!"
Fabian just offers him a grin and playful roll of his bright brown eyes. "Obviously."
"I'm glad you could make it," Molly says gently when Edgar enters the parlor.
All he can do is hug her. If he is hurting from what's happened, he can't imagine what she's going through.
"He loved you, you know," she whispers.
He almost smiles. "I know."
Edgar holds the crimson and gold tie to his neck, entertaining the idea of what he might look like as a Gryffindor.
Fabian grins at him. "You look good in my House tie," he says moving closer. "You'd look even better wearing only my House tie."
He pauses, staring at a picture of Fabian and Gideon together. The brothers sit together, grinning and waving the camera. Their outfits are nearly identical, except Edgar recognizes the yellow and black tie around Fabian's neck.
Tears sting his eyes, and he blinks them away. It doesn't do him any good; they spill, trickling down his cheek.
"I'm just saying," Edgar says as he pours tea into the cups, "I never denied that it was a terrible idea. She doesn't even like jazz. We're incompletely incompatible."
Fabian smiles and shakes his head, his messy auburn hair whipping against his face. "I don't like jazz either," he points out.
"You're the exception."
And they laugh, like there's something funny, like their days aren't numbered. In less than a week, Edgar will be married because it's expected of him. This will end.
But they can pretend. For now, they have each other. Maybe the world is ending, and the war is raging on without mercy. There are no promises of tomorrow, no thoughts of the future.
There is only Fabian in his kitchen, putting too much sugar into his tea. There is only hopes and dreams that will never come true, but they can pretend and hold onto one another for a little longer.
"I wish I could change things," Fabian says.
But Edgar silences him with a kiss because it hurts too much to know they have to let go.
"I wish…" Edgar wipes his eyes, choking on a sob.
The words won't come. All he can do is stare at Fabian in that coffin and pretend that miracles happen, that he can change things somehow.
If only he could.
