Challenge 3: Winter Escape
Pairing: Lorcan/Lysander (Luna's twins in case you didn't know)
House: Gryffindor!
"Another one of her letters?" Lysander asked his twin, an edge to his voice.
"Yes" Lorcan replied, raising a single pale eyebrow, "Why does it matter"
Lysander huffed; unaware of the small pout on his face, as he surveyed the snow covered hill they were on, that lead upward to the pond they sought out on snowy days like this. "It's just" he mumbled, dragging his toe through the snow and watching the trail it made, "You write to her a lot"
Lorcan nodded, not seeming to see the point as he continued to walk, his brother falling into step next to him as he stuffed said letter into his coat pocket. "Well, yeah, she's my friend."
Lysander nodded deftly, wrapping his arms around himself; it was awfully cold outside, even if the snow had stopped falling. He cursed his stupidity for forgetting to bring a coat, having nothing to block him from the frigid winds save for his blue sweater. "Right" he said derisively, "And how many friends have you gone dancing with at the Halloween ball, or all those other stupid parties?"
"Stupid?" Lorcan questioned, staring at him in amusement. "You didn't think they were stupid before Michelle and I became friends, in fact, you usually planned them."
"Well, then I've changed my mind. And since when were Hufflepuffs ever on the invite lists?"
"Since Gryffindors and Slytherins were on the list, so, from about the first party you spontaneously decided to throw."
"What's life without a little spontaneity" Lysander said, subconsciously leaning into his twin for warmth, as the slope of the hill suddenly inclined.
Lorcan made a noise of ascent in the back of his throat, but chose not to comment, wrapping an arm around his shivering younger brother. He looked over the blond teen with a frown. Although his brother looked very attractive in his form fitting black jeans, simple tennis shoes, and a light blue sweater that complemented his eyes, it was very impractical. "Really" he said, "you should have brought a coat, you'll freeze to death."
Lysander nodded as he snuggled closer, "It's not my fault I forgot that one minor detail when you were rushing me out the door."
"Minor detail? I would think that preventing yourself from getting frostbite would be a little easier to remember."
"Then it seems you thought wrong, besides, that's what I have you for."
Lorcan sighed, "How you ever got sorted into Ravenclaw baffles me."
"You know" Lysander said with a smile, "Dad says they used to say the same thing about mum"
"Yes, but do you see yourself being a respected Care of Magical Creatures teacher in your near future?"
Lysander snorted, as he played with the fringe of Lorcan's blue and silver scarf, "Please, where's the fun in that?"
Lorcan shrugged, looking at their surroundings, "Anyways, back to the subject." He said seriously as they reached their destination. They were enclosed in a small clearing, surrounded by snow covered trees, with a gentle little frozen pond in the center. But it wasn't the beauty of the place that had drawn them in when they had stumbled upon it when they were little. It was the sheer peace that radiated from it, instantly calming them and bringing small smiles to their faces no matter what their moods. "What's your problem with Michelle?"
Lysander sighed, not really meeting his eyes, before he grabbed Lorcan's hand and dragged him over by the pond, plopping down, and bringing his twin to fall ungracefully beside him with a muffled 'oomph'.
He carefully adjusted himself to a more comfortable position, his head resting on Lorcan's shoulder, as Lorcan kept a soothing arm around him.
"It's just . . . I don't know, I just don't like her. And how can you just lie to me and say that you're nothing more than friends." He said, the bitterness from earlier back in his voice, simply receiving a raised eyebrow in return. Lysander let out a breath of annoyance. "Oh come on! Have you really not noticed how she practically throws herself at you? Lor, she's completely enamored."
"What?" Lorcan said disbelievingly.
"Honestly, they call you the smart one. . . She fancy's you; she's been waiting for you to ask her out all year!"
"Alright" Lorcan said slowly, "Even so, that doesn't explain why you don't like her."
"Is it so wrong to be protective of my brother?" he asked, feigning innocence in the hope of getting the subject dropped.
"No, although seeing as how I am older than you, I'd think I should be the protective one."
"It was only by ten minutes" Lysander said indignantly.
Lorcan rolled his eyes, "whatever, please, just tell me what's wrong. I want you to like my friends, Michelle's awesome."
Lysander couldn't help the small frown that appeared on his face , "It seems like you like her as more than a mere friend."
"Well I don't" Lorcan said firmly, then after a pause added, "Would it bother you if I did."
The other blonde paused, biting his lip in thought as he looked over his older brother.
For twins, they contrasted drastically. While Lysander had pale blonde hair, light blue eyes, and tended to wear brighter colors, Lorcan seemed to be his polar opposite. He had vibrant, sandy blonde hair and wore black leather pants, with a dark blue long sleeved shirt, blue and silver scarf, and dragon hide boots.
He wondered at how different they were, and yet how well they had always fit together. Lysander was no fool, he knew that they extremely close, even for twins, and his feelings for Lorcan had been far from brotherly for a while now. He no longer looked at his brother with the hero worship his azure eyes used to hold for him, but with the longing look one would have for a crush. Lysander was sure that his mother saw this, her being quite perceptive despite what some had said. But as far as he knew, she had no problem with it; and if he wasn't mistaken, he had the sneaking suspicion that she actually encouraged it, which put him somewhat at ease.
He was more than a little smitten with his brother, but never even hoped that his feelings would be returned. Lysander had been content in the easy relationship the two shared, despite the constant feeling that something was missing. Neither had ever really been interested in anyone, but that was now changing. Michelle was enamored with Lorcan, and it made him more than a little uneasy. But how could he ever explain that to Lorcan, he mused.
"Lysander" the object of his affection asked softly, distracting him from his distressed thoughts.
"Sorry" Lysander murmured, as he tilted his head up to meet breathtaking azure eyes, "I guess, it'd just be weird you know? It's just, something about her . . ."
"Such as" Lorcan asked, searching his twins face as if it would somehow give him his answer.
"I don't know" Lysander said in exasperation, "I just don't like the thought of you two together, alright!"
Lorcan had an unreadable look in his eyes that made Lysander slightly nervous for some reason. "Look, Lysander, I'm sorry, but she's a good friend, and I don't like her that way, okay?"
Lysander nodded, "You just write to her all the time, and are starting to hang out with her so much, I just thought. . . I'm sorry."
Lorcan laughed slightly, "Its fine, and I'm sorry if it seems like I'm choosing her over you. You know" he continued with a bit of a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."
Lysander couldn't prevent the furious blush that graced his cheeks at the true statement, so he instead chose to hide his face in the crook of the older teen's neck.
Lorcan laughed lightly, pleased that he had been correct.
"Oh Merlin" Lysander murmured, inwardly cursing the fact that his brother had seen his blush, and had obviously put two and two together. And now, to top it all off, he was bloody laughing at him!
"Hey" Lorcan said quietly, noticing his twins' distress, gently lifting his chin up so they could lock gazes. "What's wrong?"
"You're fucking laughing at me" Lysander said, mortified. "Look, I'm sorry if you're disgusted with me. We can just forget about it, it doesn't matter alright. Just, please, don't hate me."
"You really are the dumb one" Lorcan chuckled, and before Lysander had a chance to protest at the teasing insult, Lorcan had captured his lips in a light kiss. Lysander whimpered into the soft touch, as his brother moved his lips gently against his own. When they broke away, Lorcan smiled at the dazed look in Lysander's expressive blue eyes, and couldn't help swooping down for another chaste kiss.
Lysander opened his mouth, and then closed it, opened it once more, before closing it again, eyebrow's furrowing in slight frustration at having nothing to say.
Lorcan laughed at his confused state, "You're not disgusting Lysander, and I could never hate you. I love you, more than just as a brother."
Lysander smiled; tackling his brother in a tight hug that sent the two falling into the soft snow, Lorcan on the bottom as Lysander excitedly straddled his waist. Lysander smiled at the teen beneath him. "I love you too." He said, before he kissed Lorcan again eagerly; happy that for the first time in a while, everything felt right.
AN: I used set one in the challenge, I had to use the words: outside, letters, something is missing, step, survey, dancing, and slope in the story somewhere. I hope you all like it! I might even do a chapter fic with these two, but I guess it just depends. =) tell me what you think!
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