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Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Will, his anorak, and literally sitting on the fence. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
Will was the kind of person, Bran finds, you always picture in an anorak, with his hands in his pockets and a thoughtful, dreamy look on his face. Well -- Bran doesn't always imagine him in an anorak, there are certain times when he imagines him wearing nothing at all, but the dreamy look is certainly a constant. He isn't particularly surprised, then, to find Will sitting on a fence, looking very wet, hunched up in an anorak and looking thoughtfully up at the cloudy sky.
"Doesn't the rain bother you?" he asks, by way of greeting, easily getting onto the fence and sitting next to Will. Will takes a moment to snap out of his almost-trance, and when he does, his smile is almost as vague as the look in his eyes was a moment before.
"Not really. I kind of enjoy it."
Bran shakes his head as if in despair, and his elbow neatly finds Will's ribs and gives them a sharp poke. "You'll catch cold. Where's Rhys?"
"Are you looking for him?" Will asks, frowning just a little. "He went down to Tywyn to see a friend, he won't be back until late."
Bran can't exactly say that he's just trying to gauge how likely it would be that someone'd observe him kissing Will if he, in fact, got up the courage to do so. For a start, this is the one thing he allows himself to be a bit of a girl about. He wants to wait for that elusive right moment, when everything's perfect. And more obviously, he has no idea how Will would react if he just openly told him he's planning to kiss him.
So he goes for the simple way out. "Oh, it's okay. Nothing important."
"Huh," Will says, and then lapses back into comfortable, contemplative silence.
Bran is content to sit and let him have his silence while he looks on fondly -- at least until it starts to rain again.
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Will, his anorak, and literally sitting on the fence. For
over_look.Will was the kind of person, Bran finds, you always picture in an anorak, with his hands in his pockets and a thoughtful, dreamy look on his face. Well -- Bran doesn't always imagine him in an anorak, there are certain times when he imagines him wearing nothing at all, but the dreamy look is certainly a constant. He isn't particularly surprised, then, to find Will sitting on a fence, looking very wet, hunched up in an anorak and looking thoughtfully up at the cloudy sky.
"Doesn't the rain bother you?" he asks, by way of greeting, easily getting onto the fence and sitting next to Will. Will takes a moment to snap out of his almost-trance, and when he does, his smile is almost as vague as the look in his eyes was a moment before.
"Not really. I kind of enjoy it."
Bran shakes his head as if in despair, and his elbow neatly finds Will's ribs and gives them a sharp poke. "You'll catch cold. Where's Rhys?"
"Are you looking for him?" Will asks, frowning just a little. "He went down to Tywyn to see a friend, he won't be back until late."
Bran can't exactly say that he's just trying to gauge how likely it would be that someone'd observe him kissing Will if he, in fact, got up the courage to do so. For a start, this is the one thing he allows himself to be a bit of a girl about. He wants to wait for that elusive right moment, when everything's perfect. And more obviously, he has no idea how Will would react if he just openly told him he's planning to kiss him.
So he goes for the simple way out. "Oh, it's okay. Nothing important."
"Huh," Will says, and then lapses back into comfortable, contemplative silence.
Bran is content to sit and let him have his silence while he looks on fondly -- at least until it starts to rain again.
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