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TDIR: The Leonids
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: November, eighteen thirty-three. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darthanne, for my request meme.
"It's still hard to believe," Bran said, softly. His breath clouded in the air, and his hand was like ice in Will's. He didn't move at all -- he'd seemed rooted to the spot since Will led him through the doors and out onto the hillside and told him to open his eyes. His eyes were on the sky. Will's were on him.
"Still?" he asked, a little disappointed. Bran flexed his fingers in Will's grip, finally, glancing at him.
"You can't expect someone to take in something as important as this all at once, boyo. Give me some time. I do believe you." He looked up again, looking to the horizon. "So what are you showing me?"
"The Leonids." Will looked up at the sky too, moving a little closer so their shoulders bumped. "It's November the thirteenth, in eighteen thirty-three. Some people think this is the most spectacular meteor storm there ever will be. People see it and think it's the end of the world."
"I can see why," Bran said, softly.
"I've always wanted to see it," Will said, and he sounded almost shy. His fingers tightened around Bran's. "I didn't want to come alone, though."
"Should you be telling me about all this?" Bran asked, after another moment. He glanced sideways at Will. "I mean... I'm supposed to have forgotten, aren't I? I'm not supposed to know..."
"You're twenty, not twelve. I think you can handle it," Will replied, with a flash of a smile.
Bran smirked a little. "I can handle anything."
Will's grip tightened again. "I know."
Pairing: Will/Bran
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: November, eighteen thirty-three. For
darthanne, for my request meme."It's still hard to believe," Bran said, softly. His breath clouded in the air, and his hand was like ice in Will's. He didn't move at all -- he'd seemed rooted to the spot since Will led him through the doors and out onto the hillside and told him to open his eyes. His eyes were on the sky. Will's were on him.
"Still?" he asked, a little disappointed. Bran flexed his fingers in Will's grip, finally, glancing at him.
"You can't expect someone to take in something as important as this all at once, boyo. Give me some time. I do believe you." He looked up again, looking to the horizon. "So what are you showing me?"
"The Leonids." Will looked up at the sky too, moving a little closer so their shoulders bumped. "It's November the thirteenth, in eighteen thirty-three. Some people think this is the most spectacular meteor storm there ever will be. People see it and think it's the end of the world."
"I can see why," Bran said, softly.
"I've always wanted to see it," Will said, and he sounded almost shy. His fingers tightened around Bran's. "I didn't want to come alone, though."
"Should you be telling me about all this?" Bran asked, after another moment. He glanced sideways at Will. "I mean... I'm supposed to have forgotten, aren't I? I'm not supposed to know..."
"You're twenty, not twelve. I think you can handle it," Will replied, with a flash of a smile.
Bran smirked a little. "I can handle anything."
Will's grip tightened again. "I know."