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Lucan's doubts were multiplying. He had grabbed his wallet and stepped into the fireplace before he could give himself a chance to overthink things, but now, walking down the street towards the café, he felt sure the real danger was that he had allowed himself to underthink things. Keevan would...

Lucan knew Keevan would be furious if he found out he had gone behind his back. But wasn't it Keevan who had also told him to follow his heart? Sometimes, you just had to do what your heart felt was right - even if your stomach was telling you it was all wrong. "Me? An actor? I wish," Lucan said...

Lucan often disagreed with his brother on matters, but never before had a conflict of opinion made him feel so bitter and sad. After the front door closed, he slipped out through a concealed exit in the side of the house - a passage that had been built especially for him, though for a very...

Lucan was used to hearing curses, but they were always jarring coming from the mouth of a kid. He rooted through the drawers for a muggle utensil that could open the coke bottle, which took an embarrassingly long time, and then placed it on the counter in front of her. "Security?" Lucan...

"It's like, half the earth, I s'pose," Lucan said. "Half a sphere. New Zealand's on the bottom half. People on the top half are looking at the moon from a different angle. That's why it seems upside-down." Despite having just finished his hot chocolate, Lucan was thirsty himself. And Keevan...

"Wow," said Lucan, "that's impressive. And you're only ten? I'm not very good at maths, but I know a good fact about the moon. People in the Northern Hemisphere see the moon as upside down compared to us here in the Southern Hemisphere." Lucan had tested it himself - it was completely true. "So...

"Is that right?" Lucan asked. "Go on, then - what's the cleverest thing you know?" He glanced again at the doors. Maybe he should have volunteered to call the taxi himself - Keevan was probably still trying to figure out which bit of the phone to speak into.

Lucan laughed. “Awright, Sarah. Noted.” He watched the doors fall shut behind Keevan. The kid wasn’t wrong - at least in the accuracy of her description. “Well, you probably shouldn’t be walking into people’s houses uninvited,” Lucan pointed out. “Just because the door’s unlocked, doesn’t mean...

Lucan glanced at Keevan. The White Mansion was charmed to repel muggles. It was impossible, then, that this little girl wasn’t a witch. So why did she sound so incredulous at the mention of wands? Surely not... A muggle-born, perhaps? But what on earth were the chances of a muggle-born wandering...

In the sixteen years Lucan had lived in the mansion, never once had anybody triggered the caterwauling alarm. He had forgotten the thing even existed. No wonder he was so slow on the uptake - but he had got there at last, and, realising the wailing had not been in his head at all, relief slid...

The screaming had stopped, but Lucan’s confusion was not a bit relieved by his brother’s appearance. If the smoke and the noise were all in his head, why did Keevan look as panicked as he felt? He didn't show it as plainly, and when he spoke his voice was strong and unwavering, but Lucan...

Lucan was sitting in his favourite living room, drinking hot chocolate and thinking about how ridiculous it was to have a favourite living room. He had spent the majority of his life in mansions - first his parents’, and now Keevan’s - yet the absurdity of his wealth had never for a day gone...

Just when Lucan was about to admit defeat, his saviour came to get the book down for him. "Aw, fanks," he said, offering the taller man a grin. "Thought I was gonna pull a muscle in me stomach there for a second. Aye, that's the one. Can I 'ave it?" Lucan held out a hopeful hand. I'm so sorry...

Lucan knew that he was making progress when he could go out shopping without needing to be accompanied by one of his brothers. It was a small step, but a step in the right direction nonetheless; two years ago, he would never have dared do something so bold, let alone do it without having a panic...

Mate ^_^

Eeee you are both in my thoughts. :hugs: :hugs: :hugs: Take care of yourself. I hope everything goes smoothly!

Lucan's brow knitted as he tried to make sense of Simon's riddle. There? Here? With him? But before he could comprehend it, Simon turned to face him, and impulsively Lucan turned like his mirror. He could feel the warmth of Simon's body from where he stood - or was it his own? It was impossible...

Lucan's cheeks flooded at the compliment, and he smiled. Nobody spoke to him like that. Not Keevan, not Regius, and not Esmerelda, when they had been married. A combination of warmth and uncertainty settled beneath his chest, and he turned his face back to the stars in a bid to ignore it. Life...

There was no wind; and besides, that sigh was distinctly human. Lucan snapped around. The sight of Simon, his golden curls illuminated from behind by the rectangle of light from the door, made him palpitate. "No!" he called back, horrified that Simon might have thought he could tire of him...

"Go on, Keevan!" Lucan said, nudging his elder brother's shoulder with the hand which did not contain his drink. The owner of the house acquiesced in the building pressure and accompanied Greg to the centre of the room, where their dancing drew forth another round of fond and hearty laughter...