sliceitwithwind | Kiddie AU

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Kiddie AU

Aya and Dilan had been dating for a bit over a month. During that time, Braig quietly put his affairs in order, so to speak.

Oh, not in the wills and death kind of way, but rather in the way that he broke up with the girlfriends as Dilan did (which raised no eyebrows, that was the way it had always been after all), and in the way that he started, and abandoned, a million different ways to approach the other two. Aya first, he knew that much. Dilan was, after all, polyamourous and more likely to follow the other two just because that was what he'd always done. Aya - Aya was monogamous and it could bring this whole house of cards tumbling down.

A house of cards that Braig had spent the majority of his life building, step by step and moment by moment. He'd known what he wanted since he was eleven years old, from the time that Aya shrieked Lions! in her little girl's voice, and Dilan paffed into the dust behind her.

It just took another twenty years for the two of them to start getting the idea...but...they might not want him.

Oh, Fire and Ice, they might not want him.

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She was making food then. A sandwich was NOT a meal. Not in their life anyway. Eggs, bacon, and quick biscuits? Totally a meal. Plus it let her not look at him for a bit while they...talked.

This was totally a conversation right? Instead of babbling and panicking?

Nevada. "I miss Nevada." Oh so very much right now.

"I used to wonder...what the hell was so wrong with me. So very wrong that I didn't understand the way you guys lived your lives. And why I couldn't do that. And why just...couldn't get it. Highschool was hell Braig. It was hell, and then everyone was so nice to me because they knew you...except when they were afraid of you...and so I went to a different college." This was something she'd tried to explain before? It wasn't explanation now. It was...logic strings. "That was Nevada's idea too, he told me a long time ago. Then your mom agreed." It was a good idea.

"I know." His voice was barely loud enough to hear in the kitchen, "Mom read me the riot act. Couldn't keep you too near me. Couldn't keep you with me. Had to let you go, had to let you grow and learn and decide what you wanted."

"...yeah, I decided to take care of my family and to hell with the others that drifted in and out." Hence, here she was, with a house designed to be comfy for the three of them instead of her and potential husband.

"Fernandez and Beck, Braig! Why now? Why me? Why Dilan? This isn't just some creepy thing right? Because some of it...could be really creepy if I think about it wrong."

"Because it's always been you." Braig said simply, "It's always been Dilan and it's always been you. I tried to stay out of your love-life, I really did." He couldn't help the way he looked at her boyfriends, but he only ever talked to the ones who were flat out bad people. "I don't know why I love the two of you like that, but...if it's not the two of you, it won't be anyone."

"Now because...Ice and Fire, Aya, how much longer should I have waited?" Twenty years. Nearly twenty one.

That sound? That was the sound of a quiet yelp because she got distracted and the eggs spat at her. Nothing to worry about! NOTHING! "Um, your eggs are not yolky now." Just saying! Scrambled it was!

"Braig...oh wind, what if that damn hamster had run up someone else's leg?" Because if she didn't find something to laugh about VERY SOON she was going to just...she had no idea what but it wasn't going to be good.

He'd actually thought about that, but he doubted that his mumble could be heard by purely human ears, "There'd have been a hole in my heart and I'd never have known it. Scrambled is fine."

"Good, because I can't unscramble them." At all. Not at this point! "Cheese? Onion? Whiskey?" VALID OPTIONS!

And...she really wanted a hug. Was it okay to ask for a hug in a situation like this? The random advice elderly ladies told her in town DID NOT COVER THIS! "Can I have a hug?"

"Yes, yes, yes, and of course."

He moved into the kitchen and, when she was turned from the stove, pulled her into the kind of near-rib-cracking hug he always gave. Just like always he buried his nose in her hair, just like always he placed a kiss to her forehead.

Just like always.

SHE COULD DO ALL THREE YES!

Oddly...the hug helped her relax. A little. It was so damn normal, and just like always it just meant he cared. Even when she was freaking out and not understanding, he cared.

Yeah, yeah, she knew he'd said as much but SUBCONSCIOUS LEVELS OKAY?!

"Plates and pour the whiskey? Biscuits are done." She could tell by the smell, though she leaned her chin on his shoulder, arms around his waist, just like normal.

"Okay." he said, giving her one last squeeze before pulling away. He doesn't start in on the I'll cope if you don't want me speech, he's smart enough to know that she needs time.

So he just filled the tumblers with whiskey (LOOK A SHOT IS NOT ENOUGH RIGHT NOW) and set the table.

Ooo, goodie, JUICE GLASSES OF BOOZE!

She dished out eggs and bacon onto plates, then set biscuits in a basket between the two. That done she eyed the glasses and...grabbed the antihistamines from above the sink. "I...don't know how to live like you do Braig." Four pills? No, better make it six, just in case.

"I know." he said, "I know. I just..." he sighed, deeply, and scrunched his hands through his hair again. At this point, his pony-tail is a complete loss. "I had to tell you. I don't know what to do, I don't know what you should do, I just know what I want. I don't know if it's what's best for you, even if you can do it."

He started with the whiskey before she'd even had a chance to sit down. "I want what's best for you. I want you to be happy and healthy and loving and loved even if it's not me. Even if it's not Dilan. But, oh, Time and Void, babe."

She...made sure the bottle was still on the table? Then settled down to her own plate. A few bites of egg for her at least before she started on the whiskey. Something to buffer the pills!

And...she was going to cry. It was such a sappy, romantic thing to say and NOT CRYING.

"You need to talk to Dilan." Or else she needed to talk to Dilan? Oh god, was she cheating on her boyfriend?

Help.

"I need to talk to...Elsy. Elsy and Dilan. And maybe a few gravestones."

"I needed to talk to you first." Braig said simply, "Mom's gonna be home all week. Dad says that since she retired she's been cooking like her life depended on it."

Yinsi also flat-out refused to retire until his wife found a hobby that kept her out of the house more often. He didn't care if his health was wonky.

She looked over at him and...yep, his hair was bugging her. There was, apparently, nothing for it but to hop up, fetch a brush, and get his ponytail redone. Braig...her Braig...his hair tended to be on the better side of good. "I'll go over there after this." They were used to kids on their door! Even though the kids were less kiddish now.

"Eat too, not just drinking." She'd finish eating when his hair was done okay?

He didn't nod, just started eating silently while she did his hair. It felt amazing, but...well. It was hard to let himself relax enough to get the full effect.

She got his ponytail pulled tight, then braided it...just in case he decided to tug on it again. JUST IN CASE. She tickled the back of his neck with the braid so he knew it wasn't free flowing, then settled back in her chair. "Thank you," for eating. She worried when he drank without eating!

And possibly for giving her time?

And for telling her at all?

She was kind of giving a blanket thanks right now until she figured things out.

He nodded and said, "Thanks." in return.

For listening. For braiding his hair. For not telling him he was sick and running him out of her house and life.

"Dork."

WHEN IN DOUBT USE SIMPLE LANGUAGE!

"I'm going to hit you at some point, I'm pretty sure. When I figure things out."

"Kinda expecting it." he admitted, "I don't, like, want things to be totally different, you know? Either way. I want more, yeah, but even if you just want me the way we've always been, that's okay too."

"Not different...just more." She nearly whispered and took a niiiice big swig of whiskey. It seemed to be her mantra now, since Dilan had said it.

"Hey Braig...the Halloween love triangle thing...that was before the lions right?" Just making sure it wasn't part of the...conspiracy? plot? Um, love, thing.

"'Bout seven months." Braig said, looking up in confusion, "Huh?"

"Just making sure. The whole town still talks about it you know." Just...making sure. Making sure.

"...still up for a barbeque next week? Either way?"

He didn't answer the first bit, instead going, "Sure. Dilan was planning on going out after a deer for it."

"Ohhh, fall deer and beach barbeque pits. I don't see anything wrong with that!" So, next week, at least, would be good. Perhaps not awesome, not if people were...odd. But good. "You can stay here, call Dilan over if you like. I'm going to head out after dishes okay?"

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