sliceitwithwind | Entries tagged with k!dilan

It'd been a week, but Dilan...was nowhere near used to his new size. He kept banging into walls, doors, low hanging objects. Anything dangling from the ceiling, and he kept forgetting how wide his shoulders were as well. It was driving him insane.

Not to mention the fears that his size and new, distinct lack of "cuteness" meant that he was hideous looking. He wasn't ready to go back to college, not while still recovering from the agony of the growth spurt, so he was curled up at home trying to get used to himself. Braig had needed to go back and pick school work up for the two of them, trusting that Aya would take care of Dilan until he got back.

Dilan was curled up on the back porch with a couple of blankets and a book. And a protein shake the size of a monster slurpee cup.

Pierce, Danny, and Ben were in another cabin, about a mile down the beach from where the three lovers were staying...with orders to call before coming over or face the potentially naked consequences.

When they'd gotten there Braig had cornered Pierce and gotten the two jewellery boxes from him. After that it was only a question of finding the perfect moment.

One where they were alone...with the sun coming down and setting fire to the ocean. One where they were all quiet and content.

A little bit like now.

Dilan had extended the dinner invitation. It was to take place in Aya's house, of course, but the point was that he'd managed to get his hands on several quail and a pheasant which would make for a somewhat different feast than the usual. Veggies from Elcy's gardens, a wild rice pilaf, several bottles of wine older than the three of them put together...he just wanted to do a nice dinner.

Braig was cheerfully going for his second helping of roasted veggies, cooing over the glaze just a bit, when he decided to say, "So, dude, what's the occasion? I've been trying to figure it out."

There wasn't much left of the island, not any more. Much of New York City was in an equal kind of disarray, not that most of the country knew exactly what had happened. Most people were evacuated, and rumours were put out of some kind of rogue magic users involved in terrorist activities.

Not everyone was that blessedly in the dark, however. Ansem's apprentices were in the thick of it, without even a phone call. To anyone. Parents, lovers, friends...they were just packed up and taken away. It was a month of study before Aya's phone rang with the ringtone that Dilan had programmed into it for Braig.

Dilan had sufficient hair to need to shave by the time he was twelve. It was...exceedingly annoying. Exceedingly.

At thirteen he thumped down next to Aya one morning and declared; "I'm going to grow sideburns. Like, big ones."

Aya was the emergency contact on both men's files, which is why she was the one called after they were brought in. Nobody had sorted out what, exactly, had happened although the word riot was used more than once.

The hospital staff didn't really care, they had fifteen people in need of being patched up, and four in need of surgery. By the time Aya got there, her boys had been in the surgery rooms for over an hour, and they weren't sure how much longer it would take.

Elcy was in the waiting room, white as a sheet and gripping her husband's hand as though letting go would mean letting her children go.

Braig was out of the room when Dilan peeked back in, finally. He grabbed the bag, which over the course of packing had taken on capital letters; The Bag. It had the G-strings with their fake fig leaves, the apples, Aya's clear bra, and the container that held one comfortably dozing snake.

Dilan had checked, it was fine to keep the snake curled up in there for the couple of hours it had taken...and he'd checked on it every time they stopped. Still a very large snake. Very large. He poked the remaining lump in the bed, "Aya! He's out!"

He dropped her share of stuff on the bed and started stripping with absolutely no regard for modesty. Not that he'd ever had any. The usual array of noises that occurred after every waxing were made, along with giggles. (Manly giggles.)

"She's WHAT?!" Elcy, it turned out, could roar. Much like a lion...only louder, if her son was to be believed, "Braig! Why didn't you tell me this earlier? We have spare rooms!"

"Mom...I..."

"We," Dilan broke in, "we didn't think..."

"I am very disappointed in the two of you. You are going to march right over there, young man," that was with a pointed finger at her son, "and grab that poor girl's things and bring them back here. You," at Dilan, "are going to get the larger of the spare rooms set up for her. I am going to go shopping. What's Aya's favourite colour?"

"Sky blue." said Braig, already grabbing his coat and heading out. He did not, nobody argued with his mom when she was that angry.

"Sky blue. Fine. Dilan, call Yinsi and let him know Aya is moving in with us."

"...Yes'm." Dilan mumbled, the last thing Braig heard before the door closed.

It didn't take long for him to get over to Aya's house...Aya's...old...house. "Hey! Ayay! You here?"

It was just one of those things where nothing went right. The prototype non-magical teleporter managed to fry Braig's senses enough that he wasn't up to trying to teleport a rock, let alone three grown men. Dilan wasn't that great at teleportation at the best of times, and his magical senses were also cheerfully fried. Pierce's, what little he had, were doing okay, but it didn't help.

And then the damn teleporter didn't even have the decency to come with them. Or send their luggage. No, it was just the three men and the clothing that was closest to their bodies at time of transport...which meant that Dilan's shirt had been ripped at the neck in order to form a kilt of sorts while the other two stood around in t-shirts and underwear. All of them did have socks.

Three men, limited clothing, and the phone that Pierce had been holding at the time of button pressing. The now-dead phone which refused even to give the cheerful little bleeple of powering on, let alone inform them of bars.

Dilan, one hand shading his face, mused; "It could be somewhere in Arizona. The mesas look about right." and Braig offered, "We'll be able to get a better idea once the sun goes down and we can check the stars."

Both of them did their best to ignore the human sitting in the desert dirt screaming at his phone and clawing at the casing in an attempt to remove it with nothing but bitten-down fingernails.

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.

One elderly Katzu, three small children, and a trip to the zoo.

It's a match made in hell, really. Even Sannish is considering the benefits of leashes by the time they get to the ticket booth.

"Stay together, kittens."

November 11th, after the great hair dying Halloween, when the kids got home from school there was a strange man sitting on the porch with Lenna, Elcy, and Yinsi. He was seven foot seven inches tall and seemed to take up the entire porch. Skin four shades darker than Dilan's, brilliantly green Katzu eyes, and braids down to his knees of thick, black and grey hair.

He was in a beautiful coat of terrible chartreuse, and the instant the boys saw him Dilan bolts forward shrieking happily in too-fast Katzu.

Braig grabbed Aya's hand and explained, "That's his great-grand-uncle Sannish."

In any given town there is always at least one house with a Certain Reputation. In the case of their town the house had two reputations, making it an excellent place for teenagers of all kinds to go hang out.

Yup, the local abandoned house was a haunted brothel. Drab on the outside, but the tales of the inner furnishings promised over-abundant decadence, and it was something of a rite of passage to go there. Break in during the day for hanky-panky, stay overnight for courage.

The brothel had been abandoned a good thirty years before, but nobody could ever figure out, through the tangle of legal red tape, who even had the right to tear it down. So it sat out on the inland edges of town.

Which is of course why Braig decided that since he and Dilan were back from college for the first break, they needed to drag Aya along to the haunted brothel as a bonding activity to make sure she knew that they still were a trio.

Cue camping gear, dusk, and Dilan giggling nervously.

The trip was fun, especially for the seniors. Even the stupidly tiny seniors who weren't really paying attention to anything outside of school work. They were going to get back just after school let out, and the boys were ever so much looking forwards to telling Aya all about the camping trip and the science-y things they did while out.