“You know Shakespeare?”
“I’m happy to see you, too,” Theo stepped over someone’s backpack, getting closer, “and yes, I know Shakespeare. I’m not a cave person.”
“Right, you are a sewer person,” corrected Liam. Theo narrowed his eyes at him.
It was unfair: how extraordinarily attractive he was. Liam had recognized it before it had become a problem, but acknowledging it was like getting voluntarily tested with wolfsbane.
He hated and admired and loathed and adored that boy, and it was complex, contradictory and highly screwed-up, and it confused Liam ever since the Wild Hunt, when he’d realized that his heterosexual scooter had gotten hit by a bisexual paver. Theo wasn’t a really amiable person, because he was a psychotic egoist, a murderer and a snake, as tender as a poker and as blunt as lightning.
It just happened so that Liam discovered that he also had a very pretty smile and a great sense of humor, which Theo let shine through when he felt like it. And that knowledge, accompanied with tension that came with living through an actual war, being hunted, fighting with claws and teeth for freedom, being saved over and over again by the enemy… it was confusing, but before Liam could act on anything, Theo ran away.
So yes, he wasn’t being nice. Sue him.
“Why is there glitter in your hair?” Asked Theo instead of coming up with a clever insult, and Liam’s hand immediately shot up.
“I’m a fairy.”
More about Liam being a “fairy” and Thiam’s pining: 🍎“Hunting Hearts”🍎 by l_t_m on ao3.
