raith_rogue | To Kill a Puck, confab time

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To Kill a Puck, confab time

Thomas parked his car in an empty space along the curb just down the street from Harry's place, and headed off to meet his brother as requested. He knew it was about Robin, though nothing more specific than that, and he was just a little bit anxious, in case Harry had bad news. Harry often seemed to have bad news, generally of the giant sharp teeth and claws variety, but Thomas already knew this problem involved that variety of bad news, so at least it wouldn't be much different from now.

He jogged down the steps to Harry's basement apartment, pulling out the pendant Harry had given him to disarm the wards, then knocking once before he opened the door. "Harry?" he called as he turned to shove the door firmly closed behind him.

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Harry returned the smile and stood up, grabbing his empty beer bottle and Thomas's. "Uh...if you don't mind hanging around for a bit, you can deliver the new shield bracelet?" He hadn't meant it to come out as a question, but it had just the same.

Thomas checked his watch and then nodded. "Sure...how long is a bit, though? I have an appointment in an hour."

"At the salon?" Harry glanced at Thomas over his shoulder, then self-consciously ran his fingers through his unkempt hair.

"Mais oui," Thomas replied teasingly, smiling. "If I have to I can call and have Bethany give Mrs. Danziger a manicure gratis to buy a little more time..."

Harry shook his head, smiling in return. "Nah...shouldn't take that long. I need to put one more protection spell on it."

"Okay. I'll just get myself another beer, then." Thomas grinned and strolled to the icebox.

Harry waved a hand vaguely and went back downstairs.

A few moments later, there was a small crash, followed by a curse, and then Harry's head poked up through the floor.

"Uh...Thomas? You think you could give me a hand down here?"

Thomas paused mid-drink and sighed. "What happened?" he asked flatly, making his way toward the trapdoor to the lab.

"Um." Harry had the grace to look embarrassed, even though this kind of thing happened to him all the time. "I kind of...broke the hand stand."

"Oh, for..." Thomas muttered under his breath and clumped noisily down into the sub-basement that held Harry's lab. "Fine. What do you need me to do?" he asked, cocking a fist against his hip and still holding a bottle of beer in the other hand.

Harry held out the leather strap. "Put this on."

Thomas rolled his eyes and leaned past Harry to set his beer down before taking the offered strap and wrapping it around his wrist. "...Is this safe? Me wearing it while you work on it, I mean?"

"We share blood." Harry moved behind Thomas and reached for his wrist. "This would work for you too, if you needed it. You're fine."

It was the blood bond that Harry needed. "I just, uh...need to do a couple incantations."

"I just meant with you casting on it...I don't want to get any backwash of a spell..." He trailed off and closed his eyes, extending his arm and trying not to think about Harry behind him, close enough he could feel his warmth in the cramped confines of the lab.

"It's not like a bottle of water," Harry remarked, and laid his hand on top of Thomas's arm, his thumb pressed against a symbol carved into the leather. "And they're protection. Are you going to attack me while I'm doing this?"

Thomas opened his eyes to glare over his shoulder at Harry. "I'm thinking about it," he muttered, facing forward again. "Just make sure it goes into the bracelet, not into me. You can't improve on perfection like this even with a protection spell."

"Shut up," Harry said fondly. "Or I'll add an anti-White Court vamp clause."

He took a deep breath, then focused his energy on the incantation. "Cave inimicum, colloportus, impervius.

Thomas sighed softly and held still, staying quiet while Harry worked, just--enjoying his nearness while Harry was too distracted to notice.

Harry finished the one rune, the moved to the next, slowly turning Thomas's wrist. This close he could smell the pheromones that wafted off his brother, the most compelling perfume he'd ever smelled. "P-protego, protego horribilis," he exhaled. "Protego libidinous."

"Whoa, whoa, wait," Thomas said, glancing back at Harry. "What was that last one for?" If it was what it sounded like, he was sure Robin would appreciate the thought, but...how did a spell protect that?

"Um." Harry cleared his throat, his eyes moving between Thomas's gray gaze and down to his lips. "Protection against...sexual desires."

Okay, so not what Thomas thought. His eyes narrowed and he asked with clenched teeth, "And why would you think Robin needed that?"

Harry took a step back, eyes flashing. "Robin's not the only one who needs protection," he snapped.

Thomas turned around to face Harry, arm falling to his side. "You're making the bracelet for him, right? So tell me just what kind of a protection you're putting on here."

"Sexual predators," Harry admitted. "Anyone who seeks to use their own or his sexual desires for malicious purposes."

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