Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[locoparentis]

Character: Declan Lynch
Fandom: The Raven Cycle

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[dreamkid]

[ Matthew starts peeling the plastic off the cheese, prepping enough slices to make a very gooey sort of sandwich. ]

Yeah, fine. [ He doesn't feel any different, that he can tell. Should he? No, everything is fine. ] I'm just hungry.

[ He draws out the word 'hungry' in an attempt to lighten the mood a little, because his bottomless pit of a stomach has always been a joke, and when Declan's done buttering the first slice Matthew plops the cheese down on top of it and continues to hover close. ]

[locoparentis]

[He wasn't there when Aurora woke up - he doesn't know why might or might not be normal. So he starts making sandwiches.]

Sit.

Actually, go get a glass of juice or something.

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew hesitates for just a moment before he goes to the cupboard--the dishes haven't moved, at least--grabs a glass, and then over to the fridge. It's emptier than he remembers.

He fills his glass and climbs onto the stool by the counter, takes a few sips, fiddles with the coin tied to his wrist.

Not doing anything is hard, because his mind has always been prone to wandering and right now there aren't many good places for it to go. He watches Declan for a minute and then-- ]

How old are you?

[ No, that-- he shouldn't have asked that. ]

[locoparentis]

[He turns his head a little, looks at Matthew, and levers a sandwich onto a plate.]

Older than you.

[He looks down a little. Isn't that enough, Matthew?]

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew looks down, too, at the sandwich. ]

I know that.

[ But he doesn't press further, because it is enough, for now. It won't be enough forever. He's awake and there's a life stretching out in front of him again, and he doesn't care how old Declan is, but he cares that he doesn't know how old Declan is anymore. ]

[locoparentis]

Eat your lunch.

[He leans down a presses a kiss to the top of Matthew's head. Just like that.][ ]

[dreamkid]

[ Matthew closes his eyes, reaches out to hold on to Declan's sleeve, just for a moment.

And then he eats his lunch. It's very like Matthew to be chatty while eating, always trying to talk through a mouthful of food, but now....

He doesn't know what to talk about. The world is different; he's not sure what fits where anymore. Where he fits anymore. ]