{Hazy sunshine over the hill

[deadlycurves]

WHO: Hargreeves + YOU

WHERE: Krakoa; various

WHEN: Varies, specified by thread

WHAT: Varies, specified by thread

WARNINGS: Warnings will be updated where necessary

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[deadlycurves]

He blinks out of whatever reverie he fell into when he hears the floorboard, attention drawn, and he turns to see who's coming out to join him, smiling slightly at his brother. "Well, someone has to make sure Klaus doesn't feed her too much sugar, so I hope he is." He chuckles lightly at their shared ribbing of their brother even in his current absence among them. There's a small lull before Diego settles on exactly what words he wants to come out of his mouth next. A small, cursory glance up at Diego over his shoulder, "Felt different in there tonight." He drops it casual, like it doesn't have multiple layers behind it. But it's hard to miss, especially for a detail-oriented person like Luther, the slight quirk of one corner of his mouth; the almost amused lilt in his voice coupled with a playfully accusatory tone, somehow; the empath talking about how things felt.

[obediences]

As ever, Diego being an empath is unfair. Luther's grown used to giving away little pieces of himself — powers practice with Diego turning himself into even more of an open book, and life unfurling on Krakoa had cleared up the Hargreeves' communication even more — but sometimes, some secrets, you instinctively want to keep to yourself.

Diego can't miss the way that Luther's spine straightens, and how he holds himself at subtly more rigid angles. Face averted slightly as he fixes his gaze and looks out to the ocean, rather than meet his brother's eye (likely in case Luther's expression gives too much away; he's absolutely terrible at keeping a poker face).

It was supposed to be the standard Sunday gettogether, like always, but Luther can't even pretend there wasn't something off, the delicate gyroscope of the family dynamic tilted a little askew and delicately altered. But he tries anyway:

"Oh?" he says loosely, nonchalantly. "Huh. Must be something you ate."

[deadlycurves]

Diego notices all those little things Luther always falls into when he's caught-- refusing to look at him, all that stiffness in his shoulders, suddenly; it's a little bit of an echo of when they were in the Academy, but... the edges aren't quite as sharp now between them, and, in a way he never would have dreamed of, it's easy not to let those things send him tangling toe-to-toe with Number One.

Luther's words are light, an attempt at nonchalance that only pushes that much harder into proving his lie for what it is. Diego lifts both eyebrows, a smirk hiding on his lips. "Ehh-- I don't think so."