{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

Comments

[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."