|Liam Flynn (me_lucky_charms) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2010-10-29 04:00:00
|Entry tags:||liam flynn|
Who: Liam me_lucky_charms and Will [NPC]
When: Thursday afternoon, October 29th
Where: Liam's apartment
Liam was a leprechaun. He had a hard time understanding humans. Liam, all of a sudden, had a kid. He had a kid he had no idea what to do with. It was not his kid. In his faery mind, he shouldn't have to look out for the kid. In his centuries of life, the only person he had ever looked out for was himself. Even everything he did for Alastair was really, by extension, for him. If he made Alastair happy, Alastair cooked Liam dinner. Or he used to.
Alastair didn't cook Liam dinner any more. Alastair ran off to New Orleans with flashy alcohol goddesses.
It wasn't fair.
Still, if Liam was stuck looking after a teenager, he was going to do it. He was going to be the best teenage looker-afterer in the world. He was going to be better than Alastair, so when Alastair came back, he could suck it.
When Will returned from school on Thursday afternoon, he found an aproned Liam in the kitchen, baking. Will dropped his school bag beside the door and he pushed a few locks of his dark hair out of his eyes, as if this strange scene was the hair's fault. It wasn't. "Uh...Liam?"
"HI!" Liam said cheerfully, dashing over to Will's side. "Welcome home!" He kissed Will's cheek, because he had seen people greet their friends like that on the television, and then he ran to the table and he pulled out a chair. "Sit!"
"Did you just...kiss me?"
"No. I have it on good visual authority that that is an acceptable greeting in familiar circles," Liam nodded. "It meant hello."
"I made buns!" Liam pulled them out of the oven and after a few moments, he popped one of them onto a plate for Will. "Eat up! I have been consulting a pyramid. It is like a food group oracle. It says you have to eat three of these buns and then I will make you five vegetables."
"You do what the Pyramid of Servings says!" Liam shouted, because being firm with teenagers was also important. You had to set boundaries or they would end up on the streets, doing god knows what. Maybe kissing. Not the greeting kind. Oh no. Liam wouldn't let that happen to Will.
Will took a bun from the plate and then he burst out laughing. "Liam...you know I appreciate you letting me stay here, but I'm okay. I don't need your...pyramid. Just...normal food is fine."
"I am responsible for shaping you now," Liam informed Will, crossing his arms. In his flowery apron, he looked rather ridiculous. "I have to mold you into a responsible adult person."
Will stood up, giving Liam a fond look. "Liam. Do you like who I am now?"
Liam considered that. "Well you snore loudly. And you won't eat my beautiful buns."
For a moment, Will looked like he was choking. Then he said calmly, "I will...eat your...buns. I just have homework to do. Which is part of being a responsible student."
"Homework! Bleh! You have to eat and then we have video games to play!" Because keeping Liam entertained was part of his idea of being responsible.
Will snorted. "Oh yeah, you're going to mold me alright. I'll play with you after dinner, alright? And I can even cook if you want me to."
Will was offering to cook? Would he adhere to the Pyramid of Servings? Was this a good sign? "You have a black eye."
"It's fine," Will assured him. "It doesn't interfere with cooking or homework or video games. Liam...thank you. Thanks for showing me someone cares, even if my father doesn't. I don't even know where he is."
The look on Will's face made Liam feel funny. Will looked so sad and Liam thought he might feel sad too. His chest hurt a little, and his eyes went blurry. It was very strange. Was this remorse? Liam did not like it, whatever it was. And he couldn't keep Alastair's location from Will now. "Alastair's in New Orleans. With Abby."
Will frowned, but he looked up at Liam who would never know that he actually was giving Will the strength to deal with Alastair's dismissal of him. Liam couldn't understand that his interest and his attempts to help and his presence was all Will really needed. "Well I hope it's worth it. Because I am exactly where I want to be. See you for dinner." And then Will came over and kissed Liam on the cheek.
"Did you just kiss me?" Liam asked, startled. They had already said hello.
Will smiled. "I have it on good authority that it is an acceptable form of gratitude in familiar circles. It meant thank you." And Will went to the guest room, leaving Liam in the kitchen with his apron, and his buns, wondering why his eyes had gone all blurry again.