Thread: Mending WHO: Paxton Rivera and James Weatherby WHERE: Pegasus dormitories WHEN: After school
Paxton had a habit of noticing things. Small irregularities. Slight changes. Odd variables in patterns. A demon couldn't get as high up as he did without noticing being observant. And so, he noticed that something was up with James. It wasn't obvious, of course: James was too good for that. In public, he seemed almost more himself than he was, but in private... there was a distance. Even the rate at which he texted back had slowed down.
Paxton had an idea why. James didn't like knowing he wasn't the one holding all the cards, and Paxton had let it slip that he did have in fact an ace or two up his sleeve.
So, it was time to mend fences. James was a useful ally, a beautiful boy, a great lay, and... Ah, fuck. Whatever. Paxton had a fondness for James, call it what you well. At least he didn't wrap it up in pretty little words and vows like his romantic fool of a little brother. But he'd miss James when he wasn't there. And so, effort had to be put in.