i. “My bad, right?” Chase says easily as they emerge fresh from a summoned hell, hands in his pockets and leaning back, not expecting to get punched. Victor’s getting better at not living up to people’s expectations.
“Two questions left, cabrón!” he snaps, shaking off Nico clawing at his arm. “You wanna waste the rest of them now?”
“Wasn’t a waste,” Chase grumbles and likely in a move he learned from a Bourne movie, tries to kick Victor’s legs out. It doesn’t work, since Chase isn’t the ninja he invasions himself as, but it hurts enough for Victor to stumble and kick right back.
"Blair Witch!” Nico cries and both boys are placed in a respective corner, similar to the ‘time-out’ spell she had to use on Molly a few weeks back, but this time with the victims forcibly facing the walls. She paces between them, staff raised, temper higher. “If I said we’re cool now, we’re cool,” she orders, voice sharp in the entryway of their new Malibu home. She rakes a hand through her hair, hissing, “Is that so hard to grasp here, people?”
She turns to talk with Chase in hushed tones, while Victor twists and grimaces in his own corner, eyes closed because that movie was messed up, why are you making me relive that?? Karolina chirps, "We never should’ve let Molly show you scary movies!" reaching for his bruised knuckles.
A week later the bruises and black eye have healed, and Chase leans against the dash, griping about Leapfrog calling him “Master Mancha” again. He puts his hand on Victor’s shoulder and his skin crawls so viscerally it shoots sparks through Chase’s fingertips.
"Sorry! I’m sorry!" Victor yelps and aches with how easy it is to smile and pretend not to hate someone deep into your processes. Must be how your dad did it.
five times victor and chase were not friends
“My bad, right?” Chase says easily as they emerge fresh from a summoned hell, hands in his pockets and leaning back, not expecting to get punched. Victor’s getting better at not living up to people’s expectations.
“Two questions left, cabrón!” he snaps, shaking off Nico clawing at his arm. “You wanna waste the rest of them now?”
“Wasn’t a waste,” Chase grumbles and likely in a move he learned from a Bourne movie, tries to kick Victor’s legs out. It doesn’t work, since Chase isn’t the ninja he invasions himself as, but it hurts enough for Victor to stumble and kick right back.
"Blair Witch!” Nico cries and both boys are placed in a respective corner, similar to the ‘time-out’ spell she had to use on Molly a few weeks back, but this time with the victims forcibly facing the walls. She paces between them, staff raised, temper higher. “If I said we’re cool now, we’re cool,” she orders, voice sharp in the entryway of their new Malibu home. She rakes a hand through her hair, hissing, “Is that so hard to grasp here, people?”
She turns to talk with Chase in hushed tones, while Victor twists and grimaces in his own corner, eyes closed because that movie was messed up, why are you making me relive that?? Karolina chirps, "We never should’ve let Molly show you scary movies!" reaching for his bruised knuckles.
A week later the bruises and black eye have healed, and Chase leans against the dash, griping about Leapfrog calling him “Master Mancha” again. He puts his hand on Victor’s shoulder and his skin crawls so viscerally it shoots sparks through Chase’s fingertips.
"Sorry! I’m sorry!" Victor yelps and aches with how easy it is to smile and pretend not to hate someone deep into your processes. Must be how your dad did it.