Phoebus Wright

“Because you’re the responsible one and I’m the dim one, I thought we already knew that, mate.” He laughed. He knew he wasn’t dim in the true sense of the word, but he was definitely the thoughtless one, the reckless one, the one that leapt off the cliff before looking to see if there was someplace soft to land under. Phoebus was smarter, Pheobus looked before he leapt and thought about things in a way Louis just… never did. But then he was turning away from him, and Lou cocked his head, wondering if he’d upset the other boy. But he hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true, nor had he agreed to anything he wouldn’t keep, even if he had agreed in a too-Slytherin way. “Testing you is fun, though.” He said when Phoebus looked back at him. “You should try it sometime.” His face dissolved into a grimace as he shook his head. “No way. No nurse. I’m fine, it’s just marks, they’ll heal in a day or two it’s no big deal." 

"Course we are. It’d be a bit awkward seeing as I’m squashing you into the couch if we weren’t.” He laughed. He almost winced, just in anticipation at the touch to his wrist, but the fingers that wrapped around it weren’t rough, and were still cold from the ice pack he’d been holding, and rather than exacerbate the pain, the cool touch soothed the aching and made him sigh in relief. “It is SO a big deal, what are you even talking about?” He asked incredulously. “You’ll be on an International team, Phoeb. It’s fucking incredible, don’t sell it short. You’ve got to let me know what they say when they write back.”

“You’re far from dim… You just don’t like to show it sometimes, doesn’t stop people from seeing it though.” It was odd, the way their relationship had shifted and twisted into what it was now. Before, Phoebus would worry about Louis but would never voice it. He kept it to himself because…well just because. But now here he was with Louis sitting on top of him as he worried about Louis getting into fights over him. If it was up to Phoebus, he would had sat there the rest of the night worrying about the other boy, but luckily he had Louis pulling the conversation back towards him. He couldn’t help but smile as he hands slide down the boy’s sides. “Try what? Testing or having fun? And don’t start with me Louis. There’s a lot of things you look, but fine is not one of them. It might not be a big deal to you, but it is to me. Why do you always have to be so stubborn?”

He grinned- and even managed it without wincing- back at the other boy. “Yeah. Problem? I see no problems with that.” He teased. “I promise that I won’t go getting into trouble over you.” He knew Phoebus would catch the wording, knew he’d know there was a lot of vagueness in that statement and a lot of room for interpretation. Of course Louis would end up getting into trouble, it was practically impossible for him not to. He was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. But he’d keep quiet and low profile at least until his wrist stopped aching. That much he could do.

“We weren’t exactly on speaking terms.” He teased. Phoebus had barely caught him as he almost attacked him, and he found himself half pinning Phoebus against the couch, grinning widely down at him. “Main fucking keeper, that’s bloody brilliant! What did your parents say?”

“I hardly see that as fair. Why should I always have to be the one watching out for you.” Rolling his eyes, Phoebus sided as he turned away from him. Over you. Phoebus meant over all but he was lucky enough that Louis even agreed to that. “You know that’s not what I meant? I swear, you’re trying to test me. You’re always testing me…” He only stopped talking because he could feel Louis’ gaze upon him. “What are you looking at?” he questioned, “If anyone should watching the other so intently, it should be me. You’re still not going to let me take you to the nurse, are you?” It was a stupid question, Phoebus knew that,t but he had to at least try again.

He looked back and watched Phoebus relax agains the couch, letting his eyes track the way Phoebus’ muscles didn’t quite uncoil al the way. He was still unhappy, and Louis didn’t blame him. He’d really fucked up this time. He shouldn’t have tested Briar, shouldn’t have pushed him, especially knowing he couldn’t take the other boy.

At least Phoebus wouldn’t have to know about his wrist.

Most of Cygnus’ spent energy had gone toward fixing that. He pressed the ice pack to his temple, letting his wrist press against it under the guise of soothing a headache rather than an aching wrist. But hey, it could be so much worse than an ache. “Yeah, as much as I’d love to see you defend my honor,” he laughed, “Let’s not?” He leaned back next to the older boy, nodding in uncharacteristic acquiescence. “Deal. No more trouble for a while.” That likely wouldn’t hold; as soon as his wrist stopped aching and his headache went away, he’d be back to normal and causing trouble all over again. But for now; he rather stay under the radar.

He nodded. “Yeah I’d heard the murmurs.” It was hard not to; everyone was looking out for scouts. “They made you an offer?” He asked, sitting back up straight with an incredulous expression. A national team! A fucking national team- the team Phoebus had dreamt of- had made him an offer! “Holy fuck, mate, you’re just telling me this now?!” With his ice pack in hand he tackled Phoebus against the couch delightedly. “That’s fuckin’ brilliant mate!”

Though his frame wasn’t completely opened to Louis, he still kept an eye on Louis. Part of him feared that Louis wasn’t letting on to how much he was really in pain, but he knew that Louis would never give in. So he would just have to sit behind and worry about him silently. The more Phoebus looked over the boy, the more he had to fight himself from going off to find Briar himself. He was more then okay doing whatever it was he wanted Phoebus to do while they were alone, but he drew the line when it came to his friends, when it came to Louis.

Keeping a grip on the ice pack as he held it to the side of the boy’s face, Phoebus shook his head. “So you’re allowed to go off and be reckless, but I can’t? Am I the only one that sees the problem here?” Slowly, he let his hand drop as he laid it across his lap and leaned back on the couch. He turned his head ever so slightly so he could look Louis in the eye. “Promise me? You won’t get into trouble, for me?” He knew already that what he was asking for probably wasn’t going to last for very long, but at least for the time being, he would have a little peace. And when Louis had agreed, a part of him sighed in relief. “Thank you…”