#macwalden

"The bonfire's shite." It wasn't actually that bad. In fact, there was something pretty spectacular about it but in a tame way. Magical defences to stop children getting hurt and families chucking wishes into the flames instead of staying away in fear of being burnt. That was very boring to Brenton. "Wanna spice it up a bit?" Walden wasn't necessarily who he would usually go to for things like this but he was the person Brenton wanted to spend the day with and with Freya away he had to look elsewhere for someone to indulge his fire-raising tendencies. Ash wandered around them starting to wrap them all a tangle with his leash but Brenton refused to let himself get distracted. "The shapes are cute and all, but fiendfyre ones are prettier."

Things had been sour for a while now and that was why he didn’t feel he could just let himself in. For whatever reason, Walden hadn’t approved of Brenton’s relationship with Julian and they had argued over the fact. Walden had sat there, stripper on his lap, trying to coax Brenton into a threesome for old time’s sake and hated it when Brenton said no. That had been the last time Brenton had been to the manor where he had, in the past, lived. And coming back now, the day after his relationship had crumbled to pieces, felt a lot like crawling back with his tail between his legs. It felt wrong and humiliating and Brenton had just turned away, considering leaving again when the door opened, the house-elf on the other side not even waiting for him to announce himself before they disappeared to let Walden know he was there.