Family Gathering || Thavier, Devlin, Charleson, Rory, Cynthia, Ramsay, & Hamilton || August 2020
Charles: A short while after he'd cleaned up the kitchen and sent the children off to play, Charles pulled out his mobile and rang Theo. He pinned the phone between his cheek and shoulder, pulling his laptop free from its bag in one, smooth motion. The line began to ring as he settled in.
Theo: Theo was pouring over some old manuscripts when his phone started to buzz against his desk. He picked up his phone, and a smile flashed over his lips when he saw who was calling.
"Charles! I'm so glad you called! How are you?" He asked as he grabbed a wireless headset and popped it into his ears. He started to roll the scrolls up and return them to their tubes.
Charles: "Quite well!" he assured, his smile audible. "It's always a pleasure to hear your voice." A true statement. The faint clacking of laptop keys would be heard in the background. "How have you been?"
Theo: Theo smiled to himself as he recognized the familiar tap of keys through the phone. He could relate to the need to keep his hands busy, and even though the manuscripts were tucked back onto the shelf, that didn't stop him from pulling out completed pages of his book for editing.
"Likewise," he hummed as his pen danced over paper. "I've been great, actually! I have some time off so it's been nice to spend some time at home. How've you been?"
Charles: His smile only widened at the mention of time off. He loved a stroke of serendipity. "Thrilled to hear it, dear. I'm doing quite well. I've actually been looking to take a bit of a holiday, myself. Cee wants to see the redwoods and we're planning to spend a week out west. Mason thought it'd be a good idea to visit the family while we're there. Is that something that you all would be open to? I know you'd have to talk to Xavier, of course."
Theo: Theo's eyes lit up, and he paused mid-note as Charles explained.
"We would absolutely love to have you all here! There's plenty of room for you all to stay, and I know Devlin would be ecstatic about it. Do you want to text me the dates and I'll run them by Xavier?"
Charles: "Oh, we wouldn't want to impose. We could stay at a hotel nearby. I do think it'd be good for the kids to spend more time together, however. It's been too long since we've seen you all, living on the other side of the country." With the natures of their chosen partners, this felt more like an excuse than a genuine obstacle. No matter, they were making plans to rectify the situation. "I'll text you those dates."
Theo: "Absolutely not! We live in a literal mansion Charles, there's no reason for you all to stay at a hotel.
And I agree! Since the wedding, Devlin has made it a daily task of his to ask when he can see his cousins again. We'll have to set up more frequent visits too, I have ways of transporting myself and Devlin if we wanted to stop by without the whole family." Meaning their demon counterparts.
To travel that distance without exhausting himself would take some time and practice, especially while transporting someone with him, but he felt confident he'd be able to build up to it.
"Perfect! I'll give you a call back shortly after I talk to Xavier!" And with that Theo set down his work, and hung up the phone so he could go find his fiancé.
Charles: Charles wasn't so sure their partners would be as eager to sleep under the same roof after the estranged decades between them, but the professor had no complaints. "That's very kind of you."
The clacking of his keyboard paused as he scribbled down a note. "That'd be perfect! We have more than enough space for the kids to explore."
He nodded. A force of habit, though Theo could not see him. "All right. Talk to you then."
His mind was quick to seek out his husband's when the call ended. 'Theo's going to talk to Xavier, but he loves the idea.'
Xavier: Xavier would be found at work in his study, accompanied by Rohan, Hamilton, and various reports and ledgers. However much he prided himself on being a thief, his legitimate business interests could not be neglected. Not to mention the estate matters that needed to be tended to.
Theo: Theo poked his head into Xavier's study, knowing he'd find his love working, just as he had been only moments before.
He knocked gently on the door to get Xavier's attention, and he nodded to Rohan and Hamilton as he stepped into the room.
"My love, do you have a moment for a break so I may steal you for a few minutes?"
Mason: Mason was just in range. Traveling, it seemed, with a collection in mind. Days like these the demon made himself scarce. There would be blood on his hands. Coming down from his high would take hours if not a day in its entirety. He was determined not to leave his family alone in Cameron for more than a few hours.
'Of course - Yeah. That's... great. Cynthia will love his house. Rory can make it pink.'
Charles: Oh, and he could almost taste the effort Mason put into that false enthusiasm. Charles fought a smile and turned back to his work. 'Don't strain yourself, dear. I'll tell you how it went when you get home. I love you.'
Xavier/Rohan/Hamilton: There was a smile on Xavier's face before he even looked up from his desk.
"For you, I have endless moments. Gentlemen, if you'll leave us for a bit. Rohan, Mr. Hassan is waiting for a call."
Rohan nodded. "I'll see to it and make the reservation."
"Thank you. Hamilton, tea."
A nod from the butler and the two men filed out, shutting the door behind them.
"I'm all yours, darling."
Theo: Theo approached Xavier as the two men filed out, and with practiced ease he slipped behind the desk and into Xavier's lap. His arms wrapped around Xavier's shoulders, and he leaned forward to claim a kiss from his demon.
"How's work?" He asked as he pulled back, and his fingers teased into the hair at the base of Xavier's neck.
Mason: 'Always,' he returned. 'I won't be all night.' Cameron was an invulnerable structure. Ward after spell after blessing on his safehouse. Half of which conjured by druid hands. Still, Mason was keen on a swift collection.
His mind departed from Charles with faded grasp to the back of his neck.
Xavier: He hummed contentedly against Theo's lips and relaxed back into his chair. "Needs doing, same as usual. I'm going to Cairo to check on my investments there. I won't be gone long, only a week or so. Want to come with me? We can see the pyramids."
Theo: Theo nodded, and he stole a few more chaste kisses before pulling back.
"Things have been quiet lately, so as long as I'm not needed on a hunt, I would love to! I've never seen the pyramids, and never did I imagine seeing them while engaged. Sounds very romantic." He took Xavier's hand with his free one, and laced their fingers together so he could place them in Theo's lap. He paused, letting a comfortable silence linger for a moment before continuing.
"So Charles called me a short while ago. I haven't heard from him since the wedding!" He decided to start with, hoping it might ease Xavier into the topic.
Xavier: "I'll send Rohan to take care of it if there's even a whisper that you're needed," he said, already smiling at the thought of a working holiday. "I would love to take you with me, the pyramids are beyond extraordinary. I've been to see them twice before and they take my breath away every time. You simply need to see them."
His smile took a turn from excited to merely pleasant, but it remained in place as he let Theo take his hand. "Did he? I'm sure that was a nice surprise. Is he well?"
Theo: Theo chuckled and rolled his eyes affectionately at Xavier's offer to send Rohan. As much as he'd rather handle his job himself, he wasn't about to argue. It would be nice to enjoy a vacation with Xavier, uninterrupted by how own work. "It'll be a perfect little vacation for us then. I'll be looking forward to it!"
And now, the hard part. Theo appreciated that Xavier kept his expression pleasant at the mention of Charles, and it earned him a gentle kiss to the cheek.
"It was a nice surprise!" Theo squeezed Xavier's hand, knowing it wasn't as nice of a surprise for the demon before him. "He is well, and so are the children. They're actually why he called.
“Cee would love to see the Redwoods apparently, and they're going to be taking a family vacation to see them." Theo wanted to stress the implication that the whole family would be there. “He asked, since they'll be in the area, if we wanted to have them visit us! I told him I thought it would be an excellent idea, seeing as Devlin asks about them enough, but I would run it by you first.
“If you're amenable to it, and if it wasn't an adventure intended for the two of them and the kids, that we could all visit the Redwoods together! Devlin would love exploring there, and I'm sure he'd be beside himself with his cousins there to play with him.
“And if not- regardless, I think having them here for a visit at the house would be a good thing!" He paused before finishing his small ramble of thoughts.
"And- perhaps we could offer them some rooms to stay in while they're here? The mansion is large enough to house relatives, even on the other side of the building if that might make you more comfortable with it?"
Xavier: "Oh? Well that's nice."
That was the extent of the interjections Xavier was able to give before Theo launched into the true reason he'd wanted Xavier to take a break with scarcely any pause.
And really, it was some sort of genius. If he didn't pause, Xavier couldn't raise any objections or derail the conversation. If Xavier couldn't raise any objections or derail the conversation, Theo would be able to get his pitch out in its entirety. Genius, truly.
That being said, just because Xavier couldn't find an opportunity to cut his fiancé off didn't mean those objections weren't written all over his face.
His expression went from politely interested to polite to mildly dreading to dreading and finally to a very clear and silent 'no'.
"May I present an alternative?" he asked when Theo had finished.
Theo: Theo could see the protests written on Xavier's face the further he ventured into his pitch. He felt a little guilty not giving Xavier a chance to speak, but he couldn't stop himself from laying everything out before the other, for fear he'd be shut down immediately. And- Theo was rambling. It was hard to stop Theo once he started rambling.
He exhaled once he was finished, and nodded sheepishly at Xavier.
"Sorry, yes- of course."
Xavier: "They could not stay here, and instead I could reserve them a nice suite at one of the many lovely hotels in the state. San Francisco would be perfect. It's much closer to Muir Woods than we are and there's infinitely more to do there. The children can play and enjoy the redwoods all they like." And he and Mason would not have to share a living space. The perfect solution.
Theo: The little twinge of disappointed was visible in Theo's eyes, but if he was honest, it was the response he expected. So he nodded, knowing he'd been right- having Mason under the same roof was a non-starter.
"If seeing the redwoods is an event they'd like to share with us, what if we all stayed in the same hotel? Different rooms, obviously. Or- what if when they visited, we offered to let the kids stay here while Mason and Charles have time to themselves?" Theo offered gently in return. He squeezed Xavier's hand in his own.
"I'm just..." he might as well admit his idea to Xavier, "...trying to find a way to promote a sleep-over for the kids. I always loved late night sleepovers with my friends when I was little, and I think the kids would enjoy it..." With the real motivation for them staying here revealed, he hoped Xavier understood his reasoning. There was little Theo felt he could do for their family, in terms of providing support- be it money, a home, food- Xavier had all necessities covered.
This was Theo's way of providing, trying to create unique memories and moments where no one else could. It was one way he could say thank you, or he could show his love. He wanted to make something fun they could all remember.
Xavier/Hamilton: "I think it goes without saying that Mason and Charles wouldn't leave their children in my care for love or money."
Xavier heaved a long sigh just as a knock sounded at the door. Hamilton had returned with the blessed distraction of tea. "Come in," he called, making no move to remove Theo from his lap. The staff was well used to it by now, and Hamilton didn't bat a single eyelash as he entered with the tray.
While he poured, Xavier's attention returned to Theo. "You already told Charles we'd host them here, didn't you?"
Theo: "Well, I'm here too you know..." there was a tiny, petulant pout on Theo's lips, but he had a feeling Xavier was right.
Theo smiled to Hamilton when he entered, now used to the staff finding them in positions like this as well. He used to blush when such things would happen, but this situation was innocent enough.
Theo's attention returned to Xavier with his question.
"Honestly? I said there was no reason we couldn't house them all here. The mansion has plenty of room for you and Mason to keep your distance, but I did say I would discuss it with you first. It's your choice, I wouldn't blindly invite them into our home without your consent. I know Charles will understand if you say you'd rather not."
He squeezed Xavier's hand again and kissed his cheek.
"The hotel is an option, love. I suggested we go as well since I knew you'd want to be near Devlin."
Xavier/Hamilton: He accepted his cup from Hamilton with another sigh. Theo had told Charles there was no reason they couldn't host the family at the manor, so if Xavier refused to now, then he would be the reason. Not only that, he'd provide Mason and Charles with more ammunition to consider him difficult and petty.
So it was either have his brother under the same roof for the first time in a century or once again be cast as the villain of the story who was so inflexible he would deny his son the opportunity to make memories with his cousins.
"Hamilton?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Have two rooms prepared in the east wing. It appears we're to have guests."
Theo: The surge of excitement that Theo felt with Xavier agreeing to let them stay was immediately quelled as Xavier pinched his nose. Guilt quickly followed, and Theo reached up to take that hand in his own and give it a gentle squeeze. It wasn't his intention to force Xavier into agreeing, and he wanted to make that clear.
"Xavier, I did inform Charles I would have to talk to you about it first. Charles will understand if you are not comfortable with it, and I can easily play it off. I can easily suggest a hotel without a problem, and the kids can still have some fun. You don't have to force yourself if you're not ready. I can easily come up with a reason on my end- something I forgot about, so you don't have to feel like you're the only one saying no." His thumb trailed over the back of Xavier's hand, and his expression was apologetic. He didn't mean to put Xavier in a position where he felt he had to agree.
Xavier/Hamilton: Xavier let Theo take his hand, and though he tried for a smile, it fell far short of the mark. He appreciated Theo trying to finesse everything but the truth was, Xavier was the only one saying no. And in that situation, the best and simplest thing for all involved was to give in.
"It's fine, darling, don't trouble yourself. When are they planning their visit and for how long? Hamilton, how much time do you need to prepare?"
"Depending on your lordship's specifications, no more than a week."
Theo: Theo's shoulders sank, and he gave the back of Xavier's hand a soft kiss.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to basically force you into it..." he apologized, and let their hands return to his lap.
"He said they were planning a visit for a week, and-" he opened his phone to find the dates Charles said he would text Theo. "I think we have some time to prepare, it didn't seem like the trip was going to happen next week." He showed Xavier the text on his phone.
Xavier/Hamilton: He tried to smile again--marginally more successfully--and kissed Theo's cheek. "Really, darling, it's fine. No need to concern yourself at all." He would just...muddle through. What was done, was done.
Xavier noted the dates and gave them to Hamilton, who offered Theo his tea.
"Very good, my lord. I'll have the rooms aired out at once."
"Excellent, thank you. Are those beds still in the attic?"
"Yes, my lord."
"What size are they? Twin?"
"I believe they're both full."
"Even better. Have them brought down for the children. They should both fit quite nicely in the room."
Theo: "I promise to find a way to reward you for being so generous," Theo smiled softly and made sure to kiss Xavier's cheek before accepting his tea. "Thank you, Hamilton." Part of it might have also been his way of apologizing, once this was all over.
"Devlin will be ecstatic! Do you want to be the one to tell him his cousins will be visiting?" Theo asked as he started to sip at his tea.
Xavier: Xavier gave Theo a squeeze. "You don't have to do that, it's fine. Devlin will enjoy himself. That's reward enough for me." It would need to be and it would be. He'd make sure it was.
"Why don't you tell him, darling? I have a lot of planning to do."
Theo: "I know I don't have to. I want to, because I love and appreciate you. I'd do something nice for you regardless," Theo smiled, and this time he used Xavier's cheek to guide him in for another kiss on the lips.
"Alright, do you still have a few minutes to finish tea with me?" Theo asked when he pulled away and wiggled for playful emphasis on Xavier's lap.
Xavier: "I love and appreciate you, too," he said, nuzzling Theo's cheek. An effort would have to be made to relax and appear less tense. He didn't want to rain on the parade, so to speak. Not openly at least. "And yes, of course I do."
Theo: Theo set his tea on his lap so he could card his fingers through Xavier's hair as he was nuzzled, and as he pulled away there was another kiss to Xavier's nose.
"Thank you," he hummed, and finished his tea while resting his head occasionally on his demon's shoulder.
Once he was done, Theo rose from the chair and placed a hand on each arm rest so he could lean in for a kiss to the lips. Then he rested his forehead gently against Xavier's.
"I'll see you when work is done?" He asked with a soft smile.
Xavier: Xavier smiled and rested his head against Theo's. "You never have to thank me for spending time with you, or even ask me to. Just come in and sit down."
He let himself be soothed by Theo's presence as they finished their tea, grasping at whatever mental calm he could while he could. The moment Theo left his study, all the chaos would come rushing back.
He nodded as Theo pulled away. "Yes, of course. I'll try not to go too long."
Theo: "Noted," Theo hummed, and his hand tilted Xavier's jaw so Theo could steal another kiss. "Love you."
Then he set his empty teacup to the side, knowing someone would take care of his when Xavier's work returned, and he quietly left the room.
Once outside, he dialed Charles phone number and headed back to his office.
Charles: Charles picked up on the third ring, the faint murmur of a crowd could be heard in the background. "This one is nice. Don't you think, sweetheart? Rory, that case was gray, originally. Change it back. Theo! I do apologize. I'm out with the children. It's a bloody madhouse, here. How did it go?"
Theo: Theo chuckled to himself as he listened to the ruckus on the other end of the phone.
"Don't apologize, it's totally fine!" Theo grinned, and a little surge of his earlier excitement returned. "It wasn't without its bumps, but you and your family are invited to stay under our roof. Just give me the dates, and Hamilton will prepare some rooms for you all. I'm trying to find Devlin now to tell him!"
Charles: "Wonderful! Now, I just have to break the news to my husband," he laughed. "That's the one you like? Well, tell the young woman, and she'll unlock the case for you." His words were muffled, as though from a distance. "Sorry, again! Cee's taken a sincere interest in photography, so I'm letting her choose a camera. I'll text you those solidified dates once I've spoken with Mason."
Theo: "You'll have to let me know how it goes!" Theo laughed, "we certainly picked challenging brothers to fall in love with." Theo was about to continue when the ideas he'd been spinning in the short time since Charles had contacted him popped to the forefront of his mind.
"Oh! I wanted to mention- if you all want the company, I'm sure Devlin would love to see the Redwoods as well! I also don't want to butt-in, so if that part of the trip is just for you all- there's a couple other nature reserves, that I've been meaning to take Devlin to that I think you and the kids would love." Ah- there was his son! Theo opened his eyes again and started in that direction. "And I thought it might be cute to set up something for them- like a sleepover, with a blanket fort and some snacks-" Theo suddenly stopped what he was saying and an embarrassed blush crept over his cheeks.
"I apologize, I know you're busy at the moment, and this is a vacation for you all- I tend to rant when I get excited- anyway!" Theo rubbed the back of his neck. "How about you let me know the dates- and we can talk more later, when you're not busy?"
Charles: "I certainly will." His answering smile was audible. "Indeed. But well worth the challenge, I think." He pinned the phone between cheek and shoulder as he fished out his wallet to pay for the camera.
"We'd love to have him. We've chosen this location because Cee is desperate to see it, along with several other remarkable locations on our planet. This was the closest to home. You know, one we could squeeze in before classes begin and we're swept up in all of the chaos. But if we have time to add stops to the journey, I'm sure the kids will enjoy it!"
Charles waved the hand holding his debit card, though Theo wouldn't be able to see it. "You've no reason to apologize, mate. I'm thrilled that you're excited. The kids'll be over the bloody moon to have a proper sleepover. Mason builds an excellent pillow fort."
He murmured a 'thank you' to the cashier and the sound of a paper bag rustling could be heard in the background as he handed it off to his daughter. "Sounds good. I'll call you after I've spoken with Mason? Perhaps tomorrow morning. I'm not positive when he'll return and I'd hate to call you too late."
Theo: Relief washed over Theo as Charles responded, he was happy he hadn't gotten too ahead of himself for the other's taste.
"Sounds perfect, you can always text ahead of time as well. I tend to be a night owl, but you're welcome to call tomorrow. At the moment I have no work planned, my jobs sort of pop up at random, so I should be free at any time. I look forward to hearing from you!"
Charles: "I may do that. I'll talk to you later, Theo. Take care!" He ended the call with a smile on his face and budding excitement in his chest. He ushered the children along, Cee beaming over her new gift. Now, to wait for Mason to return home.
Mason: Hours, rather than an entire day and some change. Fresh clothes and woody soap. The stench of menthol cigarettes trapped in the fabric.
Silently, humanly, Mason entered through the front door. An effort of domesticity for the children. The first child in his path was scooped into his arms.
Cynthia: Cynthia, naturally. The usual seriousness beyond her years exchanged, for once, for a proper, child-like grin. She was eager to show off her own collection of photographs, mostly from the back yard and the park they'd stopped by on the way home. She hadn't put the camera down once since they'd left the store.
Mason: "Yeah?" She would be carried to the kitchen. A bottle of water to split from the back of the fridge. Something more for his hands, burning with purpose. His contract had been outwardly violent. Rock salt, spitting, you'll never take me kind of night. Petulant, perverse to his privilege, found wanting to the very end of his miserable life. Worthy of Hell, but not worthy of thought now that he was home.
Cynthia was placed on the kitchen counter. "Which is your favorite?"
Cynthia: She beamed and nodded. A favorite? That would be tough. From her perch on the countertop, Cynthia began scrolling through the photos on the little display screen. Once satisfied, she offered her father the camera without removing its strap from around her neck. He'd find a picture not unlike those from her book: a copse of trees in waning sunlight. There were others, of course. A few of Dad and Rory. Of the other kids playing at the park. One disappointingly blurry shot of a chipmunk that she'd accidentally frightened away. She was still smiling when she looked up at her father.
'Do you like it? Can I print them?'
Mason: "Which ones?" Said and signed for the sake of practice. Sign language, with the major exception of fingerspelling, was becoming fluid. Fingerspelling could go to Hell.
"We'll get frames tomorrow. Where do you want them?"
Cynthia: Her large, brown eyes got even wider. 'I can hang them up!?' The excitement was apparent in her expression, in the speed of her hands.
Mason: "Yes! Pick ... three." Almost showed six. He'd never get used to that. "Where's Dad?"
Cynthia: Only three? She'd have to think about it. She beamed and wrapped her arms around her father's neck before settling back and scrolling through her pictures, again.
'Upstairs, I think,' she signed, distractedly. 'Working.' As usual.
Mason: "Of course he is. Down ya get." Brought to her feet and hair fixed from her shoulder.
"Find me when ya have em picked."
Now, upstairs to sabotage Charles' busywork.
Charles/Rory: He'd find his son hard at work in the hall, halfway down a long roll of paper he was drawing on. The present scene featured Papa fighting a shark. He was winning, of course.
The door to the bedroom was open, the better to keep an eye on the boy while Charles sorted through a massive stack of receipts. His laptop was open, the browser displaying at least a dozen separate windows.
Mason: Interesting bit of art. Rory was given a passing pat. Not surprised in the least to find his husband elbows deep in something to do. Not at all relaxing.
Without word, Mason made his way around, pulling Charles' back to his chest.
Finally, "The fuck are ya doin', darlin'?"
Charles: Always pleasant to use his husband as a pillow. Or blanket. Or recliner. He huffed a small laugh, at his blunt question.
"I told you I had to get the school's finances in order. I'm setting up a meeting with the accountant, but some things need to be organized, first. And," he tipped his head toward the laptop screen, "I'm making plans for our trip to California. I spoke with Theo."
He paused, shuffling through the stack of paper without any real purpose. Aside from putting off the inevitable, of course. "He says that he and Xavier would be happy to host us. And join us when we take the kids to see the redwoods."
Mason: Silence from behind. Slowly blanking on what to say or do. Mind drifting back to their wedding, to a photo shared between brothers. Couldn't be as shit as all that.
Moving right along. Hands combed through Charles' hair.
"Need help with anything?"
Charles: He craned his neck to get a look at Mason's expression, ignoring his question in favor of asking one of his own.
"Is that all right? If not, I can call him back and say we'll be staying in a hotel and will stop by for a shorter visit so the kids can see each other. I'll tell him it was my idea. There's a hotel I desperately want to stay at, or something."
Mason: Worth pointing out, "I didn't say a word." He began massaging at his scalp, down the back of his neck. Had there been no family, he couldn't see this reunion take any shape. This was purely for the sake of others. So he told himself.
"S'fine. Y'all settle on a date?"
Charles: "As though you need to say anything. I know you, and that has little to do with telepathy."
He let out a low hum, practically purring beneath Mason's warm touch.
"Mm. That feels nice. I was waiting for you to come home before I solidified anything. School's starting soon, so sometime in the next couple of weeks would be ideal. Mason, if you have a change of heart, just say the word and I'll find other arrangements." He'd leave it at that.
"How soon would you like to go?"
Mason: "Sooner rather than later. Ya need space between this n'school. Less this," a tap to the laptop, "n'more this," a firm, long squeeze to his neck. "N'I need more of your tongue doin' other things."
Charles: His gaze flitted briefly to the open door, where their son was still happily occupied.
"Can't say I wouldn't enjoy more of that. More time with you." Frankly, there was never enough. "Let's say a week, then? It'll give both us and them time to prepare, but still leave a bit of time before classes restart"
Mason: "Perfect. Call em back tomorrow, then." Their son was in their own little world, and just out of sight without craning his head for a proper look. Nothing beyond his whispered tease in Charles' ear, and a quick nibble just below his hairline.
Charles: "Tomorrow," he echoed, stifling a chuckle. "And I suppose I can leave the rest of this until then, as well. I think it's past time for the kids to be asleep, no?"
Mason: "Hmm." He checked Charles' watch for the both of them. "About time for baths and pajamas. What I miss, 'sides Cynthia's photography?"
Charles: "Art supplies for Rory," he began, listing, while he tipped his head back against Mason's shoulder. "A trip to the park. Lunch. Dinner. There's pizza downstairs, by the way, if you're hungry. And then they more or less occupied themselves from there. Cee seems so pleased with her Camera, doesn't she? I think it'll be good for her."
Mason: "Told her t'pick three of her favorites n'we'll get frames tomorrow. Lit up like Christmas." There was a long pause from Mason, but only verbally. Were water parks still popular, or was that the 90s? Decades sometimes melded together. Thoughts of course shared.
"What ya think? I don't doubt Rory'd love it, but Cynthia's still..." Skittish. A word which brought him back to the day he first laid eyes on her.
Charles: He smiled, at that, as warm as the arms that held him. His head rolled to one side to press a kiss to the nearest bit of skin he could reach. "Good."
With a thoughtful hum, Charles shut his eyes. The stack of receipts he was holding was set aside. "People still enjoy water parks, love. When are you trying to go? During this holiday?"
Mason: "Before autumn hits. S'just an idea." Charles' chin was directed just enough for a proper kiss, brief though it was.
"Alright, I'll be back." Time to wrangle up the children.
Charles: "Hm. Couldn't hurt to ask the kids how they feel about it." The kiss was over far too soon. Charles nodded and began tidying the mess he'd made of their bed.
"Tell them I'll be in to say goodnight, later."
Would it be presumptuous to run a bath in the master, in the meantime? Perhaps. He'd do so, regardless.
Mason: A bath would do them both good, despite having already cleansed every drop of blood in New Orleans. It was about the company.
The children were herded first to the bathrooms and then to their beds. He would wait with Rory for Charles, and they would say their goodnights together with Cynthia. No doubt with her top three photos to show. Tomorrow for printing and framing. Maybe a homecooked meal in the backyard. Been much too long since he attempted cooking on an open flame.
"Now you're mine," he whispered behind the soft click of the latch bolt.
Charles: Charles' mood a week later was an entirely different sort of eager, thin tendrils of apprehension creeping their way in before he brushed them aside, decidedly. This would be a good trip, he assured himself. For everyone involved. The children most especially.
He caught his son's arms as the boy attempted to sneak another sheaf of paper into his bag. They'd packed lightly, as they always did. Anything desperately needed could be fetched or purchased when the situation arose. For now, they had enough clothing and toiletries for their stay.
"Rory, you have more than enough paper. Put that back. If you run out, which I highly doubt you will, I'll buy more while we're there. Is everyone ready?"
Mason/Cynthia: Mason kneeled at his son's feet, double knotting his loose shoelace. A permanent solution, dammit, one he would deal with later when it was time to come off.
"Papa's travel slip your mind?"
Cynthia exchanged a quick glance. No, they didn't forget, especially their daughter, and she didn't forget the times their father came home exhausted.
So, they were really doing this. Some surreal family trip... with his baby brother. What the fuck was he thinking?
"Breath in."
And out. He knew better than to try beyond the gates. He had his suspicions; having his children were no exception. They would arrive outside of the gate.
Ramsay: Waiting outside the gate to Atlas Manor was a black Rolls Royce and leaning against it with a cigarette between his lips, a thin middle-aged man.
He wore a well-tailored black suit, wine colored tie, and chauffer's cap. Upon Mason and his family's appearance, he straightened and offered a winning smile.
"Professor and Mr. Atlas, I presume?" he asked in a cockney accent.
Charles: He'd curled one hand into a fist inside of his pocket, the better to ignore his somersaulting stomach. He managed a smile at the man. Hopefully, he would not notice the thin sheen of sweat that covered Charles' face. He inhaled as deeply as he could without being too obvious.
"That would be us, yes," he nodded, giving his children a brief once-over to ensure that they were alright.
Mason: Mason smiled briefly, checking on the children in similar fashion. His nosebleed was hidden behind a dark handkerchief. He would much rather his babies not stink of sulfur.
"You're exactly the kinda man Xavier'd hire."
Ramsay: Bearing in mind the dire warnings from Hamilton, he simply nodded.
"The name's Ramsay." He took off his hat and nodded in greeting. "I'll be your driver for the duration of your stay."
He opened the passenger and rear doors to the car. "I'll get your bags."
Charles: "Thank you." Spoken softly as he returned the nod. "Set down your bags, darlings," he murmured just as quietly. His own would follow shortly after and he'd usher the kids into the back seat before sliding in after them.
Mason: This was formal, and as far away from intimate as family could get short of making appointments to see the children. No Xavier to greet his niece and nephew at the gate. Just reinforcement that he was different. That the little boy from Yorkshire was long dead and buried.
This was for the children, and didn't have to go beyond the children.
The last bag was carried to the trunk in some manner of solidarity. Ramsay given a wink before settling in.
Ramsay: Ramsay answered Mason's wink with a quick and easy grin. It was clear that he wasn't taking the ceremony of all this too seriously. He was just here to help a friend and earn his keep.
He slid into the driver's seat and seemed to produce a piece of candy from thin air. It was ginger gum, which he offered to Charles. "Teleportation never gets easier, Professor."
Charles: How delightful! Charles smiled sunnily at the man and leaned forward to accept the piece of gum, tearing it neatly in half to offer part to Cee.
"Don't I know it. Thank you very much. And, please, call me Charles. I insist."
Mason: "He was paid a hundred grand t'keep appearances. You're Professor until we leave."
Mason leaned forward, arm on the back of the next chair.
"He's Lord Blackbeard - Blackthorne - Blackblack, isn't he?" A question as though amongst themselves.
Ramsay: "You're welcome, Professor Charles." Best to split the difference and just drive. Hell, maybe the girls had been right and this was D Day.
Clarifying didn't count as an inappropriate comment, right? "Blackthorne, yes."
Charles: He resisted the urge to mutter under his breath, popping the gum into his mouth and chewing slowly.
"Standing on ceremony, then," he nodded. "Cozy."
Mason: "So cozy, darlin'." Charles was given a bright grin, as though absolutely free of stress. This was going to be one hell of week.
Ramsay/Devlin: Responding to that would definitely make Hamilton have an upset. Never mind that he wasn't here and that Ramsay spent large amounts of his time ruffling the butler's feathers and that he wouldn't know if Ramsay had behaved in the car or not. He'd promised to behave and he had to honor that.
The road from the gate to the actual driveway was just over a mile and a half long, surrounded on both sides by lush forest and the occasional lamp post. It would almost appear as if that was all there was, until a long curve brought the sprawling red brick manor into view.
And standing in front of the door were Xavier and his family, along with Hamilton, Lydia, and Rohan. There had been talk about having the entire staff greet Mason's family, but Rohan had nipped that notion in the bud.
Ramsay had barely circled the drive when Devlin made a beeline toward the car, practically bouncing up and down with excitement and shouting, "They're here they're here they're heeeere!"
Charles: Charles watched the scenery with mild appreciation. He certainly could not fault the man for sprawling grounds, not when he had acres to his own name. They were as fine as he remembered. He rested a gentle hand on his son's shoulder as he spotted his cousin. "Wait for the car to stop, love."
But he would not prevent the boy from climbing over his lap the moment the vehicle was in park, greeting Devlin with equal enthusiasm. Charles' smile was soft and genuine as he gestured for a more reserved Cynthia to do the same. "Go on."
That was exactly right. Whatever tension the week promised for the adults, they were the reason everyone was here. It warmed him.
He looked to his husband with a crooked smile. "Shall we?"
Theo: "Dev, wait till the car stops," Theo gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before releasing him to run towards the car. In his other hand he held Xavier's, fingers laced gently together, and he gave Xavier's hand a squeeze as Devlin ran ahead.
"It'll be good for the kids," Theo leaned his head on Xavier's shoulder for a moment, and another squeeze. "I hope it will be a good week for all of us."
He knew the week leading up to this had been hard on Xavier, despite his smiles and appearances, and he could only hope that his belief that this week could be a positive one for all would find some truth.
He grinned and waved when he spotted Charles through the window. Even if this week went horribly wrong, Theo at least had something to look forward to. Theo didn't really have any friends, and those he did were all hunters- so not... 'friends'. He kept this to himself, but hoped he might find one in Charles, or at the least get to know him a little more.
Mason/MJ: He'd expected everyone on Xavier's payroll to be standing there in neat little rows, so color him surprised to find a more... intimate setting. A word used loosely in his thoughts, but still, his smile wasn't as forced as it perhaps should have been. Cynthia was assisted over her father's lap.
He recognized most of those faces. The two not as familiar were given single seconds of study.
"Out ya get, Charles." Fingers danced over the telepath's lower back as he followed, rather than going around.
To hug his brother in front of staff, or to bother with the bags in the trunk?
The trunk, for now. He would be handling his own bag, ta very much.
A stirring from one of the bedrooms. A glance at MJ's watch before burrowing deeper under the dark comforter.
Xavier: As the week progressed Xavier's smiles had only gotten tighter and tighter. Now as he stood watching his brother approach, he barely managed to curve his lips beyond what would be considered polite. At least until Devlin's excited outburst. That helped a bit.
"I'm sure it will," he said to Theo.
Mason would be left to handle his own bag while Rohan moved to help Ramsay with the rest. Hamilton would see to the car doors and Lydia would take care of the front door. A well-oiled machine.
Xavier bolstered himself and approached his family. "Good afternoon, Charles. Mason. Welcome to our home."
Charles: He nodded, swiftly pecking the corner of his husband's mouth, before exiting. Charles wouldn't say anything, wouldn't so much as cast a disapproving glance as Mason handled his own bag. Whatever made this week go more smoothly for him.
Theo's grin was returned in earnest, eyes crinkling warmly as he approached. He did not allow any of that warmth to ebb away as he looked to his other host.
"Thank you for having us! Your home is just as lovely as I remember. It's wonderful to see you both, again."
Theo: A small kiss was placed on the back of Xavier's hand, and Theo followed Xavier in their approach.
"Likewise! We're excited to have you join us! Devlin has talked about nothing else all week," Theo beamed and he released Xavier's hand so he could offer Charles a hug in greeting. "My mother is a hugger - got me used to it, so no pressure if you're not." Theo offered, just in case Charles needed and out.
Mason: "More ceremony than before, is it?" How many times now? Three? That damn bird the first time. Xavier's company at his wedding had been ... pleasant. He couldn't deny and he wouldn't. But this house tightened his muscles to the point of actual ache. Not by guilt, but by the masquerade of it all. Denying his identity like some Gatsby hardback. Like catching the little boy Xavier had been standing over the dead animals he had killed. Lying to his face. Cleaning the blood off those blades again and again before being hung. Just memories and the wall he promised not to build in Charles' presence was slowly assembling.
So, he would remain silent, and follow his husband's lead, waiting for affection he was reluctant to participate in.
Xavier: "A family visit requires a little ceremony, I think. Particularly since this is the children's first time seeing the house." Meaning there was a proper way to do things and he was going to adhere to it no matter what anyone thought.
He directed Ramsay to take the bags to the east wing and motioned for everyone to come in. "Pleasant journey?"
Charles: He was only too happy to return Theo's embrace, clapping the man heartily on the back.
"We're family." And how he loved the sound of that. "I think hugs are appropriate."
But he wouldn't pressure anyone else to do the same. His smile faltered, slightly, as Mason began to lay bricks across their mental link. He reached out to take his husband's free hand as he turned to Xavier, giving it a squeeze. None of that.
"No, actually," he laughed, the sound just a bit weak. "Though, I'd hardly call it a journey, considering it took a fraction of a second. The drive from the gate was nice."
Theo: Theo laughed and clapped Charles lightly on the back in return. Family- Theo could barely believe he had one, let alone one that had expanded, and he quite liked the sound of it too.
When they separated, Theo gave Mason an amused smile.
"I won't make you give me a hug if you don't want one, Mason," he promised with a chuckle, and then moved to stand at Xavier's side when he motioned everyone into the house.
"Dev, don't forget to say hi to your uncles," Theo called over to the children, who all seemed oblivious to the tense greetings between the adults around them.
Mason: "Aye. They'll certainly remember t'sit up straight."
Charles' hand was grasped; hardly any strength in the returning squeeze. He was sinking into that uncomfortable dry pit of pessimism. Tripping ungracefully into the 1930s. He could nearly see the freckles from his old hands. Xavier's sharper cheekbones and roman nose. Could make out the scent of cobblestone and filthy docks.
Devlin, despite circumstance and atmosphere, was given a sincere smile.
Xavier/Devlin: Devlin came rushing back, all enthusiasm and delight as he squeezed each of his uncles in turn. "Hi Uncle Charles! Hi Uncle Mason! Do you wanna see my snail? Daddy found him in the garden!"
Xavier's smile was veering back towards sincere as well. This beautiful little boy was his reason for doing this. He had to remember that.
"Would you like a ginger ale, Charles? Or perhaps some tea to help settle your stomach?"
Charles: Charles returned the boy's embrace, all smiles despite growing concern for his husband.
"Hello! Oh, I'd love to see your snail. Does he have a name?"
He looked up at Xavier's offer and gave a smile to him as well. "Tea would be lovely, thanks."
Theo: "How about you, Mason?" Theo chimed in after letting Devlin show off his snail.
"Are you thirsty? We have tea, ginger ale, water, milk, a few varieties of juice-" he paused and smiled at Mason with a teasing glint in his eyes, "-or we always have something a little stronger if you'd like?" If Mason was even half as wound-up as Xavier had been over the past week, Theo could understand needing a few drinks.
Mason: "I'll have my gin in a formal glass in a formal chair at formal supper."
A hug? For such a small thing he hardly saw. For a boy that wouldn't exist had his father not dangled from a noose. He could taste iron in his mouth and down his throat as he lifted the boy from under his arms.
"Let me see you. Mm. Yes." Inspection, turned from side to side. "This is the same boy from before." A small bounce. "You've gotten bigger, aye. A little more hair. That chin's sharp as a dagger. Good bones in this one. We won't turn ya into stew." Treated no differently than his daughters, his grandsons. Devlin was tucked under his arm to dangle.
"Show us your snail, n'whatever else ya got hidin' under floorboards."
Xavier/Devlin: Herculean effort was expended in keeping from rolling his eyes.
For the kids, Xavier reminded himself for the umpteenth time, turning to his staff. "Lydia, I think it's time for tea and cake."
"Yes, my lord." And off she went.
Meanwhile, Devlin was giggling up a storm as his uncle picked him up.
Although that eternally sweet face was a perfect blend of both his parents, those eyes were all Xavier. And just now, they were clear and bright and positively lit with humor.
"I found rocks and flowers for him and I feed him carrots!" And the yucky raw spinach from the salads at dinner.
He gasped. How did Uncle Mason know about his worms? Could he read minds like Daddy?
"It's a secret!" he whispered.
Charles: He wanted to scold. If this was going to work, everyone would have to put in effort. But Mason was as charming as he always was in dealing with children, and Charles let the matter lie. For the time being.
He looked to Theo as they entered the grand house. "I was thinking we'd get an early start tomorrow morning. That way the children can get the full experience." And they'd be well worn out by day's end. "What do you think?"
Theo: Theo shrugged at Mason's response, and he gave Xavier's hand a gentle squeeze.
"I think that's a great idea," Theo agreed with a nod. "That way we also aren't pressed for time, and the kids can explore as they please."
Mason: "It's only a secret if ya don't announce it." His Uncle Mason would be the first to instruct. He would make a liar out of his nephew yet. "Now, point me in the direction of your room." He knew where it was; that was beside the point. He looked back for his children, offered his hand.
Xavier: Xavier just squeezed Theo's hand in return and guided them all to the drawing room.
He would take his usual chair by the fireplace, letting Theo and Charles talk while the tea arrived.
"That way!" Devlin exclaimed, pointing. His bedroom was to the right of the stairs, the second door they came to on the right side of the hallway.
It was an extreme departure from the grandeur of the rest of the house with its bright colors, cheerful clutter, and various toys and decor that showcased Devlin's love for insects and animals. The terrarium where the snail lived had pride of place on one of his bedside tables.
Charles: Grateful that Mason had someone tiny and adorable to occupy his thoughts, Charles happily gave Theo and their plans his full attention, even urging the children along to spend time with their cousin.
"I must confess, I've never been, myself. Really a shame, because I do love to travel. Do you know the area well? If not, we might want to browse a mao before morning. Just to be safe. And perhaps we can find a nice spot to have lunch."
Theo: "I can't say I've been in those woods to sight-see," Theo chuckled, and he gave Xavier's forehead a kiss as he passed his chair and approached the nearest couch so he could take a seat at one end. He motioned for Charles to join him on the other side with a smile. "I've been there for work, and I wasn't anywhere near the standard visiting areas, so we can definitely take a look at a map, and maybe look up a few places online that might be nice to walk through?"
Mason: This was easier than having to force formality he couldn't bring himself to muster. Devlin was placed at his doorway along with his bag. He would supervise the children. Right away, their personalities blossomed. Rory wanting to see everything, gravitating towards his new friend's aura. Cynthia settled beside her father, asked why he wasn't with Daddy and if he was alright. Their conversation private in sign.
Xavier: Devlin was more than happy to show his cousin around his room, pointing out his favorite books and posters and toys as well as a few odds and ends that had been gifted to him.
Like the snow globe of the Swiss village where it actually snowed and the terrarium that was its own tiny ecosystem.
And then of course there was the snail and the secret worms under the loose floorboard in his closet. They were in a box with some soil and twigs and pieces of old fruit.
"It's a secret," he said again.
Charles: Charles took the offered seat gratefully, tossing Theo a crooked smile in thanks. "Ah, yes. For work." He knew what that meant, but would leave his curiosity for another time. "Sounds perfect." A nod of agreement. "I believe my laptop's been squirreled away somewhere, but I can pull up the park website on my mobile." In fact, he would do just that.
Theo: "I can also grab my laptop," Theo waved Charles' phone back into his pocket as he got back up from the couch. "It's in my office, want to come see? Xavier gifted it to me, I have an amazing selection of books in there too, if you'd like to take a peek?"
Mason: Mason knelt by the closet along with Cynthia, watching this very open secret unfold before Rory's eyes with amusement. Did Devlin want the worms to be green? pink? His father smiled and shook his head.
"Let him choose. Don't change things without permission."
Xavier: "The worms are pink already!" Devlin exclaimed, forgetting to whisper. "Can you change the color of the sticks? Oooh, what if the sticks were blue? Or purple! Uncle Mai, do you think the worms would like purple sticks? And blue apples?"
Charles: He stood, his smile growing more pronounced as he nodded. "It would be a genuine delight. Lead the way." At the very least, it seemed that he and Theo would be good friends. With a bit of luck, it could help them draw their partners from their respective, sullen corners.
Theo: Theo kissed the top of Xavier's head as he passed and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be back soon," he hummed and waved for Charles to join him as he headed for the hallway, and his office.
Mason: But Rory pointed out that they weren't pink enough. They could be magenta! And he'd never made a blue apple before! Mason just smiled, encouraged them to try, so long as Rory remembered to right the colors before dinnertime.
Xavier: "Take your time," said Xavier. "Just don't get distracted and forget the tea that's on its way." He would take this time to sink as far into his chair as he could and brood. He was already exhausted. How would he ever get through the week?
"I know where we can get an apple!" Devlin put his worm box away and led them out of his room and back down the stairs. They were headed for the kitchen.
Charles: How very sweet, he thought, watching the two of them. He followed agreeably in Theo's wake, genuinely curious about the man's office and eager to plan the following day's adventure.
Theo: Theo rolled his eyes good naturedly as Charles joined him. "Of course love, we'll be back!" And then he led Charles down the halls, to his office.
"I know both of our spouses are not super pleased with this visit, but I'm glad you're all here," Theo said after they'd passed a few doors. He smiled over at Charles and shoved his hands casually into his pockets. "Personally- I'm excited to get to know you and the kids more, but really I'm glad Devlin is going to get to grow up with an extended family. We didn't see mine, and I was an only child so it... was a bit lonely at times. I knew kids my age, but it wasn't quite the same."
Mason: Mason shadowed behind. Felt for wards and blessings, barriers and any signs of unpleasantness with hypersensitive ears and a mind like spindly static fingers. Xavier was more than his brother. He was demon, and his caution exuded itself without thinking. And then it found Xavier.
'We're headin' for the kitchen. Turnin' apples blue. Care t'join us?'
Xavier/Devlin: The largest and most palpable blessing would be felt in Devlin’s bedroom, especially surrounding his bed. Heavy wards would be felt at his door and windows.
The wards outside his room didn’t pack quite the same punch but they had presence. One that could especially be felt by a demon.
Xavier was determined to keep every single inch of his home safe, and his son most of all.
This late in the summer it was still too warm for a fire to be burning, but Xavier still stared morosely into the empty hearth as he contemplated holing himself up in the study for the week.
But alas.
‘Why not.’ And up he got to go to the kitchen, where dinner preparations were well under way.
“Chef Christine!” Devlin called as he led his uncle and cousins inside. “Can we have an apple?”
Christine straightened at the sight of Mason but she smiled warmly at the little boy. “Absolutely. Slices or wedges?”
“No slices! Rory’s gonna turn it blue!”
Charles: Charles mirrored the gesture. He glanced to Theo with a small, melancholy smile. "I understand what you mean. I was... lonely for a long time, growing up. My family was never particularly warm, and I spent much of my time isolated. At least until we adopted my sister. I'm thrilled that my children will have a large, loving family. Honestly, it means the world. Are your--" How to put this delicately? Tact, Charles. "Does Devlin have a relationship with his grandparents?"
Theo: It was nice to know they shared that in common, and it brought a smile to Theo's lips.
"Yes, Devlin officially met his grandma around Christmas. We'd been doing video calls to introduce them leading up to the visit, and we still do calls until Devlin goes to visit her on the occasional weekend. My dad... well- I don't know what happened to him exactly. I thought he died. I watched him get dragged off by something when I was a kid, it's why I became a hunter actually, but knowing what I am now- I'm not so sure."
Theo paused and grinned sheepishly over at Charles.
"Regardless, my mom might be interested in meeting you, Mason, and the kids, if you're amenable to it. I may have mentioned that Xavier had a brother with a family and kids - and her response was 'excellent, more grandbabies! When do I meet them?' I warned her that wasn't my place to offer, she just...has a big heart." Theo led Charles down another hallway with a small, directional nod.
"Do your kids have a relationship with their grandparents?"
Mason: The servants were acknowledged with little more than a nod of recognition. This was playtime with the children; social how-do-you-dos would wait.
"Your papa is comin'. He wants t'see." He felt then for Charles. Just a moment to himself, watching the children, that he felt comfortable enough to brush invisible fingers over the side of his husband's neck. All is well.
Xavier: Christine and the maid who was helping her inclined their heads toward Mason. While Christine selected apples, the maid got a plate for them.
For his part, Devlin was pulling out chairs for all of them at the kitchen table and moving the napkins and the shakers out of the way. "Chef Christine! We want all the colors of apples!"
"What do we say, Devy?" came Xavier's voice from the doorway.
"Oh yeah! Please, Chef Christine?"
"Much better." Xavier took the seat beside his son and smiled. "How was the tour?"
Charles: A curious career choice. Charles was sure he'd ask more about it, when they had the time for a good, long talk. "How wonderful! And we'd love to meet her! Honestly, I've always wanted a large family."
He smiled, soft and private, at that phantom touch. He returned it through a brush of telepathic lips against his husband's jaw, not breaking conversation with Theo.
"They do not. My parents passed some time ago." He sometimes wondered if he'd have subjected his children to them, even if they were alive. "They could use a bit of grandmotherly spoiling."
Theo: "I'm sorry about your parents," Theo glanced over at Charles, but figured dead parents were not a subject to dwell on so early in a friendship.
"My mom'll be thrilled," Theo pushed the conversation forward, and grinned as he pictured just how his mom would demand to meet them. As soon as possible. "I think she's always wanted something similar. Unfortunately, marrying my father caused some estrangement between my mother and her family, so it was just me and her after my dad was gone. I know she's been lonely since I took off, so she'll absolutely love having more grandchildren to spoil."
They finally reached his office, and Theo pushed open the ornate wooden door to reveal the beautifully furnished room. Lined wall-to-wall were bookshelves filled books of all kinds, including sections of old tomes and texts Theo had recovered from abandoned and remote places. A majority were originals or copies of books related to folklore, fantasy, and beasts of different cultures. There were sections from different eras, and of course there were sections of your average books, Theo's personal favorites when he wasn't buried in his work.
"Feel free to look around, my laptop might take a second to find," he waved Charles in before he crossed the room to a large wooden desk in the corner. There was not a single free space on the surface of the desk. Reference materials, notes, and sketches covered every available space, except for one corner of the desk with an open box containing what was obviously an early draft of a book. Theo was careful not to knock that over as he began lifting pages in search of his laptop.
"Oh! I should mention - be careful what you open. There's more than a few magical books in here. One actually turned Xavier and I into birds for a little bit," Theo's grin returned at the memory. "He was a raven, I was a barn owl. It was actually pretty fun."
Mason: "Blissfully brief." Considering he'd walked these hallways before. This was not a business trip, and there was no need to feign ignorance of relation. The formalities were stifling.
Rory all but bounced in his chair. There would be blue, purple, and a glittery gold jewel of a granny smith.
"One day they'll taste like blueberries," said Mason, his smile only partially to blame on his son. Having two separate and dedicated conversations.
Xavier/Devlin: Xavier actually smiled. He wouldn’t ask how many worms were in Devlin’s room; it would take all the fun out of his son’s ‘secret’.
That smile would become a full grin as Rory showed off his ability. Fascinating. And such joy his nephew had in the doing of it, just as it should be.
“My, my, look at that!” Xavier picked up the gold one and examined it closely. “Well done, Rory. This is by far the best apple I’ve ever seen. I have no doubt you’ll make one taste like berries one day.”
Xavier’s delight was only surpassed by Devlin’s. “Make it a swan, Daddy! And make the blue one into bunnies!”
Charles: 'We won't be long, love.' A promise made before the reveal of the magnificent study. One he'd try to keep.
"Thank you," he said to Theo, the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. It felt far too callous to say that his life had only improved since his mother's death. Baggage he wouldn't be leaving at this man's door. "The children will love that. They deserve a bit of spoiling.
His eyes grew wider for a moment when the door to the study opened. This was a room he could lose himself in for a few hours. Or days. Theo would not need to make the offer twice, Charles was quick to begin his exploration, trailing lightly freckled fingers over the spines of books as he passed. He could definitely understand this special brand of clutter. When Charles took the time to clear his mind, it usually wound up all over his desk.
"Birds?" he asked, incredulous, pulling a book with gold filigree crawling up its leather spine from the shelf. "Oh, you'll never get me to leave. Dearest apologies, mate. I live here now. How did you manage to... turn yourselves back?"
Theo: "Great, my mom will provide plenty of it," Theo grinned, and he paused in his search as he saw Charles remove a book from the shelves. "That one's safe at least," he chuckled, and then his grin widened at Charles' comments.
"I'll be honest, Xavier and Colleen have both had to drag me out of here an inappropriate amount of times. I tend to... get a little wrapped up in my work. Sometimes eating and sleeping are not really that important when I'm on a roll, but they've started to rope Devlin into getting my attention, and it's surprisingly effective."
Theo reached behind him to pull a green, leather-bound book from a shelf behind his desk. Then he walked over to Charles and offered him said book. Embossed on the cover were various depictions of different birds surrounded by runes and other unrecognizable symbols.
"We were actually turned on two separate occasions. I intentionally opened the book, not knowing what it was, while Xavier's later was an accident. The way to turn back just has to be performed by someone else, so Xavier and I were both able to turn the other back once we discovered what had happened."
He gave Charles a cheeky smile, "if you're ever interested, it's a fun little experience and easy to reverse. I'd be curious to see what you and Mason would be as birds."
Mason: Xavier was given a look. Big brother was having a tough time hiding that smile behind brown eyes.
"Yeah, Xavier, make it a swan. Make a blue bunny. Show of this talent o'yours."
'I felt that,' Mason whispered in Charles' ear. 'Enjoy yourself. I'll be here.' Despite his contention, he wasn't about to pull Charles away from his one true love. That library was going to be absorbed like a sponge.
Xavier: Xavier gave his brother a surprisingly good-natured squint and stood to get a knife from a drawer. "It is a very great talent, I'll have you know," he said as he returned to the table.
Working carefully, and making sure no little fingers or faces got too close to the knife, he got to work carving. The bunnies were simple; a few quick cuts and the blue apple was transformed into an array of bunnies on the plate. The swans took a bit more finessing and time, with Xavier explaining the why of each cut as he made it.
"There we are," he said when he'd finished. "A golden swan."
Charles: Charles flashed Theo another grin. That certainly sounded familiar. Mason had hauled him bodily off to bed on more occasions than he could count. "I can relate," he said simply.
He took the offered book, fingers tracing the symbols curiously as he studied the covered. He'd set this one aside, rather than open it. Better to avoid being transfigured during the first family trip. He said as much to Theo, laughing as he pulled another book from one of the shelves at random. "Perhaps another time. Not sure how the husband would react to being turned into a bird. The children would certainly be entertained."
Theo: Theo returned the grin with one of his own, and nodded towards the other shelves. "Feel free to browse then, we can always save that kinda fun for a rainy day."
It didn't take long for Theo to finish retrieving his laptop from under the papers covering his desk.
"Find anything that interests you?" Theo asked as he returned to Charles' side.
Mason: Mason remained still by Rory's side, the child with the most promise to reach for something he shouldn't. The little show was enjoyed, and he wondered when it was exactly Xavier had learned this trick. Most likely for Devlin, but he wouldn't throw all assumption in one basket.
"Lemme guess, your cook makes lil hot dog octopus, too?"
Xavier/Devlin: A chuckle! It seemed that around the children, he didn't feel the need to keep his guard up quite as much. He was more relaxed, more at ease. Smiles and humor came easier.
"Of course. Ever since I took him to Japan, anything that can be shaped or have a face, is shaped and has a face. Pancakes, fruit, vegetables, sausages, sandwiches. We've gotten quite good at it, haven't we, Devy?"
"Yeah! Can we have teddy bear pancakes?"
"For breakfast tomorrow."
Charles: Charles, who at that point bore a stack of books he could just barely see over, turned away from the shelves with a wry smile. "Ahem. Just a few things." More information than he could get from merely interrogating his friends. "Found your computer?"
Theo: Theo laughed at that, and he offered his free arm, the one not handling his laptop, to help carry a few of Charles' selections.
"Well you're welcome to borrow them as long as you bring them back!" he teased, and he lifted the laptop with an affirming nod.
"Wanna sit down and take a look?" he gestured over to a nearby coffee table and some plush armchairs. "Both at the books, and those sight-seeing ideas?" He flashed Charles a knowing grin. "Mason and Xavier can entertain the kids for a bit while we do some planning?" Planning being a loose term when there was a pile of books between them.
Mason: "Ya lost me at sandwiches." Mason imagined eggs for eyes and black olives for teeth. Some kind of croque madame abomination. And of all thoughts in the universe of Mason to share, this was an image he could not keep to himself. Xavier was gifted this sin with a smirk.
Xavier: "How so? There is a world beyond triangles. You make a sandwich and use a cutter to shape it. " Although apparently that wasn't what came to his brother's mind. Instead he got the tortured image of egg eyes and olive teeth.
Xavier made a face and gave his brother a mild scowl. "That is the most appalling mental image I've ever had, thank you for that. What kind of sandwiches have you been eating?"
Charles: "Of course!" He crossed with his haul, taking a seat wherever was available. "They've got the children occupied. Fruit carving, I believe." At least that was the vague impression he got through their mental link. He dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. "Pull up a map of the park? I believe the site mentioned something about a lake and waterfall. Might be a good place to have lunch."
Theo: "Sounds very entertaining," Theo grinned, and he wished he could see it.
Theo placed the laptop on the coffee table, but instead of taking a seat on one of the nearby chairs, he sits cross-legged on the floor.
"Oh! I know the site you're talking about, here- let me pull it up," Theo had done his fair share of exploring the nearby national parks, there were plenty of mysterious missing campers riddled with the signs of supernatural creatures, so he wasn't unfamiliar with it's trails and some of it's special locations.
"I've never been to that place specifically, but I think that'd be a great idea!" He opened a map of the park, and began making a few suggestions for the parts of the park he had visited.
Mason: "I haven't had cucumber sandwich triangles since the 40s. I can tell ya I make a crackin' grilled cheese. Actually," he looked to his son, ruffled at his short hair, "Rory can tell ya." It was breakfast food or bust. He could read from a box with the best of them. Not a skill expected of an Atlas husband, not in living years.
"N'how often ya cookin' for this lil one?"
Xavier: “Both cucumber sandwiches and grilled cheeses are a staple in this house.” And all manner of dainty food really. Teatime in the Atlas household was done properly and done well.
“More often than you might think,” he said, sacrificing an apple bunny and taking a bite of it.
“Daddy makes pancakes!” Devlin chimed in, mirroring his father. “And fish n’ chips and table-ooey!”
Charles: Charles pulled out his mobile, making swift notes of everything Theo mentioned, mentally sorting each location into a rough itinerary for the following morning.
"We'll definitely need to get an early start." Charles was the furthest thing from a morning person, but he would endure, for family. "And we'll need to bring both breakfast and lunch, I think. I wonder if the Atlas brothers will want to hike, or pop from place-to-place." The professor knew which option he preferred, and was even certain that his husband would humour him regardless, but it wouldn't hurt to weigh all opinions.
Theo: "Well, I'm an advocate for hiking, it'll be more fun for the children I think, getting to explore on the way to our destination," he paused in his search on his computer. "And I can have Colleen or one of the girls prepare breakfast for us and we can eat once we're up, or I can have her prepare it, and a lunch to take along, that shouldn't be a problem."
Mason: 'Of course we'll trek the forest like common fae - or bohemians,' Mason gave to his husband telepathically, smiling to himself.
"Is that right? Fish n'chips? In this house?" Xavier was given his own private smile. "I'll believe it when I see it. One of these meals ain't gonna be fancy. Hear me? Gimmie one down home option."
Xavier: Xavier snorted. "When have I ever gone more than a day or two without eating pastry?" He polished off another bunny. "By all means, just tell me what you'd like. Steak and kidney pie? Fish and chips? Yorkshire pudding?"
Devlin leaned closer to whisper to his uncle. "It's not really pudding," he informed him.
Charles: 'I've never been described as bohemian in my life,' he returned, muffling a chuckle where he sat with Theo. 'Shouldn't you be minding our children?'
"Mm. I think you're right. And we can always get them home quickly, if they wear themselves out." When, was more like it. There would be no fussing over bedtime tomorrow evening. He nodded to himself, scrolling through the list he'd made before handing his mobile to Theo. "Look that over to be sure I haven't missed anything? I think we've got a decent plan."
Theo: Theo nodded and took Charles phone when offered and looked over their plan. "Seems good to me, and I'm sure both of our significant others will be happy to play along." He gave Charles a cheeky grin. "Did you want to spend a little more time here, or should we go fill them in on the itinerary?"
Mason: "Well, we said fish n'chips already, so let's go with that." Finger food would always win out with children. Seemed a no-brainer.
'I'm mindin' all the children, ta very much.'
Mason leaned down to his nephew. "What d'ya think a biscuit is?"
Xavier/Devlin: While Xavier stood to relay the request to Christine, Devlin pointed at a tin on the counter. "Cookies! They go in there," he told his uncle. "Daddy says only 'mericans call them cookies but I'm allowed 'cause I'm 'merican. Papa too." He nodded importantly.
Devlin would continue to play the chatterbox until dinner, only taking a breath when he wanted to show something to his uncle and cousins or take them somewhere inside the house.
By the time they all sat at the table for dinner, Mason, Rory, and Cynthia had been given a grand tour.
Xavier hadn't been able to get the smile off his face all afternoon. It was wonderful to see his son so happy. It made all of this worth it.
Charles: 'Oh, well I do beg your pardon, dearest.' He let his amusement curl across their connection, smiling privately as Theo looked over their rough itinerary.
Charles would cast his vote for further exploration of the book collection. The brothers and cousins appeared to be getting along swimmingly on their own. They had been the purpose of this visit, after all. When they were finally pulled away for dinner, Charles' heart was brimming on behalf of his little family. They were headed in the right direction.
Theo: Happy to oblige, Theo also voted for spending more time in his own personal library. In truth, Charles was the only person outside of his mother and the other mansion residents to see his study, and he was pleased to be able to show it off to someone else. Xavier had excellent taste, and knew Theo very well.
By the time dinner rolled around Theo was pleased to see Devlin getting along so well with his cousins, and relieved that there was a genuine smile on Xavier's lips. Theo moved to Xavier's side and laced a few of their fingers together. "Having a good time?" Theo he asked, leaning in so only his demon could hear.
Mason: "That ya are, baby boy." His little American nephew. The realization stirred mixed feelings in his gut. His nephew needed more experiences in Yorkshire. Couldn't say it was in his blood, but it was in their fractured souls.
Only the sight of servants put a damper on Mason's smile. Not as though a maid and cook had been absent in their childhood, but this was more, and it was distracting.
Again and again the demon was forced to refocus on their reason for being here. Sometimes, it was easier than others. Once out of the house, the tension visibly lessened from his shoulders. Enough to return his smile, spoiling the children with shoulder rides and swinging from their hands.
They were normal, from an outside perspective.
Xavier: Devlin may have been distracting all and sundry with his antics and enthusiasm, but Xavier remained very observant. Enough to notice that the presence of his staff seemed to bother his brother. Why? He hadn't the faintest idea. They'd been raised with domestic staff. But rather than pick a fight, he discreetly told Hamilton to retire to the kitchen while the family ate.
The whole house would have their dinner at the same time.
Xavier lifted Theo's hand to his lips. "Don't worry about me," he whispered. "I'm having a fine time, and more importantly so is Devlin."
And he was having a fine time. Determinedly. There was good food and excellent wine and their son was happy, and happy to entertain everyone while his father ate in relative silence.
Charles: Charles had meant what he'd said in his discussion with Theo. This day of exploration was going to leave their children drained in the best way. He forced himself out of bed at the crack of dawn, meeting with his co-planner to ensure that everything was ready to go. Whatever tension lay between the Atlas brothers was not his priority. He was quite happily occupied with supervising games of tag, assisting in the catching of frogs and lizards, and offering a wealth of knowledge that most people found utterly useless. He was sure to be as exhausted as the kids, by day's end.
Theo: When Theo woke the next day, while a little later than Charles, he had just as much energy and dedication to their cause. He worked alongside his new partner-in-fun, happily providing some survivalist tips- like what was edible and not in the forest around them- and how to find little, supernatural creatures, like a harmless pixie or sprite when he could. He mostly followed Charles' lead, seeing as he wasn't as experienced with handling so many children at once, but by the end of the day he felt great knowing the children had a blast. Once they were home, he was more than ready for the energy to settle.
Mason: Wasn't long before Mason reluctantly crawled out of bed after Charles. A scorching shower to wake him. Twenty minutes to nitpick at his beard, his clothes, stalling for as long as possible before greeting his children became his sole motivation for leaving the guest room.
So long as every child was all smiles, then this was worth the tension building with every hour in his shoulders. Each tug of Cynthia's hand, every question, every photo she took of landscapes, her brother, her father, reminded him why they were doing this. And by the end of the day, despite the self-inflicted ache in his back, the demon managed a natural smile to his brother.
Xavier: At least in this, the Atlas brothers were of one mind.
His son's happiness had been Xavier's sole motivation for getting up, getting dressed, speaking politely to Mason, and agreeing to spend an entire day in the woods doing his part to wrangle the children.
And it wasn't that bad, really. In fact, he could admit privately to himself that he enjoyed it just a bit. How could he not? Devlin was so happy to have cousins to play with and Theo was delighted to have a new friend. His own resentments and reservations didn't matter. He would happily and patiently spend hours explaining to Devlin that no, he couldn't take the pixie home and no, he couldn't turn his bathroom into a frog pond.
By the end of the day, he even suspected that perhaps--just maybe--his brother felt the same. If nothing else, they'd managed to settle into a sort of truce and smile at each other with something that could be called fondness.
Charles: When all was said, Charles was nearly reluctant to let the visit end. Nearly. As smoothly as the time had passed, he didn't want to press upon the Atlas brothers' patience. A success, all said. He bid farewell to Xavier with a warm handshake, and Theo with an embrace, plans for another gathering already taking shape. He hefted a sleeping Rory into his arms with a grunt, and a promise to call later, before turning expectantly to his husband.
