[Pre-Gryf/Huff Game] Bruised and Battered: Louis and Phoebus
chasingweasleys:
“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."Â
"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?”
“You never know… People sometimes do stuff like this out of anger or frustration, I don’t want that between us.” Softly stroke the hurt area, Phoebus focused on it intensely as if maybe his touch would make some kind of difference. He knew better, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself from repeating this action. He did however eventually drop his fingers from Louis’ wrist and let them settle on his waist band. He could help but smirk as Louis kept feeding his ego and his fingers strummed on the fabric. “I’m not officially on the team…not yet. I just have to sign some stuff… People play professional all the time, otherwise there wouldn’t be any professional teams to watch. Plus lots of kids play quidditch right after Hogwarts. I bet there’s already a few this year that are in the same situation as me.” His fingers stopped playing with the bit of fabric as he looked up and faced Louis head on. “Of course, don’t I always?”