Mitchers :) "Can I tell you a secret?"
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“Can I tell you a secret?” Mitchell asks, watching the sky overhead slowly getting darker. They lie on the rooftop, side by side, the heat a bit more bearable with the slight wind on their skin and a cold beer in hand.
“Shoot,” Anders says, waving one hand lazily and letting it drop back down beside him.
“I got engaged before I went to war and I fathered a child. I know it’s a boy but I never saw him because I never been back to Ireland after I died.”
There is a bit of silence on the rooftop while Anders takes a swig of his beer. He bites his lips in concentration and then shakes his head with a huff. “Bastard.”
Mitchell chuckles, turns to the side and pops up on one elbow to look at the blond god. “Are you giving up, my Lord Bragi?”
“Never,” Anders grumbles and takes another sip to buy a bit more time and think about the statement. “You think you’re extremely clever with mixing up truth and lie but I’ll get you anyway, Vlad.”
“Prove it.” The grin on Mitchell’s lips is challenging and as bright as the setting sun behind him. “And I’ll get you another drink.”
Anders bites his lips again and watches the brunet above him closely. “The part with the child is bullshit although you never been back to Ireland, that part is true.”
“The engagement part is tricky,” Anders admits, moving the bottle from one hand to the other. “It’s neither completely a lie nor completely true. So I’d say it was nothing official but you had your plans if you would have come back.”
“Damn it,” Mitchell hisses and flops back onto his back, much to Anders’ amusement. “I though I got you this time.”
“I told you you can’t beat me in this game.” Anders grins and finishes the last of his beer before he holds out the bottle right in front of Mitchell’s face. “Now get up and get more beer, loser.”
Mitchell grumbles and sits up, taking the empty bottle out of Anders’ hand. “When I come back I’ll have a better secret for you, just so you know.”
“Promises,” Anders laughs and slaps Mitchell’s ass as the brunet gets up to get them more drinks.