“Yes Remus, i’m on my way home.” Lyall sighed. The man in the back of his truck, 17 years old, black hair, silver eyes, sighed deeply. “I’ve just got to drop off this young man.”
“How old is he?” Remus asks on the other side of the phone.
“17 years old.” Lyall grumbled. Sirius, the man in the back, perked up a bit. He had gotten the police called on him because he walked on a ladies lawn. Lyall thought it was ridiculous, but the only way to make the lady happy was to take him to the ‘police station’ but he was just taking him home.
“Is he cute?” Remus asked. Lyall sighed and turned around. “And gay?”
“My son wants to know if you’re cute.” Lyall tells Sirius. He sighs. “And gay.”
Sirius grins. “Gay, yes. Cute, I believe so, sir.” He says cheekily.
Lyall sighs into the phone and turns back towards the road. “Yes and yes.”
“Grab his number for me, will you?” Remus asks.
“No, i’m not going to get his number for you.” Lyall says.
“829-728-9-“
“Hand over the phone!” Remus yells into the phone. Lyall debates it for a moment before handing the phone off to Sirius.
“Hello?” Sirius asks into the phone.
“What’s your number?” Remus asks.
“Hold on I don’t even know if you’re cute,” Sirius recollects.
There’s a silence on the phone for a second before a facetime call comes in. Sirius answers and it connects.
“Holy shit.” They both say.
“829-728-9-“ Sirius starts as Remus scrambles to plug it into his phone.
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“And they met in a cop car!” James finishes as he wipes his teary eyes.
There’s an outrage from both Sirius and Remus, sitting at the Just Married table. “That is not true!” Remus exclaims.
James gives him a weary look. “Fine. They got each others number whilst Sirius was in a cop car. They met at a coffee shop or whatever. Better?”
still thinking about your tamcien post bc i knowwww they were the topic of conversation around spring and the other courts not even necessarily bc they're both men but bc of who they both are - exiled prince and high lord hello?? the drama?? - and bc lucien had tamlin eating out the palm of his hand within weeks probably like no one is doing it like them, sorry
no literally like hello! vanserra fox in the spring hen house!!! oh—it’s uhhhh it’s not,,,, like that? spring is…being strengthened? relations with other courts have never been better than with this emissary in place? beron’s exiled seventh son has no nefarious intent? there’s no play at hand, no trickery or wile? his tongue is silver but his heart is pure and there is no temptation to make him deviate his loyalties from his new high lord? the high lord of spring permits no threats against him? he puts himself bodily between the seventh son and the rest of the brood? he rebukes any question of this vanserra’s loyalties and has socially blundered more times than can be counted warning lords of his court against treating lucien as Other and Untrustworthy, only for lucien to clear the tension with a quip and a smile? and they were roommates you say?
