[It's obvious, the way they look at each other. Carver hates when Garrett drags him out with Anders, how insistently the man presses him about mages, goes on about how good it is that he grew up with siblings like Bethany and Garrett.
What's worse, though, is how Anders no longer keeps behind the rest of the group, how he starts trailing close to Garrett like a puppy, hangs on his every word like it's gospel. When they go to the clinic, Garrett asks Carver to wait just outside, hears their hushed voices but can't quite make out what they're saying and something sour twists in his gut when they emerge, Anders smiling gently and Garrett clasping a hand to his shoulder, familiar and comfortable.
Anders is disgustingly infatuated, and Carver knows Garrett, knows how easily he could fall for him in turn and the thought makes him feel ill.
So this--humiliating as it is, to be at the mage's feet with no weapon at his back--is satisfying, in an ugly sort of way. Anders wants his brother, but his brother is at the elf's mansion, and Carver has always wanted what his brother has.
This will have to do.]
Is please not in your vocabulary? [Carver glowers up at him through his lashes, even as his fingers move to the fastenings on his trousers, trying not to fumble with them. He's never done this before, doesn't want to make that obvious to Anders, though he wonders whether he already knows. Whether he and Garrett have ever talked about him.]
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What's worse, though, is how Anders no longer keeps behind the rest of the group, how he starts trailing close to Garrett like a puppy, hangs on his every word like it's gospel. When they go to the clinic, Garrett asks Carver to wait just outside, hears their hushed voices but can't quite make out what they're saying and something sour twists in his gut when they emerge, Anders smiling gently and Garrett clasping a hand to his shoulder, familiar and comfortable.
Anders is disgustingly infatuated, and Carver knows Garrett, knows how easily he could fall for him in turn and the thought makes him feel ill.
So this--humiliating as it is, to be at the mage's feet with no weapon at his back--is satisfying, in an ugly sort of way. Anders wants his brother, but his brother is at the elf's mansion, and Carver has always wanted what his brother has.
This will have to do.]
Is please not in your vocabulary? [Carver glowers up at him through his lashes, even as his fingers move to the fastenings on his trousers, trying not to fumble with them. He's never done this before, doesn't want to make that obvious to Anders, though he wonders whether he already knows. Whether he and Garrett have ever talked about him.]