Welcome to Gaia! ::

Eion was...not Wren’s best friend. Or his boyfriend. But Eion was one of his best friend’s boyfriend, and there was some fundamental trust there from their mutual friendship. They had talked before sixth year about legilimency before-- about theory, Wren’s pathetic failure of attempts to use it untrained, what they would do with it. It was no surprise when they both took the course, and it was no surprise they both took to it very diligently. Including, of course, practice sessions on each other.

Wren kind of hated the idea of someone reading into his mind after feeling how Aspen’s nymphic song affected him. But he needed someone he knew and didn’t completely mistrust to practice with-- a willing test subject before they moved onto other, unawares minions. And if they planned to master occlumency, they’d need someone who was proficient at legilimency to practice with. If it was going to be that way, well….Eion wasn’t a bad partner for that.

As soon as they turned seventeen, Wren and Eion had continued their extra legilimency. They knew probably too much about each other at this point -- Eion had seen some of his most embarrassing and proud memories. From Wren’s first “special potion” shampoos-and-soaps concoction to his guilt over his feud with Nim to his pride, Eion had caught glimpses and memories of it all. Eion knew his squeamishness over zombies and inferi and his unspoken pride of his siblings. Eion knew the things Wren lied about even now. Eion probably knew things about him that Wren couldn’t even properly express or confess to Nimbus or Moira.

This afternoon they had been studying quietly, their cats nearby. Wren stretched and yawned, tossing his Charms study guide aside. ”Alright. I should probably look over DADA but...eh. Maybe later. Wanna do some practice? Last one before NEWTs anyways?”

A bit of ribbing banter later, he met Eion’s eye--he’d long learned not to bother with the glass one-- and asked his question. He had a list of questions to ask Eion with during legilimency practice sessions now. ”So. What are your intentions with Moira?”

”Oh definitely no exam. ” Wren replied offhandedly, confident there would be no Mind Magic exam. If there had been though, Wren hoped he and Eion were both more than prepared. Then again, the only mind magic exam they’d ever have was encountering another legilimens. And that would be a much more high-stakes examination than some lousy grade. This was purely for their continued practice. And fun. ”What better time to practice defending your mind than when you’re already mentally exhausted?”

Wren could sense the truth of Eion’s reply, laced with something else-- insecurity? Fear? He wanted to say something in reply-- find something to tease Eion about maybe--but this was his partner in crime they were talking about. Even if they still claimed they’d betray each other at the first possible opportunity, Wren wanted only the best for Moira. Eion was a little ditzy sometimes, but his heart was in the right place. Behind his words, Wren got the sense of Eion’s genuine emotion. Maybe something deeper even, that even Eion didn’t know how to put to words yet. ”You’re a sap,” he finally said when Eion sighed sadly, but the words were soft and gentle, more comforting than teasing.

Eion turned the question around, which really ought to have been expected. Wren readied his mental defenses, though he had always been better at legilimency than occlumency. He took a short breath. ”Nimbus? It’s just a fling. I'm using him for his body,” Wren said offhandedly. Even if Eion couldn’t read his true feelings, he would know Wren was lying. Two years was hardly a fling, and Wren was very uninterested in sex.

His mind--however much Eion could discern--told a completely different story. Nim was more family than friend--his oldest confidant, his most precious person. The only plan Wren had for his relationship was to stay at Nim’s side for as long as he would have him. He was going to tease him for the rest of their lives. They were going to live long contented lives in an estate with too many plants. Wren was going to be there with a Wiggenweld every time Nim scraped himself up. He--well, Wren had already failed to protect Nim before, so many times before. But as long as Nim wasn’t shooing him away, then Wren planned to stay around. Maybe just being around would help heal the mental scars Nim had collected over the years. Until death did they part.