A teen parabatai ficlet! I haven’t written one in ages. So there!
“When I die, promise not to follow me?”
It’s the eve of their parabatai ceremony and they’re sitting on the roof, sipping grape juice from crystal glasses stolen from Maryse’s office, and they pretend it to be wine and they pretend to like wine, still young enough to enjoy pretending.
I love every single word of this!