it started with the drinks hitting harder than you expected.

your cheeks were warm. your steps a little crooked. your confidence somehow through the roof.

the music was loud, the room buzzing, people talking over each other in that messy, happy way that only happened when everyone was a little drunk and a little fearless, and for once you weren’t sitting quietly in the corner smiling politely.

for once, you were talking.

a lot.

“no because you don’t understand,” you were saying to someone near the bar, waving your glass dramatically. “I don’t have one hot boyfriend.”

you held up one finger.

“I have two.”

someone laughed. “sure you do.”

you leaned in, lowering your voice like you were sharing state secrets. “two insanely hot men. one’s all warm and charming and makes everyone fall in love with him in five seconds, and the other one is quiet and intense and looks at you like he’s writing poetry in his head.”

their eyes widened.

“I go home and they’re both there,” you continued proudly. “both of them. cuddling me. kissing me. fighting over who gets to hold me first.”

you straightened, swaying slightly. “I am living the dream.”

across the room, Icarus had frozen mid-laugh.

Silas slowly turned his head.

they locked eyes with each other.

oh no.