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Non-blood Related Brothers
Calidi could watch this for hours.

Clay picked up a bow, brushed his fingers over the limbs, then quickly strung an arrow from the quiver at his hip. He pulled the fletching to the corner of his mouth—anchoring, Calidi remembered Clay telling him—and released it. The arrow flew, and landed with a solid thunk in the centre of the target.

Clay frowned. “String’s loose.” He pushed his bangs out of his face, and Calidi caught himself mid-sigh.

Did you seriously just sigh? Mirai crossed her arms.

No! Calidi protested. Well….His hands knotted together. Maybe.

Gods, you’re really lovestruck, aren’t you.

''No I’m not! I’m just—''

“Calidi?”

Calidi jumped. Clay was looking at him, slight concern creasing his brow.

“Y-yeah?”

“You okay?” Clay set the bow on a different rack. “You look a little tense.”

“Fine!” Calidi let his hands fall into his lap. “Sorry, got….lost in my head for a second.”

“It’s fine, no need to apologise,” Clay said. He picked up another bow, then Damian waving caught his attention and he looked up at the doorway, where Micah had appeared.

Clay darted over and hugged him, and a little part of Calidi’s heart wilted. ''What does that mean? Are he and Micah—''

“I'm fine, Clay, stop worrying,” Micah awkwardly patted Clay’s shoulder.

“Sorry, that's my job,” Clay murmured.

“I thought the older brother was supposed to worry over the younger.”

Brothers?

I don’t think he meant literally, Mirai mused.

“Brothers?” Calidi asked, aloud this time.

“Not by blood,” Clay explained, letting Micah go. He sat down in front of Calidi. “We’ve been friends for a really long time, and we grew up together. He’s basically my brother. All of the Ennead—what we called our assassin cadre—we were like family….”

He’d stopped listening. The way Clay moved his hands was distracting, especially since his fingers looked raw from pulling back the bowstring and Calidi wanted to hold those fingers and protect them from further harm. But when Clay talked, his hands and his voice were telling the same stories in unison, and it pulled you into whatever he was saying, if you weren’t too busy watching how he said it. He moved his head a lot too, and his hair bobbed along with it. Calidi wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He’s really into this story, it’s so cute. His voice, a slightly rough tenor, rose and fell as he talked, and his laugh….it was bubbly and infectious, and Calidi found himself laughing with him, even though he didn’t know what they were laughing about.

Clay stopped, face relaxing into an easy smile. Calidi felt blood rushing to his cheeks as Clay’s cobalt eyes locked on his.

You’re smitten, Mirai said dryly.

Yeah, Calidi admitted. I am.