After almost a whole year, I would like to celebrate the fact that onlyoccasionallyvisible and I have finished our longest running plotline. XD!! For serious, I think the thing might be 100k+ words. Would anyone like to see it put on AO3 as a fanfic?
If you’d like for now, you can read it all chronologically here.
"Hello? Not now, I’m kind of in the middle of… wait, what? ‘Cancelled’? What do you mean 'cancelled'? How do you just sprocking cancel months of undercover work? I’m just about to make a big breakthrough! I’m nearly— Hello? You there?
Legion World is full of teenagers, and that being the case Brainiac has come to expect a goodly bit of youthful fervor from time to time. Lyle Norg is no exception. In spite of the fact that he’s a scientist and supposedly more logically inclined, the Terran has always seemed to lead with his emotions. Querl has been secretly jealous of that; any time he’s allowed himself to become affected it has nearly always backfired, while Lyle, on the other hand, follows his instincts to success in 94.3% of all the cases Brainiac has studied.
He keeps files about the things he’s interested in.
So, that being said, it stands to reason that Lyle directing his (not insubstantial) effort towards Querl could potentially turn out well. It was quite probable, even in the face of Brainiac’s emotional immaturity. Lyle’s clearly thought it through numerous times if his words are anything to go by…
The other boy’s ears are slightly warm against Querl’s fingertips, and the feel of it makes the corners of his mouth turn up in a way that is unfamiliar. Affectionate. Sweet. Leaning in slightly to confirm the sensory input, Querl chuckles when he sees the slight blush staining Lyle’s half-hidden cheeks, reaching in with a trembling hand to trail the pad of his thumb from the corner of the earthling’s eye to the top of his jawline.
“Do not apologize,” Querl says, lowering his voice to match the mood as he awkwardly takes Lyle’s arm hostage in both of his own. “I’m not such a fool as to try and dissuade you from…caring for me.”
He is a twelfth level intelligence, afterall.
What a strange pair they make; the amiable, affectionate Terran and the socially awkward, abrasive Coluan. There isn’t a sentient alive who would have seen this coming including himself, and he has no doubt that there will be some raised eyebrows. Still, it feels strangely “right” to draw Lyle a little bit closer, angling in so that their foreheads brush together, so that their breath mingles. He nearly wishes they would have done this sooner, though perhaps it was necessary to get their strange rivalry out of their systems before romance could transpire.
It doesn’t really matter; Querl’s interest in time travel isn’t what it used to be, anyway.
A soft squeeze to Lyle’s forearm; his eyelids grow heavy. “I am glad you are alive, Lyle Norg. You are not permitted to terrorize me in that matter ever again. Understood?”
Lyle blinks at the other boy, momentarily distracted. Because in spite of their adamant kissing a moment ago, having this proximity to his long time flame is enough to throw his focus off kilter. Eventually, he grins reassuringly, raising his free hand to clasp Brainy’s shoulder, hesitating only momentarily and squeezing gently when he does. It will take a while to untrain his body from refraining from too familiar gestures.
"I’ll do my best." He says gently. It’s as close to a promise Brainy will get. Lyle’s hand on the other boy’s shoulder flexes again. Remembering how the Coluan had been in such pain. How Lyle in turn had slipped up and nearly gotten both of them killed. If their experience on the desert planet was any indication, he needed to train even harder and be better prepared. But there was little either of them could do about it now. If the droop in Brainy’s eyes was any indication, they both needed far more rest before anything else could be considered.
"Uhm. You want to sleep?" Lyle asked softly, embarrassed for no reason in particular.
((Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been MIA, I’ve been pretty sick. Caught pertussis at work. But I’m going to try and get back into the swing of things! ;w;
Jacques couldn't help but smirk slightly, "They do not have to know," He told him, "In fact, I was not planning on telling Black Hole at all."
Lyle blinked at his brother, eyes widening slightly. “Not at all? Jacques… You don’t need to do that. You could get in serious trouble if they find out you’re withholding information…” He said, concern putting a strain in his tone.