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 Food Is Made How?, Tag: Eien/Law
Sep 2 2017, 02:24 PM
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Rhys did not cook.

Well, he did not cook often. What he could cook could only best be called the basics to surviving. Ramen, eggs, microwaved hotdogs, sometimes pancakes (though they would not come out in a circle) and french toast. It was enough to survive on if you had to, but it certainly was not something that you would really want the young werewolf to live off of. He had done it, a few times, but still.

This morning, Rhys had managed to wake up early and go for a run and shower before finally deciding to meander his way down stairs to get breakfast. His hair was still a bit damp, but at least he had gotten on some clothes before making his way down. Currently, Rhys was standing with the fridge door wide open, staring inside as if something would magically jump up at him and demand that it be its meal. Or maybe if he stared long enough, he would suddenly know how to cook some of the stuff staring at him.

For a moment, Rhys's hand hovered over a cup of yogurt before wrinkling his nose and grabbing the carton of eggs. He placed that on the counter and again stared at the milk as if debating on using the milk or using water to make his scrambled eggs. Finally, he decided on grabbing the milk before kicking the door closed, spinning around and making another face.

Now he had to find the damn skillet.

Or a microwaveable bowl. He could nuke the eggs if he was just going to have some scrambled ones. That seemed like the best idea at the time, so with out too much other thought, Rhys opened a few of the cabinets until he found sturdy bowls and checked if they could go in the microwave. When he saw that they could, he grinned and started his work.

Oh, there were some people he could think of right now that would be utterly disgusted that he was about to nuke some eggs.

Desperate times. Desperate times.

After adding three eggs and a few dabs of milk, Rhys started to scramble them up with a fork. His hips were swinging a little to the beat of the music that was playing in his headphones. It seemed that he always had music around him, and cooking was no exception to that. It was boring, and while it was a basic skill, it certainly was not something that Rhys was going to master any time soon. He had not mastered it before he was a werewolf, nor had he mastered it in the few weeks that he had been by himself.

It was almost funny how he had moved almost across the damn country and changed so much.. only to have so many things end up being the same. Law was once again his alpha, he was again living in the pack house, and he still was secretly hoping no one would whine about his cooking (if you could call it that) as he stood in the kitchen.

He did miss some of the pre-made meals though. Just like he missed some of his old friends...

But this was a new place, a new opportunity to meet new people. Hell, he was even starting a new chapter in his life with going to college. There was no need for him to dwell on the past.

@Eien

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Law didn’t live in the packhouse. When he pulled up to its driveway, his and Nico’s car purred kind of like it normally did, content and loud. He listened to the sound of its engine well after he’d parked technically, until he cut it off and then sat there in question. His insides bristled, and he took a gander at the car interior, and calmly reaffirmed with himself he hated vehicles. When he stepped out, it was with the thought he and Nico should perhaps move to the house. It was facing renovations and several new additions, and in long enough time it’d be enough of a replica of their old home he could consider it his new. He was not looking for an exact copy. But fuck a place without a pool, an outhouse and goddamn wards. It made him prickly and wry. Law slammed the door shut behind himself and walked on to the packhouse, his car parked in the garage. His mind was busy.

Inside, he greeted whoever he saw, and instantly made a beeline for the backyard of the house to see the work on the pool. God, this was going to cost him money. If he wasn’t rich, technically, he’d hate every second of this. He did, already, but that was the testy, pesky wolf that already wanted it all over, the noise gone and the renovations having added enough to the house to make it a proper home. Christ, he knew that most wolves lived outside, but Jesus fuck, it didn’t mean the house couldn’t be a bomb. He shouldn’t have had so many feelings about it but the general look of the place had always made him think of some well-intending puritan couple who’d had the house built for their large family with kids, white picket fence like, cute, but also long spared its old use and thus in a necessary refitting. But that maybe was just him. He’d always had strong feelings about everything.

Walking past the kitchen, he stopped, however, and peered in to enjoy the view.

Well, that was actually cute. Entering, since might as well stop by for a chat, Law’s hands were in his pockets, the car keys finally gone out of the sight though he still had one stubborn finger through one of the keychain hoops. He approached Rhys, silent even if the music Rhys was blasting made that a bit redundant, but he approached him silently still, true to his predator status that never seemed to take off that much anticipated vacation (anticipated by others; Law was fairly ok being who he was). He stood himself two or so feet behind the kid, entertaining briefly the thought of literally eating him, before tutting to himself and tapping Rhys’s shoulder to get his attention. Then he stepped back a bit since he had no desire to get swung at by accident. When he finally got Rhys’s attention, he motioned to remove the headphones, smirked, and greeted, once the pup could hear him, “Sup, Rhys. Wutcha doing?”

Peering at his work, he judged the plan very quickly, and ahh’ed accordingly, his hands out of his pockets and his gaze automatically pinned on the stove, which was without a pan. Hmm, suspicious. Law’s lips curled and he slanted an amused look at the boy. “Come on, you’re not going to use a pan? Rhys, don’t make me hover over your shoulder while you cook.” The warm lilt was full of jest, even if he wasn’t any kind of a person who’d make either his warmth or the jest too apparent. Mellow and low, they pinned him as relaxed as he was, and jerking his head in the direction of the stove, his hands slipping back in his pockets, he said, “Come on, time to cook a bit. I’ll show you if you don’t know.”

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Sep 3 2017, 11:57 AM
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His music kept him rather distracted from those around him. While Rhys enjoyed the company of others, he was also fine with being in his own world and keeping to himself when he was doing something as awkward as cooking. Ok, cooking wasn't really awkward. Not naturally. However,
when you had as little skill as Rhys did with it, it was rather awkward.

For a little while, Rhys was keeping to himself, starting to whisk the eggs up until he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. At first, the young wolf thought it was another pack member who needed to use something that he was standing in front of. The joys of sharing a house with a bunch of roommates.

No matter how empty the room was, someone always needed to be right where you were standing. "Excuse me." he started as he turned to see who it was. He still needed to learn all the different names of his pack mates. One eyebrow shot up before he looked at Law and flashed a smile. He tilted his head for a moment and pulled his headphones off when Law did the gesture.

Not before he made sure his music was on pause.

"Not too much. Just making some eggs." he commented, grabbing the bowl and starting to work on the eggs again. When Law asked the sudden question, Rhys hesitated for a moment before wearily looking over at the stove then back at Law and offered a kind of half hearted shrug.

"I uh.. I might just stick them in the microwave for a few minutes." he answered. He flashed a quick smile in his direction as if it was no problem. "I don't really remember where the skillets are so I figured it would just be easier to nuke 'em for a short time and be done with it."

Could Rhys sound any more like a lazy college student?

Probably.

The possibilities were endless when it came to him having to cook. He had lived off of McDonalds and ramen noodles before moving into the pack house. Oh, and pizza, when he could afford that. "But I know how to cook eggs on a skillet.. They just.. don't always look like eggs when I'm done Like my pancakes look more like squished.. things than round cakes." he admitted.

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Just making some eggs. Law looked at the bowl of eggs--

Now if his spidey sense was correct, that was a microwavable bowl. Hmm. He looked back at Rhys--

--stick them in the microwave.

Law’s brows rose. Straightening on the spot, until you were right to confuse him with a soldier, he said, “The skillets aren’t a town away, Rhys. They’re in one of those drawers”, something all too wry, and one part resigned in his tone. He made an unimpressed face at Rhys, and then slanted a look at the stove, this apparently large enemy just in the center of the packhouse that nobody had been aware of. He listened to the tale of Rhys’s pancakes.

“Jesus.”

He snickered.

It was a bland, and disbelieving sound, his hand on his hip in an akimbo, judgy position like he’d gone a 1860s chaperone, there to scowl at naughty virgin ladies showing ‘em ankles and shit to lusty suitors. Boo, you whores.

Smiling in warm amusement, he ordered, “Step aside”, and added, as he gently shoved the kid, “Sport.”

Take that!


Rhys moved out of the way, Law reclaimed the bowl with whipped eggs, opening one of the cupboards to season it with salt and black pepper, and then finding a nice skillet in another, neighboring cupboard, a kitchen towel grabbed and bunched to give the pan surface a wipe before it was placed atop the stove, and turned on. He didn’t rush to recover the oil. He did recover it, mind you, sighing somewhat as he commented to Rhys in an explanation, “I have children. I had children, some of them are dead--- mortality, as you know. A pretty common cause behind death. Tsk. Sit. I’ll make you breakfast.”

He slanted a look at Rhys then, having ventured to the pantry to recover a large bottle of vegetable oil, which was uncapped, and a tablespoon poured into the center of the pan, where it spread out to all the sides, and he returned the oil to the pantry, back to grab the pan by its handle and rotate it slowly to spread the oil evenly. He’d slanted look at Rhys, was the point, and adopted a warm, calm smirk.

“Don't eat like you have nobody to feed you, Jesus. You doing good, Rhys?”

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"Well, I never said they were in the town... Just didn't want to look around?" he mumbled a little more to himself than to the alpha wolf in front of him. Still, he seemed to find the other's comment amusing and seemed to be trying to just laugh a bit out right. It was hard to tell if the laughter came from true amusement of Law's reaction or if it was from embarrassment.

Probably both.

"It isn't like they taste that different." he grumbled as he moved a little to the side for the other, rolling his eyes a bit dramatically as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to pull the headphones out and twist them so he could shove both in his pocket at the same time. He soon shoved them both back in and started to watch what Law was doing.

"I remember you showing me some of the pictures." he admitted a little as he watched what he was doing. He was not sure if he ought to add anything to the comment about his children. It did not feel right since he had not known them. Instead, he decided to focus on watching what Law did. He ended up making a little sound when he added the slat and pepper before cooking the eggs. It sounded like a bit of a grunt that said Oh... "I can get the butter-" he offered, used to using that for greasing the pan instead of oil. He stared a bit surprised at the use of oil. That was different.

Maybe not as different as he thought.

Actually, if he thought about it, he had seen a few people use oil when he did watch them cook. Just never for eggs.

"I don't think I'm eating like nobody'll feed me. I just am eating like I don't know where stuff is. And yeah, I'm ok. Just decided to get something for breakfast. Classes are going ok. Not too bad." he answered, looking up at Law, still not sitting down. He enjoyed watching others cook. He might not know how to, but he liked to pretend if he watched he might suddenly learn how to cook. Or, at least figure out what he ought to do to make things a little better.

A good first step would probably be to stop microwaving everything.

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“Uh-huh,” he said in turn, and kind of kept it at that. Uh-huh, you lazy ass. Rhys had just become the typical single man in his early twenties; entirely nonchalant about bettering himself, and utterly blase about the condition of his own skillset. It was like someone had made Law sit through an episode of some generic American drama-- and someone had once before, to very vile results. Still, he ignored this eventually, humming instead in thought.

“Have I?” he echoed, even though he remembered. That November the First talk. Of course he remembered. How couldn’t he? Of course, it’d been a kinder time, a simpler time. A time when Lana was still alive. Law didn’t want to remember.

In the present he was elsewhere now, in a pack that he’d not planned to lead but plans be damned and no choice had been given-- it was his now, for the better or worse, a largely ominous statement even if Law knew himself well enough to understand it’d be for the better. The question only was how long the pack would take to adjust to him. A new alpha, a new beta, and in a week or so, when the pack was deemed ready, Adeline would resign as its omega and push Nico to assume her place. As par their agreement. Law wanted it done yesterday but patience had been promised, and patience would be delivered. He heated up the oil and said, his mind distracted, “No need for oil. The cream will add all the richness the eggs will need.”

That was the cook in him talking. Besides, butter had a rather low smoking point, and he detested dealing with it no matter its millions fans swearing by the creamy richness it added to any dish. Fuck off. Law quirked a brow at Rhys over his shoulder, and smiled, but said no more. He cooked. Heat lowered, when the eggs hit it, they began cooking immediately, though at no startling speed that he’d worry. Leaving the eggs to sat, they formed ribbons once stirred, a rather gorgeous sight until he diverted to grab sour cream from the fridge and toss a dollop in.

Not only did it cool the egg mixture, but right there was the extra special ingredient that elevated the flavor profile above how eggs normally tasted. At least in Law’s humble opinion. If the fridge had had some nice creme fraise, he’d have loved to rely on its pleasant, creamy tartness-- alas. The eggs moved off the stove and the heat killed, Law let the residual heat of the pan cook the eggs, in the meantime grabbing plate for Rhys and musing out loud, “Want a guided tour of the kitchen? I don’t mind. Come here.” He did pour the scrambled eggs onto the plate, privately frowning as the plate itself wasn’t warm and therefore its cool surface versus the hot eggs, quickly their heat would be sapped, a most unfortunate exchange observed in a physics class. Not that big of a shame since this was no pricey restaurant, but still. Law set the skillet aside, and glanced up at Rhys with an idle look.

“What is it you study again?” With the mild distaste in his tone, you’d believe he disliked education-- perhaps the style of it wasn’t much to his liking, but still he beckoned Rhys towards himself and said, half-sighing, “Who’s even paying for your student loans or however the hell that things works? Not that I’d know. I should.” Mentioned with a hint of a smile, amused. He should. He didn’t. Since fuck knowing things he never used in his life. “What can you cook, Rhys?”

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All Rhys could do in his situation was to offer a bit of a shrug that seemed to imply he knew it was bad, but it had happened and there wasn't much he could do about that part. At least he had accepted the help. If he was really given a choice on the matter that is.

Rhys watched as Law started to work on the eggs again, giving only a slight nod of affirmation to him talking to him about his family before. He had enjoyed that conversation now that he could look back at it. At the time, he hated it. He dreaded having to open up to Law about why his mother had bothered and haunted him so much. There were a variety of reasons why he hated that conversation, and they ranged from being used to not talking about it to not feeling like he was worth other people's time. Now though, he felt that it had been the start of a bridge that allowed the two to get a bit closer. Law became a little less of an authority figure meant to be feared and more the kind of person Rhys could talk to.

As Law explained why he did not need butter, Rhys just nodded his head again. "Oh, I didn't know that." he admitted as he watched Law work on the eggs, shuffling a bit to sort of watch what he was doing. He enjoyed watching others cook, and sometimes liked to think that he might use the techniques himself. Maybe.

When Law suddenly grabbed the sour cream and dropped some in, Rhys stared at him a bit concerned for a moment. He had never used sour cream for anything other than putting it on some baked potatoes. "Why did you add that in?" he asked, truly curious as to why someone would do that.

"I mean, if you feel like giving it to me? I think I'll be good though." Rhys grinned a bit. He knew he had walked into the jokes. Hell, he deserved that line, and almost any other joke about losing the skillet that would no doubt be thrown at him over the next few weeks, months, and possibly years. Who knows. Depends on who finds out and how they decide to take it. "Map might be better. Then I won't forget." he grinned a little more.

At least he was starting to show more of his humor now.

He took the plate before taking his fork and stabbing it into the eggs to eat. They smelled good enough. "Smells good. And thanks for making the eggs." he added in before he started to take a bite. They were good.

He chewed a little, listening as Law threw a bunch of questions at him as he ate. He waited until he swallowed the food to even try to answer. "Well, I don't know yet. I was talking to Shy a little while ago and she suggested something with music. I don't know yet though so I am just getting the core classes out of the way. I'm paying through the money I earned as a bar tender, some student loans, and a few scholarships I managed to find. I was going to also think of getting a part time job to make sure I keep up the money, you know?" he talked, poking at the eggs before finishing his sentence and taking another big bite of the meal given to him.

That next question threw him. Again, Rhys only shrugged before he started to chew, thinking over his answer. "Just that is edible? Or looks like its supposed to?" he questioned before swallowing.

"Because I can make pancakes, french toast, uhh, eggs, uhh microwavable meals, ramen noodles, and umm." he mumbled, trying to think. "Cereal. Microwave hotdogs, uhh, oh! I can bake chicken. That I know how to do. And make rice." he explained, looking at Law with an honest smile.

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“For creaminess and to cut through the fattiness of the eggs,” he explained. “Add tart to help with anything flavor or texture wise.” He paused to flashed Rhys a smirk-- “Take it from me.”

Take it from father extraordinaire, as he’d no doubt like to believe himself to be. Perhaps he was. With the record of almost all of his children gone, but their children, and the children of their children well cared for, wrapped in an invisible power of protection that interfered with misfortunes that bowed to Law’s influence, the conclusion would be yes, he pretty much was the shit. Or just a shit depending on if you asked his enemy. He tsked, and said, “I can draw you a map then. Just… don’t laugh at it,” he added, his eyes squinted at Rhys too, almost as if he had made such an attempt in the past though only to get laughed at. It was right to question the fate of that person, but as it would turn out, Law was very unwilling to punish his own children for laughing as fuck at his stick figures. As far as art was involved, slap a line over line and Law Lightwood was done.

He waved the thanks off, leaning over the counter and his arms crossing over his chest. “Make nothing of it.” It was a bit embarrassing really that a young man had let a fellow adult cook for him, but in the context of who they were, and with wolf rules applied, not really. “Just don’t let me wash your back in the shower. I think I’m bound to draw the line at that.” Added in pure jest.

The scrambled eggs relocated and Rhys chowing down, a familiar and calm mood settled over the kitchen. Easily, Law would have believed he was in his old house with his mortal wife, feeding one of their children while she slept in the next room. For being but a mortal, she’d had a great energy, and even greater ambitions. She’d been a strong woman, but with a vulnerable, sweet core she bared only to him. For a while, Law missed her.

Pondering over the spoken, he took a while to say, “A, that sounds plausible. Explore your venues and whatnot, and b, the fuck, Rhys.” Because the fuck, Rhys. Shooting the boys an entirely amused look, Law still chided, chuckling, “That’s shit, you’re an adult man. There’s no excuse. I’ll toss you in with Gabriel. He knows how to cook. Granted, so do I, but.” But. Was he also drawing the line there? Law joined Rhys at the table, flopping himself down and saying, “But pass. I no longer have the same patience I used to have when I was younger.” He slouched in his seat, and flicked a hand dismissively. “Was some nice era, though. My kids used to wake me up as early as they could if I didn't beat them to it. Lil shits. Took right after daddy.” He grinned at that. “Seriously, you have to learn how to cook. It’s a pretty useful skill. Also, according to some, hot. You gotta learn how to make a good sausage before people will want to put it in their mouths, you know?”

Ba dun ts.

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It seemed that Law was interested in slowly revealing little cooking tips. Rhys was truly fine with that, even if he might not remember all of them. He would try to, but there were no promises. He knew it would be a little more difficult than it probably should be for someone his age, but at least he was giving it a good try, right?

He did feel a little embarrassed that someone else had discovered his inability to cook, but at least he’d possibly learn from it? It wasn’t like he had many people in his life that would teach him how to cook. Not until recently at least. To add to it, the past few years had been more of a growing experience for Rhys, forcing him to grow and change in other ways that were no doubt a bit more important than learning how to cook. Especially when one had a pack and had to consider the pack dynamics.



Besides, Rhys had been fine living off of his limited diet.

“Promise I won’t laugh if you don’t laugh at my cooking. I feel like that is a fair trade off.” he bargained, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “Don’t worry, I’ve taken my own baths since I was able to. Don't think I’ll be needing any help any time soon.” Rhys promised before cutting into another part of the eggs. He almost found himself wishing for more. They were pretty damn good.

He watched as Law made his way over to the table and sat down next to him. He scraped some of the food a little closer together before taking another bite. At the lecture of being a grown man, Rhys just shrugged his shoulders some and swallowed his eggs. “Maybe, but I tried a few things here and there when I lived on my own. I was self taught, but I was also really scared of messing it up so if the directions weren’t clear, I just didn’t make it. Its not like I could just call home and ask for help. Then when I got turned and joined the pack, others pretty much had the kitchen all set for others..” Or rather, had it stocked for everyone almost all the time.

“So, you know, willing to learn, just.. never wanted to ask or bother anyone over it and sort of.. just did what I could from what I watched and got.” he explained. Honestly, Rhys knew he did not have to justify himself to Law. Hell, it might not even be something Law wanted to hear, but Rhys felt better saying it, and at least he was saying something with his emotions with out too much prompting. That was a step up, right?

He did see to brighten up though at the idea of Gabe teaching him. The fact that Law might be a little too frustrated or old to teach him how to cook did not seem to bug Rhys too much, but he did seem to have a sudden grin across his face as he thought of his own little nickname for his alpha. Grumpy Gills. Him stating what he had about his patience was just another reason why Rhys thought the nickname fit.

“And yeah, I know. I get that I have to learn how to cook..” he mumbled a bit sheepishly before taking a bite of the eggs and squinting a bit laughing and shaking his head. “We’ll see if that even happens, Law.” he snorted, feeling the heat spread.

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Law raised his hands in mock surrender, eyes closed in a seemingly delicate expression as he ceded, “Easy, what do you take me for, an asshole?” He had to chuckle at that. “Never mind, I likely am. I’m laughing if you poison someone, how about that? Don’t raise the death count and I think we’re good,” he teased, and tossed Rhys a filthy playful brow waggle.

Since otherwise he’d need to teach Rhys how to bury a body and Rhys would find out he was a cannibal, and it would get awkward and, god, Law actually wanted that to happen. If it wouldn’t turn Rhys into a murderer, he’d consider it done and deal. Alas--

Seated next to Rhys, it would appear they were going to enjoy a pretty domestic moment, something that strongly reminded Law of the many times he’d sat his own children down and had a chat. He didn’t mind it. Though a man infamously difficult, as spoken by every person who’d made roughly zero effort to get to know him outside their initial conclusion anyone who didn’t greet them with a grin was an asshole--

Though a man difficult, it warmed him to sit together like this. And though often so cold, it was warmth he exuded, eyes hooding fondly as Rhys explained himself until Law could hum and say, “I see”, and manage a smirk.

“So it’s just the push you need? Or maybe the space to actually try to learn.”

He couldn’t lie, it still made Rhys sound a bit lazy, and like it was basically some kind of an excuse when obviously the opportunity had been there-- he’d just opted for leniency. Typical. And so Law let the fond smirk form and he chided, warm, “Well, not letting that happen now. You’re learning how to cook. For everyone’s sake.

“For your sake.”

He leaned into his seat, relaxing. Stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles.

“Mmm, it’s a great skill. It will happen. Tsk. I’ll beat your cute face in if you say another ‘if’.”

He winked at him. And slapped Rhy’s shoulder, about to say, haha, jesting.

Well.

He wasn’t.

He was.

Sighing, he turned a bit more serious as he corrected, “I mean it. Don’t say if. You’ll be fine. It’s best to begin by just forming a relationship with it. Leaning to cook because it can be fun, great, and super useful to be able to make your favorite dishes without having to turn to shitty instant noodles and nuking the eggs, since I’m sorry, but what the fuck, Rhys.” Survival of the fittest? He chuckled. Warm. And mused, almost charming, “I wonder how Gabe will teach you. Atta boy. He’s my nephew, have I told you?

“By the way, don’t tell him, he doesn’t know.”


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When Law asked him if he took as an asshole, all Rhys could do was slightly shrug his shoulders while putting out his lower lip. It seemed like the best response before letting out a bit of a snort. “That or Grumpy Gills.” he answered, humming a bit to himself as he started to finish up his eggs.



That was the right nick name for him. It had been something he had called his alpha in his head. He hadn’t expressed that thought to anyone, but it fit in his head.

Well, he had not said anything to anyone until he decided to go ahead and say it to the person he was referring to in his mind. 



Everyone makes mistakes. Rhys doubted this would be the worse one he ever made. He flashed Law a bit of a grin though, hoping that the other would at least see the humor in what it was that he had said.

Rhys gave a shrug of his shoulder as he thought about learning to cook. ”It would be nice to cook. It would be pretty cool if I could come up with a dish of my own that, you know, I make something that becomes my dish, you know? I think that would be pretty neat.” he admitted to Law. He did not see any kind of problem with

For a moment, Rhys stared at him a bit confused, tilting his head a bit to the side as though he was a little confused by what Law was talking about before jerking his head a bit back in clear confusion “No, I meant.. I meant more that I would meet someone to cook for, but, you know, I am working on that. And I know that you are helping in your own way. I’ve been trying to be a little more optimistic.. Most of the time it has helped. And- won’t tell him, swear. I uh-I mean, I am guessing you will tell him eventually/“ he tried, certainly caught off guard.

His eyes stared at him before giving a slight squint. ”Why doesn’t he know? “ deciding to just jump in and ask him.

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Law just quirked a brow at him. Right, it had been intended as a joke, but it turned out Rhys agreed?

Nice.

Guessing there’s no reason to be nice to the kid then if the general appraisal is going to be ah yes, asshole. And so Law just stared at him, a hard, unforgiving look that didn’t lessen even if Rhys did attempt to show it’d been a joke.

Nah. Not funny.

He attempted to put his bad mood aside regardless, and quirked another brow--- and commented, “That would be neat, true.” A flavorless, flat response he did mean but the usual energy behind it was gone.

Staring, just straight up staring at Rhys at this point, since ‘helping in your own way’ was kind of making him wonder just how he was received by him, he took a second to respond back and when he did, his bad, wry mood could still be felt in the cold, distant tone.

He hummed, first.

A hmm.

“I will, eventually. It’s just not the time yet.” He waved his hand at the fact. Considering it for a second, the real answer was nothing easy, and nothing he seemed to know. There were a lot of things to consider-- his family history, Gabriel’s family history, and the fact that the clan he descended from had a pretty sprawling history, and easily overwhelmed even those born into it. It was a tradition, after all, being a part of the blood, to know who they were and spread their mottos far and beyond. Considering Gabriel’s personality, Law doubted his ability. He was, as Law would tell you, too different from the blood.

Soft and kind and in many ways innocent. He doubted that there was anyone in the clan of Gabriel’s age who’d not killed anyone yet. He just shrugged at Rhys back.

“There’s a lot to share. A lot to take in. I don’t come from an easy family, and neither does he. I don’t know what he’s told you about his upbringing-- majority I don’t have the right to share. Did you know he has a twin sister?” He did mention her-- not fairly often, but he did. Sometimes. On occasion. “Do you know her name?” Maybe, maybe not. Law knew Rhys and Gabriel were friends, but he actually couldn’t be sure his unassuming and surprisingly secretive nephew had talked about himself. But then, he doubted said nephew knew that much about Rhys in turn. It made sense these two subby subs actually weren’t as deep as friends. But they were friends, regardless. He was sure, on the contrary, that Gabriel hated Rhys’s lack of cooking, but then his nephew had an independent, stubborn streak a mile or two wide-- with his soft, often skittish demeanor, you wouldn’t know, but Law couldn’t remember a single occasion Gabriel had willingly let someone help him.

… Granted, he’d been stalking his every move only since January, and that still didn’t mean he knew everything. He lapsed into thoughts.

Shrugged, and sighed, making a semi helpless face. “He’ll find out alright.”

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It did not take long for Rhys to sense that he had messed up. The way that Law changed, and the sudden flat words to him was more than enough to tell the young pup that he had messed up. He looked down at his plate, not knowing what to do.

Even as his heart tightened in his chest, he forced himself to stay there.

People messed up.

People made mistakes.


Not everyone decided to throw the plate you were eating off of against the wall over it. Or slap you in the face, or drag you to the sink to wash your mouth out with soap. It was ok. Consequences were a part of life. Not all of them had to be violent or hurtful, right?

“Sorry if I crossed a line or anything. I didn’t mean to.” he tried. Oh, his voice was shaking but he was staying put. He wasn’t following that instinct to try and make a dart towards the kitchen door and head out of the pack house. That was an improvement and took so much more effort than he wanted to admit.

But people could make mistakes, so long as they took ownership, right?

He listened to what Law said about their family, squinting a little just out of a bit of confusion. It sounded like there was a long story attached to the slightly vague description of what was going on between Law and Gabe and why Law was keeping it to himself. Everyone had their secrets and Rhys certainly had no plans of prying. He assumed that both of them would give him more information as time went on if they wanted to.

“He’d talk about her from time to time, but he never really mentioned her name. I never really pried because I sort of figured he would talk to me about it if he wanted to or if he was ready to.” he admitted. “I’m pretty sure he knows he can talk to me whenever he wants. At least I hope he does” Rhys frowned, looking a little concerned about that for a moment.

”But, uh, yeah, no.. I won’t share anything. Promise.” Rhys assured him. He meant it too. Really, Rhys would keep a lot from people so long as it did not seem like someone was going to hurt themselves or someone else, he saw no point in spreading things around.

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Law brushed it off. “It ain’t a thang,” he said, dispassionate. It was a thing, but he wasn’t about to let his average upset get in the way. It didn’t matter. Besides, Rhys was freaking out, and Law calmed himself, taming the expression that easily read as made of wrath, and sent a tickle of calm across the pack bond to the boy.

“It’s fine,” he soothed, “you just will know better than to join me on the joke. Head news, I actually don’t like being called a jerk or an asshole.” His lipped tipped at that, mustering a wry, nonchalant smile. Law shrugged. “For a lengthy, complicated reason I won’t get into but it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He waved it off, like whatever lofty demeanor he’d shown clearly wasn’t enough to get the message across. He didn’t need Rhys freaking out over this, and as a leader, he knew better than to hold onto annoyances that weren’t at all important. After all, how could have Rhys known? As Law reasoned with himself, his previous ire seemed unnecessary and unimportant. It paled. He opened himself to the feeling, all soft now and ponderous if he should actually ever address ‘the asshole problem’. Law Lightwood. The asshole. He’d be the first one to admit he was an intense man and a confirmed hypocrite, but if you went around calling him an asshole--

He gave you a reason.

“It’s Hannah,” he said, actually displeased that Gabriel was so secretive. Unsurprising. The kid had been sheltered as fuck. Law did have to wonder if anyone here truly understood the extent of it-- or even the damage of it on the kid’s psyche, and alternatively if they’d bother to care in light of their own no doubt larger and more important concerns. He tilted his head a bit at Rhys, and mustered a faint grin. “I’m sure he’ll talk to you, the little shit he is.” His tone was warm. Concerned. He frowned, and sighed--

“Nah, he won’t, he’s worse at this than you. Talk to him. Poke and prod him. He’s one of those people who’d never discuss his own life even if you beat him. Won’t see the reason, will he. Done eating?” Yup. That returned the grin on his face. Head tilted, he talked, his tone warm and thoughtful, “You really should take care of yourself. I know it seems unnecessary and preachy of me but nuking things isn’t the way to go. Your comfort shouldn’t come first over the quality of the food you put on your plate. It’s just lazy. And you can do better than that.” Standing up at the that, he was about to Grab Rhys’s plate when instead he leaned his hip against the table, and grinned at him, shit-eating, “Mind doing the dishes, babe?”

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Rhys watched Law, still not entirely convinced that it really was nothing. However, he did feel the other start to try and calm him over the pack bond. It was working, and might have been part of the reason why he had not just jumped up and gotten out of the room. Rhys would like to think that most of it was because he was getting better.

But who knows.

His eyes looked over the kitchen again before nodded his head. “I mean, that sounds good. I mean, I don’t- I’ll drop it now.” he trailed off, deciding that he ought to just drop it. If Law said it was fine, then he was not going to pester the other. He said it was fine, Rhys assumed that meant that he did not want to talk to him about it.

“But I don’t think you’re really that bad, or an asshole. I think you’ve got a pretty good heart. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t talk to you.” he admitted before flashing a smile to him. He was not sure if that was something he should have said to him, but it was out now. Hell, as far as Rhys was concerned, he was rather certain that everyone needed to hear something good about themselves every once in awhile. Rhys knew that he enjoyed it.

He glanced up when Law said Gabe’s sister’s name. He nodded a bit before he looked up at him, giving him a faint smile at first when he mentioned that Gabe would talk to him. Honestly, he had hoped that Gabe would consider him good enough of a friend that they could talk about things to each other. Not that he had really approached Gabe recently, but he would like to think that he would if he needed to.

His face fell just a bit when he added in that Gabe wouldn’t. He scrunched his face a bit for a good moment before he just nodded his head. It was a fair point. It wasn’t like he was someone who just came up and talked to people about his problems either. So long as others seemed to be fine, he would roll with the situation and try to move on himself. ”I mean, I guess I can get that. I’ll see if I can get him to talk more, or at least see if he can hang out a bit more. Outside of teaching me to cook.” he added, already unsure of these cooking lessons.

Rhys shrugged his shoulders some at Law’s advice, least Law was a bit concerned about him, right? “Well, I mean..” he trailed off, “I’m going to start taking lessons now, right? So, at least there is that.” he tried, offering a smile. “And i can clean plates, so, there is that.” he grinned, jumping up and grabbing the plates. “You did cook for me, so it works.” he explained.

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