“Can you come out now?”
Featuring Kit and Ty
Based on this post by @themortalfckup
Guess who’s writing again? Thank you to everyone who stuck by me || Sorry if it’s a bit rusty || also this kinda took forever because there was a ton of re-editing
Ty pandered his family asking for Christopher’s whereabouts. The Lost Herondale seemed to disappear from Tiberius’ sight the second he took his slate-gray eyes off of him. And then return hours later, peachy, not mentioning what he did. This was the third time Kit had done this and Ty had to admit—he was pissed.
He pondered whether this was just some social tell he didn’t grasp. He thought of asking Julian for help but What does it mean when a person leaves you for three hours only to come back for Netflix and attention? didn’t sound right.
He came to Dru’s door. The last person he’d ask before retreating to his dull and Kit-less room to mess with a rubik’s cube. Everyone else had given him answers ranging from “No” to “No”. They were already sick of it. But Dru, she still gave replies that were longer than one syllable. He knocked.
“Before you say anything, I haven’t seen where the blonde brat went! But I do know that Kit is a jerk”, she yelled from the other side of the door.
Ty felt a spark of protectiveness in the midst of his irritability. For all Kit had done, he deserved to be called a brat and a jerk but Ty couldn’t help but to feel bad.
He backed away from her room. He thought of getting his throwing arm ready to chuck the Rubik’s cube at Kit’s head when he heard a muffled, whiny noise from downstairs.
“Shut up, Dru. I’m going through some things right now. Let me live.”
Ty couldn’t believe it. It was Kit’s voice.
Ty hopped the stairs, two steps at a time. Then, he crept up to where he believed the boy was hiding. He flung open the cupboard. His nose wrinkled at what he was beholding.
There was Kit Herondale, hair unkempt, eyes puffy and glistening, cookie crumbs across his mouth and shirt. He held a family pack of Chips Ahoy close to his chest.
Ty stared for a a good minute then said, “What the hell?”
Kit turned in shame, “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
Ty rolled his eyes and gingerly grabbed the cookies from Kit. He held out a hand yet the other boy wasn’t looking.
Ty sighed, “Can you come out now?”
Kit peeked at Ty through his crumby hands. “I’m gay.”
“I meant out of the cupboard. You’ve been in there crying for two days.”
With a mixed expression of shock and disgust, Kit clutched Ty’s hand. Sending electricity through their fingertips as Kit’s feet hit the floor.
Ty went off, “Why would you do something like this? I thought we were friends! Best friends.”
Kit’s eyes were like wet saucers and his his lip quivered frightfully. Suddenly, Kit burst outside, wiping at his eyes, sprinting on the beach.
In that instant, Ty’s anger began to disappitate and what Kit had just said soaked in. A wave of remorse hit him. Kit must’ve thought that Ty hated him! Pressured him to reveal who he was and hated him for being who he was.
He too dashed out. Hoping to catch up with The Lost Herondale before he went too far. Soon Tiberius skid in front of him. Kit tried to escape but he was blocked.
“What do you want? I know you think I’m scum and not just because I’m gay”, he cried. He added in a whisper, “And it’s mostly my fault.”
Ty shook his head vigourosly. “No, no, no. I don’t think you’re scum. I think you’re far from it. Earlier, when I was yelling, I was mad at the fact that you’ve been ignoring me. I didn’t hear the part pertaining to your sexuality. I mean, I heard but I wasn’t listening. I mean, I listened but…”
Kit interrupted and Ty was grateful. “So you don’t hate me. And back in the house, you were talking about something else. I get that but do you accept me?”
There was a longing in his eyes. “Of course I do”, Ty declared without pause.
The boys found themselves strolling along the beach. Gulls screeched to the symphony of waves crashing against shore and the little excited noise Kit made in the back of his throat when salt water sprayed his face.
Ty asked, “Why were you avoiding me?”
Kit pouted, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his gaze at his feet. “A couple days ago, I started to think about Magnus and Alec, Helen and Aline. Gay couples in the shadow world who’ve been through hell at the hands of the Clave. And…I like girls but what if I don’t end up loving one? What if I end up loving a boy? It reminded me of Livvy. We…”
Ty nodded, “I know.”
Frown lines were etched into both of their faces. Kit continued, “And now she’s dead and I couldn’t bring myself to look at you very long.”
Something tugged at Ty’s heart. It pulled so hard as if it wanted his aorta would split like licorice.
Tears built up and choked Christopher. “Because I liked Livvy but I love you. What am I supposed to do with that love? Suffer?”
Ty was aghast. He had just witnessed a boy have a breakdown. Ty was never good at handling emotions, especially his own. He rubbed his own hands for confidence. He used to be able to wind his ﬁngers in sandy blonde hair and gaze into sky-blue irises for reassurance but he wasn’t the one in need at that moment.
Slowly and steadily, he approached Christopher. The Herondale inched away from him with every step as if he were too undigniﬁed to be near him. But Ty spoke softly of a one-sided conversation. About everything he admired about the most mundane shadowhunter he’d ever met.
Soon, Kit found himself backed onto the wall of a boulder but there was no self-loathing in his expression. Just want, a tender mellow. Both of them examined the other with clear vision. Sand, grit, and crumbs were in unusual places, Kit had a tiny seashell stuck on his face, Ty had an lash in his eye. They had never been so close.
Ty cupped the sides of Kit’s ﬂushed cheeks and for a moment their gazes met. Then Ty’s lips were pressed to Kit’s. He could feel his breath hitch in the back of his throat as opened his mouth just a bit more. Enough for Ty to taste the salt from his tears, the sugar from his cookies. Enough for Ty to understand how truly soft and pink his lips were. Enough for Ty to understand that his heart was beating the speed of sound, the roar of the heartbeat thrummed in his ears along with the crash of the waves.
When Ty pulled away he realized that Kit was still spilling tears, except a tentative smile accommodated it.
Kit held Ty’s hand like it was the world. He inquired, “That wasn’t a pity kiss, right?”
Ty shook his head. “Kit, to answer your earlier question, you won’t suffer. We won’t suffer if we don’t let them torture us.”
Kit pecked Ty’s hand. “I am ever grateful for your friendship, Sir Blackthorn. I love you.” He bowed.
Ty raised an eyebrow, “You should work on your Middle English”, nonetheless he settled that it was simply a sweet gesture. He replayed the “I love you” in his head, trying hard not to blush or awkwardly throw his arms around Christopher.
Kit announced loudly, “Thou shan’t insult a Herondale! We are known to smite thee.”
Ty snorted. “By eating thou’s entire stash of sweets?”
“Rude. It’s an affliction. My chocoholic nature is kind of hereditary.”
They boys decided to spend the rest of the afternoon at the beach, something Ty had never really done before. Wading in the water, playing tag, Kit getting in an altercation with a crab until the sky set a tangerine tone.
Watching sundown, something tendered in them. Some unstoppable force brought them hand in hand with a mutual understanding that “best friend” was no longer a suitable title.
They came home to Dru was watching a horror movie on the couch. She looked them over once and said, “You’re welcome.”
Ty asked, “For what?“
“I brought you two together.”
Kit added, “By insulting me.”
Dru showed no sign of guilt. She just smirked and Kit felt an entirely new respect for her…and fear. Who knew what she was capable of?