Late night sibling conversations.

Who: Breezy and Madock
When: Wee hours of the morning
Where: Their home

After finishing up his letter to the ancestors, Madock headed upstairs to his bedroom, but stopped just short of entering it when he caught sight of the light coming from beneath Breezy's door. He put off sleep for a bit longer and took a few steps to her door, lightly knocking and waiting for a response.

Breezy had been on her computer when she heard the sound, and was honestly a little surprised by it. Someone was up? "Come in," she called lightly, pulling off her headphones. And please don't be mom or dad. I don't need another late-nights lecture.

Madock pushed the door open, stepping into the room and shutting it again behind him. "You're up late." he assessed with a little smile. "Don't worry, the 'rents are sleeping." He wasn't going to bitch at her for being awake and judging by the way his dad was snoring, he wasn't about to be up any time soon to do it either.

Breezy grinned and closed her laptop, putting it aside for now. "Good." she said. "I'm always up late." she added. "What about you? You just get home or something?"

"A little while ago." he said with a nod, heading over to her bed and sitting himself down on it. For a moment or two his attention was fixed on a small tear in his pants and then he glanced up at his sister again. "Had a date with Jessalyn."

"Another one, huh?" Breezy asked, pulling a pillow into her lap and leaning back against the wall. "How'd it go? Are you a man yet?" She just had to give him shit. It was part of the territory.

"It went good..." he said, despite the flushing on his cheeks. "And no, ass." he muttered. "I can make it past two dates without screwing. Unlike some people I know." he teased.

"I don't screw, I suck dick. Big difference." Breezy replied, deadpan. Her voice was quieter though. Her parents may be sleeping, but they were home, and Breezy was careful when they were home. If either of them ever heard her say something like that she'd be locked in the basement until her wedding day.

"Well I didn't do that either. Well... she didn't do that... whatever. You know what I mean." He just had this lovely habit of talking himself into a hole didn't he? She'd probably have a field day with that little slip up. "Do you think that if I got married and my wife didn't like me, she could get a divorce?" he questioned as if out of nowhere because, well it was. His attention had been focused on that question for a while now.

"Well I would hope you didn't!" Breezy snorted, having to really fight not to laugh. That was awesome. "Is there something about this girl you're not telling me?" she asked, making quotation marks in the air with her fingers. Then he went and said something random and she was staring at him like he'd grown a second head. "Of course not." she said. "If I thought divorcing the guy would ever be an option I'd be fine then, wouldn't I? Women don't have those rights for us."

"Well what if the husband was like... defective. Like she didn't care that he was a dreamweaver or whatever but that he was fucked up or something. I've been thinking... like way too much and like what if the chick I marry just doesn't want a guy that can't even pay attention to her?" Or anything for that matter.

Breezy was still staring at him stupidly. "Defective? Like... can't get it up? I am so not following you here." she said, shaking her head. "Be more specific."

"I can get it up, fucker." he muttered. "No I mean like... me. I'm fucked up in like my brain or something and I just can't..." He paused for a long moment trying to come up with the best explanation for what he wanted to say. "I don't know. My head can't keep one thing straight for more than five minutes. I bounce around like a fucking ping-pong ball. What if whoever mom and dad strap me with is like 'fuck this fucker' and leaves?"

"I don't think it's your brain that matters so much as the ability to make babies and continue the species." Breezy pointed out. "If the bitch leaves you, you're off the hook. Where is this coming from, anyway? Did you and Jessalyn have a fight or something?"

"No..." he told her, shaking his head. "We're not fighting, it's like the complete opposite of that. Maybe I'm just trying to find a way out of getting married..." he shrugged, keeping his voice down. "I mean... what are my options? Get married to some chick who's totally not going to like me and hope she gets a divorce? Run the fuck off and get away from it all? I just... the more I think about it, the more I agree with you... about not wanting to do it.."

Breezy stared at him as he talked and tried to be sympathetic. Really, she did. The problem was that she was spectacularly bad at it. "Well, good news Madock, you're a guy. Mom and Dad will let you put it off as long as you want. Nolan's 26 and he's still telling them he's not ready. You have rights and opportunities I don't. Even if they did find you a girl, you could tell them she's not good enough and the fuckers would agree with you."

"Yeah, but... I'd feel shitty either way. Could you imagine if the guy mom and dad pick for you was like 'fuck that bitch, she's not good enough'? Don't you think it'd hurt? I mean even if you didn't want to get married having someone turn you down would just... suck."

"Are you kidding?" Breezy asked, having to practically shove her face in her pillow. "I'd throw a fucking party! That would put me completely off the hook, and I wouldn't have to marry the little cockgobbler! I beg the ancestors every fucking night for that very thing to happen!"

Maybe she was right, but Madock still felt pretty shitty about the situation. "Well.. yeah.. I guess so. Maybe the chick mom and dad pick will just love getting turned down by me." he smiled. "Or maybe you and me can just haul ass after I graduate." he smirked. "Get the fuck out before you take the plunge."

"There you go." Breezy said. "As long as I'm back in time for Mom and Dad to throw me down the aisle." she said, rolling her eyes. If she didn't come back she'd still have to deal with the whole disowning problem, which was something she wasn't willing to do.

He scrunched his nose at the thought of returning if he left. "Do you think mom and dad would disown me if I married someone who wasn't a dreamweaver?" he questioned, already knowing the answer. Perhaps just wanting to instill that in himself.

Breezy smiled softly, suddenly finding it a bit easier to be sympathetic. He was a big ole idiot sometimes, but he was her brother, and she loved the moron. He didn't deserve this position any more than she did. "I don't know." she said, lightly. "I know as a boy you can get away with a lot more... I just don't know where the line is."

"Well maybe if I just run off and elope and come back with a baby or something and hand it to mom and say 'meet your grandchild' she'll be too 'oh my god! how adorable!' to really give a shit. Maybe."

Breezy giggled slightly. "Sadly, I think that would probably be the case. She's still waiting for one of her boys to give her a grandbaby." she pointed out. "So if that's your plan, here's hoping you weren't lying about that getting it up thing."

"I can get it up just fine, ask Jessalyn." he said, forgetting his filter and saying the whole thing aloud without meaning to. He didn't even notice it for a few seconds and then it clicked that he'd uttered the statement aloud and not in his brain. "I uh... yeah... ignore that."

Breezy put her face in her pillow, shoulders shaking with muffled laughter for a moment. "Nice." she said. "Class is so not in our genes." she said, shaking her head. "Your kids are fucked."

"Entirely." he agreed with a nod. "Really fucking fucked." It was about this time that that little tear in his jeans caught his attention again for a few seconds and he picked at it, succeeding only in making the tiny hole a bigger one. "I wrote a long ass letter to the ancestors." he told her. "Maybe they can help my brain figure itself out."

"Your brain making sense of something? Jesus, Mad, don't ask for a miracle." Breezy replied, teasingly. "You'd be better off asking not to be lost for five minutes." she added, smirking. Then she shrugged. "You'll figure it out. Or start taking lessons from Nolan. One or the other."

"Or maybe my brain'll explode because I keep trying to make it focus. Then I'll be dead and I won't have to worry about figuring anything out."

"Either way. It'd probably be a nice break." Breezy pointed out. "Don't worry about it so much. This is the time you're supposed to be having fun."

"Fun. Yes. Having plenty of fun." he assured her. "Still thinking about it, but trying to push it aside for right now because making out is definitely taking a front seat over nuptials."

"It's great for that." Breezy agreed, grinning widely. "Now you know why I do it so much!" Okay, Madock probably didn't want to know that. Too bad.

Madock didn't particularly care for knowing that his sister made out all the time, but at least now he was more understanding of it because damn it was fun. A little grin slid across his face and he nodded. "Yeah. Definitely." He wanted to talk to her about the werewolf stuff, but he wasn't all that sure how Breezy would take to that information so he kept his mouth shut, for now. "So what'd you do all night?" he questioned.

"I got roped into baby-sitting." Breezy said, making a face. "I don't know what the hell Mom and Dad are gonna do when their built-in babysitter is gone." God knows they wouldn't ask a boy to give up his weekend. "I was supposed to go out with Gabe. What did you do on your date? Other than make out."

"We went to a movie... and then to the lakeshore. We walked around and stuff. I froze my ass off." Mostly anyway, Jessalyn was more than a little warm and making out was also good for keeping warm.

"It's too frickin' cold out there for that nature crap." Breezy said, shaking her head. "Better you than me." God, she couldn't believe she was going to be stuck with these winters for the rest of her life.

"Well... I didn't mind it so much." he smiled, thinking about the whole date for a moment with the little grin smeared on his face. Coming back to reality, he focused on Breezy. "What were you and Gabe supposed to do? Wait... do I wanna know?"

Breezy shrugged. "Didn't ask, don't care." she said. "He got a new car. Might need help christening it." It was too easy to squick her brothers out. She just couldn't resist. "Whatever it is, it's out of the house."

"I wonder if I asked for a new car if mom and dad would give me one." he smirked. "Think I could weasel it outta them?" Madock never knew. With his parents anything was possible.