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A small hiss escaped his mouth at the touch of the comb to his scalp. “Bloody hell mate,” he sucked in a breath, tolerating it solely because it didn’t want to walk down the aisle a mess. Ocean eyes squinted as he let out a small chuckle. “I know how you use a scalpel and anesthesia, you’ll be missing internal organs,” he laughed out, despite the small amount of wriggling he did, his body attempting to escape the comb. It was painful to him, but he grinned and bore it. “I’m teasing…I couldn’t do it to you, you’re surprisingly nice.” he muttered, but inside he wanted to deck the poor boy for combing his hair. Wriggling a bit more, a small hiss escaped again at the sharp tugging of his now, hopefully, neat hair.

Lyle frowned, “Don’t publicize it,” he sniped before stalking away and stripping his own shirt, not caring that Liam was in the room. Wasn’t anything the man had never seen before. “Roy seems to like life without internal organs perfectly fine” Lyle laughed tugging on a white wife beater to be worn beneath his button down. Shucking his jeans Lyle set about pulling on the slate grey slacks. Hating every second of it. Evan was lucky that she was scary because if she wasn’t he would go to this whatever it was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. “Welcome to the family” He threw over his shoulder offering a slight smile as he shrugged his button down on.

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thaniellaimjoseph:

“She talks about you a lot, at our appointments,” he muttered stupidly. His ocean eyes landed on him, “Alaizabel talk about you like you’re her religion, asking if there’s anything she needs to take, to get healthier for you,” he didn’t really know why he was saying it, but it fell from his lips, sweet and soft. Maybe it was because he was family, and he had some semblance of a brother now. “And through her, I learned so much about Eloa, and I know the love they share, and I could never hurt your sister, because if I do…” he stopped wondering if he was even allowed to say what he wanted to. Vest snugly on, Liam smiled coyly at Lyle, then looking down at his shoes again. “I hurt her, and she’s been through too much to hurt…but most of all I couldn’t face her if I hurt Eloa. She’s much scarier than you,” he laughed out, trying to make sure his hair wasn’t to mussed up. “Sorry, but it’s true,” he smiled, thanking him with his bright, excited eyes.

A warmth fluttered through his limbs at the mention of how Alaizabel spoke about him, he was sure it only showed in his eyes though. An undignified snort fell from him as Liam called his sister scary. “Yeah, trust me I know how scary she can be. That’d be why my credit card is her something borrowed” They hadn’t even been in London for five minutes before Evan wrangled him into a full Nelson demanding his credit card. He wasn’t sure how she did it, or where she kept the muscle hidden but she’d won that battle. Running off promising to give it back to him later. “But she’d die before she hurt you, leaving me, the man who did MMA to get over his severe anger issues,” Lyle chimed a little too brightly. In reality he really would have no problem throttling Liam if any harm befell his sister. He’d beat Liam into the ground before he even realized what he was doing. Picking up a brush he manhandled Liam back into the chair, neatening his hair. “Like sister like brother” he scoffed at his ability to style a man’s hair.

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thaniellaimjoseph:

Blinking slowly as Lyle fixed his tie, a small flush of color spread over his cheeks at the words that met him. “I think it’d be the same, your sister…” he stopped, closing his ocean blue eyes for a second. Her startling bright ones loomed in his mind, twinkling with so much promise and mirth it made him smile softly before opening his eyes. “Well, your sister makes me feel like she saved me from being alone forever. From myself, all my insecurities vanish when I am with her. It’s like I am no longer they shy, reserved, nerd who can’t land a decent girl, I’m her husband, and her’s alone…” he trailed off realizing how close he was to being her’s forever legally. “I can’t bear to think about what would happen if we fell apart, but you probably know that feeling. I see how you look at Alaizabel, so it’s not like any of this is news to you about how a man can fall hopelessly in love with someone so damn quickly.” he chuckled nervously at his future brother-in-law.

Blue grey eyes looked up once he was done adjusting his future brother-in-law’s tie. A slight fond smile tugging at his lips at the mention of Alaizabel. No, he’d never really thought about what losing Alaizabel would be like, not after New Orleans. Maybe he had confidence the other man lacked, or maybe his ego was just over inflated. “I can’t tell you if you changed her or not, I knew her a grand total of three days before you did” Lyle surmised as he picked Liam’s vest up from the chair he’d been sitting in. Shaking it out gently he held it out for the other man to put on. “But, she isn’t the woman I saw on Maris’ porch that day anymore. I can assure you of that much. She’s not searching for a family, your were the last puzzle piece to be put into place, if you will” Words were writing themselves in his head, perhaps he’d write something and publish that singularly. Something for his sister and her husband. “I don’t think I have to warn you about hurting her, but just to get it out of the way, that whole sibling discount on unmarked graves, Evan’s not the only one who has it. Brother-in-law” Lyle muttered absently, grinning wickedly as he circled around Liam to button the vest up. This was oddly second nature to him by this point.

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thaniellaimjoseph:

Liam wasn’t really all that nervous, more just anxious about the whole thing. He was half dressed, pacing and fiddling with the various fixings of his tuxedo. His father had his old one, from the last wedding, but Liam refused to even look at the black suit. Instead, Joseph quickly brought out his old tux. Smoky gray suit, with a cream shirt, cream vest and tie that had a light gold design. It was antique, and as Liam half struggled to put the tie on, he was startled by the deep voice of the man read Frost. Blinking his ocean blues at him, Liam chuckled shyly. “Sorry mate, i’s just, last time I was gussied up like this…” the pain hit him like a brick wall as he slumped in the chair, careful not to sit on the newly ironed blazer or vest. “Well, it just didn’t end very well,” he muttered, looking down at his too-shiny-for-this-suit shoes.

Lyle raised a brow, he knew a few scarce details of the story, of Liam’s first almost-bride. He only knew from the night when he and his sister got drunk and she blabbered on about how stupid she thought the other woman, Emily, had been. He didn’t know much about Liam, but he had to agree with his sister. Purely for the reason that the Brit had never done a single thing to upset her. Closing his book with a snap Lyle stood sighing loudly. “Up” he commanded leaving zero room for questioning. His features cool and complacent. Once the older man was standing Lyle set about fixing and straightening his tie, undoing it and retying it with nimble fingers. If there was anything he owed a thank you to Aubin for it was this. “Forget about her. Evan could die today and she would haunt your skinny ass because she couldn’t possibly exist without you” Lyle stated firmly, it was a trait directly passed down from his father. Tones in his voice and movements of his limbs cold and in charge of every detail of the universe. He very rarely held himself like this, only when he was intent on convincing someone of an idea that they were missing.

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Evan had been tugged away along with Alaizabel to get gussied for the whatever this was being called, there was no way it was a wedding ceremony, but it wasn’t really a shotgun wedding either. His bones ached from the long flight and the last thing that he wanted to do was get dressed in a tux, but he wasn’t all that interested to feel Evan’s wrath. At least he had time, too hairless to require any sort of brush, and too used to getting into tuxes to need very long. Three hours was plenty of time for him to lounge in an arm chair and read Frost. Glancing up at his sister’s fiance as he fumbled with whatever part of his tux he was yanking on. Lyle couldn’t help but to snort softly, he knew that Liam had a good five years on him but that didn’t mean Lyle was any less inclined to call the excitement borderline childish and adorable. “The point of clothing is to cover yourself, not kill yourself” He chided making no attempt to sit up from his chair, nor look away from the words on the page.