thisfaceismine | [2/15] morning after

Though hardly a stranger to hangovers, this one it seems, is particularly heinous.

There's a ringing at his door, the sound piercing through the fog in his brain as he buries a groan into his pillow. His entire body aches, his muscles heavy and he closes his eyes tight against the bad dreams that have apparently decided to pervade his conscious thoughts.

"Fuck off," he grumbles when the bell sounds again, followed quickly by a firm, but polite knock.

Groaning loudly then, Freddie shoves his covers off his shoulders and swings his legs to the floor, frowning against the immediately intense pounding in his head. "I said fuck off," he growls though he's already padding his way through his flat, clad in the same pair of briefs and dress shirt from the night before. He'd gotten as far as unbuttoning, it seems, before he'd given up.

He doesn't bother checking the eyelet to see who's bothering him so early and his lips twist into a confused frown when he finds Noah on the other side, beaming up at him.

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"Yes, on purpose," Freddie says with no hint of remorse. "It's not like it was actually him. Not my fault he's got no sense of humour."

He pauses then, still rather amused by the whole thing even if it had earned him some undue attention. There are worse things Magnus could have done by now so perhaps he's gotten over it. The wine, after all, had infected at least half the people in attendance; it hadn't been solely to fuck with him.

"You're older than me, you realize," he says. "Or, well." He pauses then, brow furrowing as he reconsiders. "I'm twenty-four, but it was twenty-fourteen in my world. And it's twenty-seventeen now so I s'pose I'll be twenty-seven in a few weeks." He scoffs then, shaking his head. "No, think not. I'm not skipping two years just because the calendar here is weird. You're still older."

"You know he's engaged now, right?" Noah asks, tilting his head so he can see Freddie again. Unless Magnus holds grudges he probably doesn't care very much anymore about what Freddie did.

"No, I never aged. I still don't age. But at least here in a way I do because I experience time like anyone else. Back home time was all happening at once, so it's...weird. It's hard to explain," he says, absently combing his fingers through his hair, squeezing it between his fingers until it ended and then doing it again. "And it was two thousand and thirteen for me."

Freddie hadn't known that, no, but somehow he's not surprised. He does wonder how it is Noah knows, though. If that means he's friend with Magnus.

He decides not to ask.

"D'you even celebrate your birthday then?" he asks, lips curled in a thoughtful frown. "Or would it be more appropriate to throw a death day party?"

Noah is friends with Magnus, but Freddie doesn't ask out loud so Noah decides not to answer. He doesn't want to be too overwhelming with how many thoughts he answers, he doesn't want people always thinking about and paranoid about how he can hear them.

He snorts softly. "Eh. I don't know. Last year I went out for gelato with my friends." Before that he never mentioned a birthday. It hadn't seemed relevant. He looks over at Freddie with a slow grin. "It's April sixth if you want to get me a present."

That seems like a very wholesome and very Noah sort of celebration, Freddie thinks. Freddie, on the other hand, had gone to a club with a some mates where he'd got blitzed and copped off with four boys at once on the back couch. He honestly can't say he remembers too much of the night in any great detail, which is likely both a blessing and a curse.

"Mine's March thirteenth," he says with a grin to match Noah's. "So you first, yeah? Though I still maintain you're older."

Noah rolls his eyes. "Okay, keep thinking so, but when you actually grow older, I'll always be able to look young. Think about that when you get wrinkles," he says with a laugh, reaching over to poke Freddie's cheek.

Of course, there isn't a good chance either of them will still be here by then, but Noah tries not to dwell on the capriciousness of this place since it's the only place he can even exist like this.

With a huff of a laugh, Freddie pulls away and swats at Noah's hand. There's still a dull pounding behind his eyes, but it's no longer unbearable and he finds Noah's presence in his flat oddly comforting.

Maybe he can do this, he thinks. This friends thing. There's no reason to be disappointed in that.

"Can you really make your body do whatever you want?" he asks because it's not the first time Noah's mentioned this age thing. "If you can make it so you never age, can you also, like... dunno. Make it so you look entirely different? Taller or whatever? Give yourself different colored eyes, that sorta thing."

Noah leans back against his side of the couch and makes a face, something between unsure and thoughtful. "I think I can," he says slowly, trying to recall all the things Dorian told him. Maybe he should have written it down just to be safe. "But I've never tried. I don't think I'd want to, I just like being me."

"The most I've really done is healing injuries, like skateboarding scrapes," he says, and then grins wickedly for a moment. "And the dick thing." He raises his index finger and laughs.

Freddie remembers well the dick thing and he certainly can't blame Noah for taking advantage. And tries not to be disappointed by the fact that he'll not get to benefit now.

"Think I'd give it a shot with breasts if I had the chance. Have you not?"

"No!" Noah groans, sprawling back on the couch in a position of long suffering. He kicks lightly at Freddie's legs. "Boobs on my body? That would look weird as hell. You're so weird," he laughs.

"Well, you wouldn't just pop 'em on like a Mr. Potato Head doll," Freddie laughs, making no move to defend himself against Noah's kick, but still grinning. "I mean, you'd obviously change some other things about yourself as well. You haven't wondered how it'd feel to have girl bits at all?"

Because Freddie definitely has. He's quite a bit fan of his dick and he can't say he'd likely choose being a girl for any significant amount of time, but maybe a couple days would be fun.

Noah laughs at the idea of being a Mr. Potato Head doll. He has to admit that before he'd dated Krem he hadn't given gender much thought, and since then he had wondered, but he keeps it to himself right now. "Not really. You know that can happen, though, right?" he says, sitting up a little, grinning. "It's happened to a couple people I know. They just wake up the opposite sex. It's like a Darrow curse or something."

"You're having me on," Freddie says after a moment spent just staring at Noah, expecting him to crack a smile or give Freddie's shoulder a playful shove.

But Noah does neither and Freddie thinks back to a couple weeks before when he'd chatted up the woman outside Magnus Bane's apartment, only to discover it'd been Magnus Bane himself. At the time, Freddie had thought it merely one of Magnus's magic tricks, but maybe if Noah's not joking then maybe it'd been something else entirely.

"It's not happened to you?" he asks, then wondering if it even could. If Noah can make his body manifest any way he'd like, surely he could change it back if something else messed with it.

[2/15] morning after

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