Let's say, hypothetically, that Eleanor accidentally found out I could see the future. In this hypothetical situation, how would I go about explaining myself? Also, in this hypothetical situation, I would very much appreciate some HELP. IN KITCHEN. WHAT THE HELL DO I SAY?

"What a bloody idiot," Flynn grumbled, the illumination of his phone screen contrasting so much against the darkness surrounding him that he had to squint to read the text message. It hurt his eyes a bit, to be honest, to be staring at a glaring screen when he had only just been on the verge of sleep. Especially when the communication he had received wasn't exactly bearing the best news.

But, in all honesty, it was something that he had expected to happen ever since the adorable little ginger carrot had bounded up to him in the school hallway and announced his undying love for a girl he had just met. It had seemed ridiculous at the time, to hear of a fourteen-year-old boy declaring his experience of love at first sight. But Liam had been smiling. And that small miracle hadn't occurred in at least a year. Not a proper one, anyway. So he had humoured him, ignoring the thousands of thoughts that told him it could go horribly wrong. Because he knew what secrets did to people who loved each other. He had been forced to watch as the whispered unsaid tore his family apart from the inside out.

He pulled the covers off of himself, being ignited by the silent, cold air of his bedroom as he left the warm, cosy bed behind him and opened the large, heavy wooden door that led him out onto the landing, feet padding on the smooth wood panels of the floor as he made his way downstairs. The door creaked shut behind him just as Flynn reached the carpeted part of the long hallway.

He could see a figure at the bottom of the stairs, a cloud of murky air surrounding him as he leaned against the wall; the only illumination of his figure being the moonlight battling through the windows on either side of the front door. Flynn could only make out what he assumed to be dark clothes, and a hand holding up something that he presumed to be a cigarette. The glowing red end cutting through the smoke. Dark hair. "Nate, I thought you agreed to stop smoking. It's literally killing you, man."

The figure didn't respond and, as Flynn descended further into the smoke, he had to struggle not to cough as the polluted air came close to entering his lungs. And, it was when he squinted through the puffs of nicotine that he noticed the shadowed figure to not be Nate at all. His jawline wasn't quite as sharp, hair a little bit of a darker brown and eyes so near to the shade of black that the light bouncing off of them almost appeared to glow in the darkness. 

Flynn's breath caught in his throat, and he fought the urge to swear when the bastard purposefully blew a puff of smoke right into his face, lips turning up around the cigarette as the sounds of fiddling with a lighter switch erupted from inside the pocket of his leather jacket.

He remembered the vision Nate had had about him, the insane spark of fear in his eyes as he blurted out the truth of his identity. And Flynn supposed that he should have been a little afraid of having such an entity standing in his household, but he wasn't. His emotions were worn out, quite frankly. He had barely gotten over the sight of his best friend coughing up blood. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He completely ignored the question, pushing off the wall and snapping his fingers in one quick motion so that both the cigarette and the smoke surrounding it disappeared in the blink of an eye. "As much as I very much appreciate your concern for my health, I assure you that a cigarette can't kill what's already dead."

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"Where the hell is he?" Nate grumbled out angrily, jaw clenched tightly as he glared down at the kitchen counter. He had come to the kitchen as soon as he had received Liam's message, panic residing deep in his very bones as the ticking of the clock in his mind finally struck twelve. His time had run out. Time had been counting down before he even realised that there was a deadline. And now he couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes. To see the questioning rupture in her gaze when she looked at him. Begging for him to tell her that he hadn't been lying to her this entire time. He couldn't possibly imagine how confused she must have been, especially after the trauma she had already experienced.

His fists clenched under the table.

Eleanor sat next to Liam on the opposite side of the counter to Nate, twirling a strand of hair around her fingers until it was so tight that it physically hurt her scalp. She was looking at Nate, who had walked in on her frantically wiping her eyes as Liam hastily apologised for hugging her, blushing profusely as he anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. And, for the first time, she had found herself preferring to talk to Liam rather than his brooding counterpart. Because Liam had helped her out, coming clean when he knew she needed to eliminate some of her confusion. 

But Nate remained silent about the subject. 

Only making it more painful as he forced her to come to the conclusion that he didn't trust her with his secret. Which, of course, wasn't the truth. Far from it, actually, as he was only attempting to prevent her from hating him. To stop her from viewing him as someone different. Because he wasn't.  He was still, and would always be, her Nate. His gift didn't change that. And he was afraid she would walk away from him. Think he was a liar who had deceived and manipulated her all along. Which, again, was far from what her reaction would really be, but, hey, doubts and misunderstandings were most common between two people who cared for one another. Their concern for the other person was why they continued to hurt each other. In the end, attempting to cover up the truth for fear of hurting them was what ended up breaking both of the parties involved in the relationship. And this was a painful irony, really, because this meant it was possible to care too much. 

"Why do we need Flynn to explain the fact that you can all see the future? Surely you can just tell me yourselves, it's not like I haven't worked it out already." Nate sighed at Eleanor's words, muttering under his breath as he cursed how idiotic it was to not clear away the evidence. He was also slightly pissed at Liam who had, in fact, casually let slip a secret that their whole kind had been keeping for centuries. But, then again, putting himself in Liam's shoes knowing what Eleanor had been through and how confused she must have been, he couldn't exactly imagine himself doing anything different.

Liam let out something that was halfway between a groan of exasperation and a yawn. He was really peeved off with himself, in all honesty. He had blurted out a secret kept safe pretty much since the dawn of time and probably made a girl feel really uncomfortable with a completely unprovoked hug. Oh, and not to mention speaking comforting words to said girl which contradicted everything he had ever forced her to feel for him. 

In his head, when he comforted Eleanor they were under a starlit sky, foreheads pressed together as it began to rain. Laughing. And then a random band of invisible violinists started playing a romantic melody that gradually built to a gentle crescendo. "We need Flynn to explain things because I," Liam gestured to himself, "am horrible at explaining things and would probably make it seem as if we belong to some sort of delusional cult and this guy over here," he waved his arms at Nate who had rested his head on his arms as he glared at him from across the counter, "is in his angry, brooding mode which by default means everything he speaks will be depressing and completely demoralising."

Nate raised his body off the counter, unfolding his arms so that he could rest the top of his head against the palm of his hand. "Are you sure that you texted him to come down here, Liam?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Where the hell is he then?"

"He could be sleeping still, I suppose. Maybe he fell asleep before he got the message."

"You really think he could so easily fall asleep after seeing Luke like that?"

"Well, where else could he be?"

"Standing in the doorway," Eleanor said with a small smile, grateful that explanations could finally be offered so that she would be able to have the peace she needed to fall asleep. However, Flynn didn't return her smile of relief, his features taut as his blue eyes seemed to convey something to Liam who immediately tensed up beside her. Nate, also, who had angled his body to face his friend, had his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at another figure lurking in the dark shadows of the hallway. And swore.

The dark figure stepped into the light, standing at such an angle as he leaned against the doorframe that the light from the kitchen cast murky lines on his face where the contrast between his cheekbones and the rest of his skin met in an almost sinister manner. He had his arms crossed over his leather jacket-clad chest, assessing the room with furrowed eyebrows and dark eyes that didn't seem to miss anything. His gaze landed on Eleanor for a little longer than it should have done, and she wasn't in such a state that she could even think of looking away. Brendan. "Hello everyone, I'm Death, although I'm certain you boys knew that already. And, as much as I would love to stay and catch up, I'm looking for Fate. You haven't seen him by any chance, have you?