2 Works by Menacherie
Carey doesn’t ever think that he’ll become a cursebreaker when he’s a kid. They’re rare, and it usually runs in families.
He thinks he might be a healer, like his mom. He remembers watching his mom heal everyone that came through the door, her hands gentle on broken bones and words gentle as she murmured blessings over every child that passed by. The purple flash of her eyes was always the most comforting sight in the world whenever he hurt himself. He remembers wanting that power for himself, wanting everyone to feel safe in his hands.
Tyler is used to being the most popular guy in a group. He’s pretty sure it has something to do with his abs and his smile, and it’s been that way since high school.
So it’s weird when he leaves his first on-ice practice with Jamie and Jordie and five people stop them to talk to Jamie about baseball. Baseball of all things. The only thing Tyler knows about baseball is that there are four bases, and he only knows that because of the sex metaphor. Or is it a simile?
“So,” Tyler says after the fourth person to stop them walks off with a wave. “Are you like, good at baseball or something?”
Jamie flushes a little and looks down. Jordie scoffs. “Good?” he says, and pulls Jamie in for a noogie. “Jamie here is the meanest greenest hitter on the damn team,” he tells Tyler. Jamie is still struggling against Jordie’s hold and finally elbows him in the stomach hard enough for Jordie to let go.