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fairyficSummary: Luke couldn’t often afford to flaunt his relationship status to many people. This is, of course, a problem, when someone appears to want to date him, unknowing that he is in a relationship already; especially when he’s convinced said someone has a completely platonic evening in mind.
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As Luke slid a jacket on over his shirt, Crow leaned against the wall next to the doorway. His arms were crossed, and his eyebrows furrowed, clearly unhappy with the events unfolding before him. The events that he really had no place to try and prevent. But also the events that he could, in fact, complain about.
Which he did. Once again asking, with a clear bitter tone, “You’re really going, huh?”
Luke properly got the jacket settled, and then smiled sincerely. “Why, of course. A gentleman is to heed a lady’s request, after all.”
Crow rolled his eyes, then kept them away from Luke, burning a hole into the wall. Again with the ‘a gentleman always’ thing... He was starting to suspect Luke (as well as the professor) just made up what a gentleman ‘always did’, to get their way.
He snapped his gaze back to Luke, a clear look of frustration on his face. “But this isn’t any lady. It’s Arianna.”
Luke chuckled, unaffected by Crow’s annoyance. If anything, at this point, he found his boyfriend’s jealousy rather charming. It was nice to feel wanted. “Yes, Arianna. My childhood friend. What’s so ridiculous about a childhood friend inviting another over for cake?”
“It’s different when that childhood friend had a crush on you!”
“She never said she had a crush on me, Lovebird.”
“She KISSED YOU!” Crow broke his calm stance to bury his face in his hands and groan. Luke was about as oblivious as a rock when it came to flirting and romance; he knew that better than anyone when he had been trying to subtly flirt with him before asking him out.
“On the cheek,” Luke replied, tapping his cheek with his index finger. “That could have been friendly. Besides, even if she had a crush on me-“ Before Crow could say anything, he quickly added, “Which she didn’t; that doesn’t mean that she is interested in me now.”
“She asked you to come alone!”
“There are lots of reasons Arianna could have asked me to come alone.”
“Yeah, including wanting to steal y-!“ Crow bit his tongue, and put his hand over his mouth. He had a feeling that it was too late to shut himself up, though.
Luke sighed, his eyes saddening, and finally moving to get closer to his partner, placing both hands on his shoulder. “Crow...”
Crow kept his hand on his mouth, and pointedly looked away.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Luke continued, putting a hand to Crow’s cheek lovingly.
Crow still wouldn’t meet Luke’s eyes, glaring at the wall. After a short moment, his eyes softened, and his voice came out quiet, as he let his hand drop to his side. “Ari... Doesn’t know about us, does she?”
Luke’s face got struck with a bit of surprise, then a gentle sort of apologetic. “Love Dove, she’s close to my father, and-“
“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” And Crow did seem to get it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be unhappy about it.
There was a moment of silence. Luke dropped his hands from Crow’s shoulders, and instead fidgeted with his jacket.
After a long moment, Crow looked back at Luke for the first time in a while. “I’m sorry. I know it’s dumb. But... Nobody really knows about us, and I just... I just get worried that...” His gaze fell to the floor heavily, like it had been work to look at Luke. “That people will want to take you for themselves.”
Luke made a soft noise, but didn’t know how to verbally respond in an appropriate way.
After a moment of thinking, Luke muttered, “Oh.” He reached to the coat hanger, and took Crow’s scarf; the one that he was known for, the one that was undeniably his; and then wrapped it around his neck. Anyone from Misthallery would recognize it as Crow’s scarf. “It’s cold outside, you know?” he said, and though the words sounded like bad smalltalk, the tone behind it was much more than that.
Crow looked up at Luke, and his face flushed red, just slightly. His eyebrows arched upwards in surprise. “Ah...”
His eyes slowly shifted from surprise to thankfulness, and he gently pulled Luke closer by his waist, before kissing his forehead. “Just in case, right?” he muttered.
“Mmhmm.”
Just in case of the cold. But also just in case anyone needed a silent hint that Luke’s heart belonged to another.
J for ‘just in case’? More like J for jealousy, am I right?
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
As Luke slid a jacket on over his shirt, Crow leaned against the wall next to the doorway. His arms were crossed, and his eyebrows furrowed, clearly unhappy with the events unfolding before him. The events that he really had no place to try and prevent. But also the events that he could, in fact, complain about.
Which he did. Once again asking, with a clear bitter tone, “You’re really going, huh?”
Luke properly got the jacket settled, and then smiled sincerely. “Why, of course. A gentleman is to heed a lady’s request, after all.”
Crow rolled his eyes, then kept them away from Luke, burning a hole into the wall. Again with the ‘a gentleman always’ thing... He was starting to suspect Luke (as well as the professor) just made up what a gentleman ‘always did’, to get their way.
He snapped his gaze back to Luke, a clear look of frustration on his face. “But this isn’t any lady. It’s Arianna.”
Luke chuckled, unaffected by Crow’s annoyance. If anything, at this point, he found his boyfriend’s jealousy rather charming. It was nice to feel wanted. “Yes, Arianna. My childhood friend. What’s so ridiculous about a childhood friend inviting another over for cake?”
“It’s different when that childhood friend had a crush on you!”
“She never said she had a crush on me, Lovebird.”
“She KISSED YOU!” Crow broke his calm stance to bury his face in his hands and groan. Luke was about as oblivious as a rock when it came to flirting and romance; he knew that better than anyone when he had been trying to subtly flirt with him before asking him out.
“On the cheek,” Luke replied, tapping his cheek with his index finger. “That could have been friendly. Besides, even if she had a crush on me-“ Before Crow could say anything, he quickly added, “Which she didn’t; that doesn’t mean that she is interested in me now.”
“She asked you to come alone!”
“There are lots of reasons Arianna could have asked me to come alone.”
“Yeah, including wanting to steal y-!“ Crow bit his tongue, and put his hand over his mouth. He had a feeling that it was too late to shut himself up, though.
Luke sighed, his eyes saddening, and finally moving to get closer to his partner, placing both hands on his shoulder. “Crow...”
Crow kept his hand on his mouth, and pointedly looked away.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Luke continued, putting a hand to Crow’s cheek lovingly.
Crow still wouldn’t meet Luke’s eyes, glaring at the wall. After a short moment, his eyes softened, and his voice came out quiet, as he let his hand drop to his side. “Ari... Doesn’t know about us, does she?”
Luke’s face got struck with a bit of surprise, then a gentle sort of apologetic. “Love Dove, she’s close to my father, and-“
“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” And Crow did seem to get it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be unhappy about it.
There was a moment of silence. Luke dropped his hands from Crow’s shoulders, and instead fidgeted with his jacket.
After a long moment, Crow looked back at Luke for the first time in a while. “I’m sorry. I know it’s dumb. But... Nobody really knows about us, and I just... I just get worried that...” His gaze fell to the floor heavily, like it had been work to look at Luke. “That people will want to take you for themselves.”
Luke made a soft noise, but didn’t know how to verbally respond in an appropriate way.
After a moment of thinking, Luke muttered, “Oh.” He reached to the coat hanger, and took Crow’s scarf; the one that he was known for, the one that was undeniably his; and then wrapped it around his neck. Anyone from Misthallery would recognize it as Crow’s scarf. “It’s cold outside, you know?” he said, and though the words sounded like bad smalltalk, the tone behind it was much more than that.
Crow looked up at Luke, and his face flushed red, just slightly. His eyebrows arched upwards in surprise. “Ah...”
His eyes slowly shifted from surprise to thankfulness, and he gently pulled Luke closer by his waist, before kissing his forehead. “Just in case, right?” he muttered.
“Mmhmm.”
Just in case of the cold. But also just in case anyone needed a silent hint that Luke’s heart belonged to another.
J for ‘just in case’? More like J for jealousy, am I right?
