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fairyficSummary: Right when Crow is about to get to sleep, he is suddenly hit with a wave of questions from Luke.
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“Why did you decide to grow out your hair?”
Crow muttered incoherently at first, opening his eyes slowly. He was immediately greeted Luke was laying next to him, face-to-face, only inches away. Their chatter had ended a little while ago, and Crow had assumed they were going to sleep now, before Luke had suddenly spoken after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
In response, Crow raised an eyebrow, lazily. It was hard to keep his eyes opened. “Why?”
“I just realized I never found out why, is all!” Luke smiled so brightly it practically lit up the dark room, and Crow knew he couldn’t just not answer.
“Mm.” Crow shifted just slightly, pulling the blankets higher up his arm after they had slid off. “Well, when I was younger, Ma couldn’t afford haircuts, and we didn’t have any scissors sharp enough to cut hair. So, I just decided to let it grow for a while. After a few months, I decided I liked it, because it kept me warm when I let it down. So... That’s that.” He shrugged, then buried his face just a tad into the pillow, as a silent indicator that he was done talking.
Luke didn’t seem to take the hint, as he followed that up with, “Did you have a favorite book series when you were younger?”
Crow paused for a beat, to consider the question, before responding with, “Didn’t read much. Couldn’t afford to buy books, or have a library card. But the teacher let me borrow a few Harry Potter books, when I ran out of things to read for book reports, ‘nd that’s the closest I got to reading a whole book series.”
“Who was your favorite character?”
“I think it was Ron...” Crow pointedly closed his eyes after answering, and buried himself under the blankets further. He was tired, and, as much as he loved to talk to Luke, he loved it slightly less when it was this late, and he was this tired.
“Were you surprised when he ended with Hermoine?”
Crow managed to open his eyes again, even if his eyelids felt heavy. “Bluebird, it’s late... What’s with this interview, all of a sudden...?”
Luke looked a bit surprised at Crow’s question, before he curled up a bit and smiled bashfully. “Hehe... It’s just that... I like to hear you talk sometimes... You know?”
Crow sighed gently in response, pulling Luke closer, and beginning to run his hands through his hair. That seemed to help him relax, as he felt Luke uncurl and lean up to him. “Well, you can hear me talk in the morning,” he murmured, before pressing a lazy smooch to Luke’s cheek. “Alright...?”
Luke returned the hug, burying his face in Crow’s neck. “Mmhmm...”
Once again, the room was silent. Crow listened closely to the even breathing of Luke, and felt his hot breath puffing against his neck. Naturally, his eyes drifted shut again, and he melted back into the pillow and mattress, his breathing slowing...
Suddenly, Crow’s eyes snapped opened.
“Wait, Ron ended with Hermoine?”
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
“Why did you decide to grow out your hair?”
Crow muttered incoherently at first, opening his eyes slowly. He was immediately greeted Luke was laying next to him, face-to-face, only inches away. Their chatter had ended a little while ago, and Crow had assumed they were going to sleep now, before Luke had suddenly spoken after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
In response, Crow raised an eyebrow, lazily. It was hard to keep his eyes opened. “Why?”
“I just realized I never found out why, is all!” Luke smiled so brightly it practically lit up the dark room, and Crow knew he couldn’t just not answer.
“Mm.” Crow shifted just slightly, pulling the blankets higher up his arm after they had slid off. “Well, when I was younger, Ma couldn’t afford haircuts, and we didn’t have any scissors sharp enough to cut hair. So, I just decided to let it grow for a while. After a few months, I decided I liked it, because it kept me warm when I let it down. So... That’s that.” He shrugged, then buried his face just a tad into the pillow, as a silent indicator that he was done talking.
Luke didn’t seem to take the hint, as he followed that up with, “Did you have a favorite book series when you were younger?”
Crow paused for a beat, to consider the question, before responding with, “Didn’t read much. Couldn’t afford to buy books, or have a library card. But the teacher let me borrow a few Harry Potter books, when I ran out of things to read for book reports, ‘nd that’s the closest I got to reading a whole book series.”
“Who was your favorite character?”
“I think it was Ron...” Crow pointedly closed his eyes after answering, and buried himself under the blankets further. He was tired, and, as much as he loved to talk to Luke, he loved it slightly less when it was this late, and he was this tired.
“Were you surprised when he ended with Hermoine?”
Crow managed to open his eyes again, even if his eyelids felt heavy. “Bluebird, it’s late... What’s with this interview, all of a sudden...?”
Luke looked a bit surprised at Crow’s question, before he curled up a bit and smiled bashfully. “Hehe... It’s just that... I like to hear you talk sometimes... You know?”
Crow sighed gently in response, pulling Luke closer, and beginning to run his hands through his hair. That seemed to help him relax, as he felt Luke uncurl and lean up to him. “Well, you can hear me talk in the morning,” he murmured, before pressing a lazy smooch to Luke’s cheek. “Alright...?”
Luke returned the hug, burying his face in Crow’s neck. “Mmhmm...”
Once again, the room was silent. Crow listened closely to the even breathing of Luke, and felt his hot breath puffing against his neck. Naturally, his eyes drifted shut again, and he melted back into the pillow and mattress, his breathing slowing...
Suddenly, Crow’s eyes snapped opened.
“Wait, Ron ended with Hermoine?”
