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bedesSummary: Crow hates Valentine’s day... Extremely openly. But Luke can’t help himself sometimes...
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Crow, as the infamous ‘screw society’ kid of Misthallery, wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of Valentine’s day. He was the type of teen who got annoyed at it, saying it was made by Hallmark to sell cards, or calling it ‘Singles Awareness day’. (Even when he, himself, wasn’t even single.) He hated it so openly that Luke had, on more than one occasion, said, “Eat a conversation heart and maybe you’ll calm down.”
Luke had never really minded the Hallmark beginnings of Valentine’s day, and rather enjoyed it, though he never forced Crow to participate in any festivities. He didn’t particularly mind Crow’s grumpiness with the holiday, as he grew up with Emmy, who was basically the same exact way. He simply thought it was nice to have a day dedicated to love; not just romantic, but platonic and familial.
Because of all this, Luke never visited Misthallery during Valentine’s. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t send something nice.
Crow noticed a package on his doorstep on the way back from school, before his mother came home from work, with Luke’s telltale loopy writing in permanent marker. ‘For Crow’. As much as Crow hated Valentine’s, he wasn’t about to get mad over Luke sending him a gift, knowing Crow wouldn’t do anything in return. (Even if it was to celebrate a Capitalist holiday.) He picked it up and carried it inside, before setting it on the rickety table in the kitchen. He then got a pair of scissors to open the package, careful not to hurt whatever was inside.
First thing he noticed was a note, on plain white paper. He unfolded it, raising an eyebrow to himself.
‘Hi, Crow! It’s Luke. I know that you don’t like Valentine’s because of eating the rich, so I decided not to wrap this or anything. But I wanted to get you something or other! I couldn’t resist, sorry. Besides, you complain about never having any desserts at your house because you can only afford normal food, so I decided to make you something sweet! It’s the same kind as the one you had when I had leftovers from Flora’s birthday! I hope you like it. I made it from scratch. I love you!’
Crow’s eyes lit up, and he licked his lips, remembering the time he came over a few days after Flora’s birthday celebration. She had let Luke have some of the leftover cake... Cheesecake, wasn’t it? It was delicious, better than anything he normally had...
After moving the note, his suspicions were confirmed; in a plastic case was a scrumptious-looking cheesecake. Even better-looking then the one he had with Luke... Suddenly, he felt the hunger than he typically ignored coming back, and he suddenly felt like he could gobble the whole thing down.
Crow swallowed painfully, and put the note back into the box, so it was covering the cake. He wouldn’t eat it all at once. He would savor it; maybe share it with his mother, and the rest of the Black Ravens. But he knew he wouldn’t have any self-control if he opened it now...
He left the box on the kitchen table, and wandered into his mother’s room, picking up her Blackberry phone. (She often left it at home, in fear of it getting stolen from her at work.) Crow scrolled through the contacts until he found Luke’s phone number, then typed a quick message.
‘Got the package; happy Valentine’s day Luke. - Crow’
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Crow, as the infamous ‘screw society’ kid of Misthallery, wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of Valentine’s day. He was the type of teen who got annoyed at it, saying it was made by Hallmark to sell cards, or calling it ‘Singles Awareness day’. (Even when he, himself, wasn’t even single.) He hated it so openly that Luke had, on more than one occasion, said, “Eat a conversation heart and maybe you’ll calm down.”
Luke had never really minded the Hallmark beginnings of Valentine’s day, and rather enjoyed it, though he never forced Crow to participate in any festivities. He didn’t particularly mind Crow’s grumpiness with the holiday, as he grew up with Emmy, who was basically the same exact way. He simply thought it was nice to have a day dedicated to love; not just romantic, but platonic and familial.
Because of all this, Luke never visited Misthallery during Valentine’s. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t send something nice.
Crow noticed a package on his doorstep on the way back from school, before his mother came home from work, with Luke’s telltale loopy writing in permanent marker. ‘For Crow’. As much as Crow hated Valentine’s, he wasn’t about to get mad over Luke sending him a gift, knowing Crow wouldn’t do anything in return. (Even if it was to celebrate a Capitalist holiday.) He picked it up and carried it inside, before setting it on the rickety table in the kitchen. He then got a pair of scissors to open the package, careful not to hurt whatever was inside.
First thing he noticed was a note, on plain white paper. He unfolded it, raising an eyebrow to himself.
‘Hi, Crow! It’s Luke. I know that you don’t like Valentine’s because of eating the rich, so I decided not to wrap this or anything. But I wanted to get you something or other! I couldn’t resist, sorry. Besides, you complain about never having any desserts at your house because you can only afford normal food, so I decided to make you something sweet! It’s the same kind as the one you had when I had leftovers from Flora’s birthday! I hope you like it. I made it from scratch. I love you!’
Crow’s eyes lit up, and he licked his lips, remembering the time he came over a few days after Flora’s birthday celebration. She had let Luke have some of the leftover cake... Cheesecake, wasn’t it? It was delicious, better than anything he normally had...
After moving the note, his suspicions were confirmed; in a plastic case was a scrumptious-looking cheesecake. Even better-looking then the one he had with Luke... Suddenly, he felt the hunger than he typically ignored coming back, and he suddenly felt like he could gobble the whole thing down.
Crow swallowed painfully, and put the note back into the box, so it was covering the cake. He wouldn’t eat it all at once. He would savor it; maybe share it with his mother, and the rest of the Black Ravens. But he knew he wouldn’t have any self-control if he opened it now...
He left the box on the kitchen table, and wandered into his mother’s room, picking up her Blackberry phone. (She often left it at home, in fear of it getting stolen from her at work.) Crow scrolled through the contacts until he found Luke’s phone number, then typed a quick message.
‘Got the package; happy Valentine’s day Luke. - Crow’
