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bedesSummary: Crow had it deep in his mind that his grades would directly determine whether or not he remained poor for the rest of his life. So, as you can imagine, finals season can be hell for him.
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Crow had grown up with a heavy pressure to do well in school since he was a child. It was unintentional, of course; but his mother always stressed about how she believed she was poor because she had not done well in school. His father (before he had left them, that is) was much more overt about it. He always said, “C is crappy, B is bad, and A is acceptable!” Clearly, that was a lot to put on a young, young child, who had only been in primary school at the time. And that stress had carried into his teenage years.
Now in year 12, Crow found himself staying up later and later the night before exams. Not only to study, but because he knew he would be too stressed to sleep, even if he tried. He was at Luke’s house, so the two of them could study together, but Luke had gone to sleep a long time ago, snuggled up in his bed. Crow, on the other hand, was at Luke’s desk, with the lamp turned on, so he could stare at his study sheet. He kept running his hand through his hair (a telltale nervous habit), because, for some reason, the words wouldn’t sink into his brain.
If he failed this exam, he’d fail the grade. If he failed the grade, he would never get a job. If he never got a job, he would end up poor for life, just like his mother. Poor, struggling, divorced, and miserable.
Crow knew this. So why wouldn’t the words sink in?!
He felt tears welling up in his eyes now, and his breathing quickening. He was going to be a failure. He was going to disappoint the Black Ravens, his mother, Luke, everyone who cared about him. He couldn’t even see the words anymore, they were too blurred, but he had to try, he had to! If he failed-
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft, warm kiss on the cheek. Crow looked to the side, and saw a very sleepy, but very sympathetic Luke standing next to him, with his hand on his shoulder.
“You should get some sleep,” Luke whispered.
“But...” Crow began to protest, his eyes darting back to his notes. “But if-“
“No ifs,” Luke interrupted, and then brought his hand to Crow’s cheek to turn his head, and capture his lips in a gentle, sleepy kiss. After he pulled away, he smiled. “Just get some sleep. You won’t be able to do your best for the exams when you’re tired.”
Crow sighed, silently admitting defeat. He turned off the lamp and stood up from the desk, then let Luke lead him back to his bed. Once they were all snug under the blankets, Luke rested his head on Crow’s chest, so that Crow could rest his chin on his head, like he knew he liked to do.
“No ifs,” Luke repeated, his voice a gentle sort of loving. “Just sleep.”
I have finals two days from now, but me?! Using Crow as a self-insert for my problems?! NO! What would give you that idea?!
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Crow had grown up with a heavy pressure to do well in school since he was a child. It was unintentional, of course; but his mother always stressed about how she believed she was poor because she had not done well in school. His father (before he had left them, that is) was much more overt about it. He always said, “C is crappy, B is bad, and A is acceptable!” Clearly, that was a lot to put on a young, young child, who had only been in primary school at the time. And that stress had carried into his teenage years.
Now in year 12, Crow found himself staying up later and later the night before exams. Not only to study, but because he knew he would be too stressed to sleep, even if he tried. He was at Luke’s house, so the two of them could study together, but Luke had gone to sleep a long time ago, snuggled up in his bed. Crow, on the other hand, was at Luke’s desk, with the lamp turned on, so he could stare at his study sheet. He kept running his hand through his hair (a telltale nervous habit), because, for some reason, the words wouldn’t sink into his brain.
If he failed this exam, he’d fail the grade. If he failed the grade, he would never get a job. If he never got a job, he would end up poor for life, just like his mother. Poor, struggling, divorced, and miserable.
Crow knew this. So why wouldn’t the words sink in?!
He felt tears welling up in his eyes now, and his breathing quickening. He was going to be a failure. He was going to disappoint the Black Ravens, his mother, Luke, everyone who cared about him. He couldn’t even see the words anymore, they were too blurred, but he had to try, he had to! If he failed-
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft, warm kiss on the cheek. Crow looked to the side, and saw a very sleepy, but very sympathetic Luke standing next to him, with his hand on his shoulder.
“You should get some sleep,” Luke whispered.
“But...” Crow began to protest, his eyes darting back to his notes. “But if-“
“No ifs,” Luke interrupted, and then brought his hand to Crow’s cheek to turn his head, and capture his lips in a gentle, sleepy kiss. After he pulled away, he smiled. “Just get some sleep. You won’t be able to do your best for the exams when you’re tired.”
Crow sighed, silently admitting defeat. He turned off the lamp and stood up from the desk, then let Luke lead him back to his bed. Once they were all snug under the blankets, Luke rested his head on Crow’s chest, so that Crow could rest his chin on his head, like he knew he liked to do.
“No ifs,” Luke repeated, his voice a gentle sort of loving. “Just sleep.”
I have finals two days from now, but me?! Using Crow as a self-insert for my problems?! NO! What would give you that idea?!
