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bedesSummary: Growing up, Crow found himself bitter about never having something completely his own. Now, he finds that saying something is ‘ours’, with Luke, can be much more satisfying than saying something was ‘his’.
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Crow grew up not having much that he could have his own. He shared everything. His food, his money, his toys; everything he shared with his mother and the Black Ravens. He understood why every single person needed what they asked for, but it was still frustrating. Every young child had that feeling of frustration when they had to share their favorite thing with their sibling, and for Crow that was multiplied by one hundred, because he had no favorite thing. Because he had nothing to call his own. Nothing except himself.
He found himself apprehensive towards Luke at first, for that same reason. Luke had so many things. A father, for one. A nice house. And so many toys and sweets to call his own, and nobody else’s. Crow found himself even furious over that teddy bear Luke carried around in his bag, and got out when scared. He was jealous, insanely jealous, that Luke could have a comfort item like that. When he got scared, all he had to hold onto was himself. He couldn’t afford to have one little thing to hold onto. Nothing to comfort him when he was alone and at his lowest.
He had nothing for himself. Nothing he didn’t have to loan out regularly. He found himself despising the idea of sharing altogether.
Nowadays, sharing was something that Crow still had to do. But it was much sweeter than before.
Instead of giving out his food to his friends, because they might starve without it, he gave a bite off of his large plate to Luke, because he knew he had extra, and wanted to see his husband’s face light up. Instead of giving his toys to his mother to sell off so they could afford a basic need, he gave tokens of his affection to Luke, because he had seen something on the way home that had reminded him of his love. Instead of sharing the house with yet another relative because they were sick and needed shelter, Crow shared his home with Luke because he wanted to see him every day. Instead of sharing his bed with a friend, because they were shivering from the cold and couldn’t sleep, Crow shared his bed with Luke so they could be ever closer.
Before, he shared because either he or the other person would suffer severely if he didn’t. Now, he shared everything with Luke because he loved him, and because he wanted to make him as happy as he could possibly be.
Crow still shared most of his things. But Luke was someone he could call his own.
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Crow grew up not having much that he could have his own. He shared everything. His food, his money, his toys; everything he shared with his mother and the Black Ravens. He understood why every single person needed what they asked for, but it was still frustrating. Every young child had that feeling of frustration when they had to share their favorite thing with their sibling, and for Crow that was multiplied by one hundred, because he had no favorite thing. Because he had nothing to call his own. Nothing except himself.
He found himself apprehensive towards Luke at first, for that same reason. Luke had so many things. A father, for one. A nice house. And so many toys and sweets to call his own, and nobody else’s. Crow found himself even furious over that teddy bear Luke carried around in his bag, and got out when scared. He was jealous, insanely jealous, that Luke could have a comfort item like that. When he got scared, all he had to hold onto was himself. He couldn’t afford to have one little thing to hold onto. Nothing to comfort him when he was alone and at his lowest.
He had nothing for himself. Nothing he didn’t have to loan out regularly. He found himself despising the idea of sharing altogether.
Nowadays, sharing was something that Crow still had to do. But it was much sweeter than before.
Instead of giving out his food to his friends, because they might starve without it, he gave a bite off of his large plate to Luke, because he knew he had extra, and wanted to see his husband’s face light up. Instead of giving his toys to his mother to sell off so they could afford a basic need, he gave tokens of his affection to Luke, because he had seen something on the way home that had reminded him of his love. Instead of sharing the house with yet another relative because they were sick and needed shelter, Crow shared his home with Luke because he wanted to see him every day. Instead of sharing his bed with a friend, because they were shivering from the cold and couldn’t sleep, Crow shared his bed with Luke so they could be ever closer.
Before, he shared because either he or the other person would suffer severely if he didn’t. Now, he shared everything with Luke because he loved him, and because he wanted to make him as happy as he could possibly be.
Crow still shared most of his things. But Luke was someone he could call his own.
