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bedesSummary: Crow didn’t like to make promises he couldn’t keep. Luckily, he knew he could keep this one.
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Crow didn’t like to make promises. He often prided himself on his loyalty to his word, so, if he didn’t make any promises, he wouldn’t ever break a promise. He only kept promises he knew, for absolute sure, he could and would keep, and, even then, he often hesitated. He had never broken a single promise before, and he planned to keep it that way.
One of the few promises he made was to Luke, one of the first times that he had reached to Crow for emotional support during their relationship. He had a bad argument with his parents, and was now leaning on his boyfriend for comfort; literally, leaning onto him, crying into his chest as they sat together on Crow’s bed.
“It’s alright,” Crow muttered into Luke’s hair, rubbing circles into his back. He could feel the front of his shirt getting wet from the tears, but he didn’t particularly mind.
“But... What if it’s not?” Luke responded with a shaking voice. “What if it’s not alright? What if they hate me?”
“It was an argument. You can argue, and not hate the person you’ve argued with. Disagreements don’t exclusively happen between people who secretly despise each other.”
“But what if they hate me now? Because I tried to disagree with them?”
“Well, that would make them awful parents, and you should try to escape someone like that, anyway. Nobody should hate their child over a disagreement.”
“But, if they abandon me-“
“You can stay with me.”
“But your mom-“
“She likes you, and she’s very sympathetic. She’d get it.”
“But your money-“
“You wouldn’t be much trouble. You could share my room, and you could bring stuff from your current house. We’d just need extra food, and Mom got a raise at her job recently. We’d be happy to keep you in for as long as y’need, Bluebird.”
Luke went quiet for a moment, and that helped Crow relax a tad. He had long ago learned that saying ‘that won’t happen’ to someone making awful predictions often didn’t work. It was best to just offer solutions for their worst-case scenarios.
“... But... What if we get into an argument like that?”
Crow blinked, thinking, before asking, “What about it?”
“What if you hated me because of it?”
Crow chuckled quietly, and brought his hand from Luke’s back to his hair, running his hands through it. “Luke, even if you tried your hardest, I could never hate you. Never.”
“Promise?”
Crow froze at the word that had been whispered out in a sob, sounding so vulnerable and broken. He didn’t like to make promises. And emotions were wild things. He didn’t want to regret promising anything on something constantly fluctuating, changing, almost seeming random...
But, holding Luke so close to him, being surrounded by his warmth, and feeling him tremble, Crow knew that he could never hate him. Even if their relationship ended on awful terms... He would never be able to hate the selfless, happy-go-lucky boy with secret insecurities who he fell in love with.
He closed his eyes, and held Luke closer. “I promise,” he whispered, and he knew he would never break it.
First Chapter | Masterpost (for more information) | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Crow didn’t like to make promises. He often prided himself on his loyalty to his word, so, if he didn’t make any promises, he wouldn’t ever break a promise. He only kept promises he knew, for absolute sure, he could and would keep, and, even then, he often hesitated. He had never broken a single promise before, and he planned to keep it that way.
One of the few promises he made was to Luke, one of the first times that he had reached to Crow for emotional support during their relationship. He had a bad argument with his parents, and was now leaning on his boyfriend for comfort; literally, leaning onto him, crying into his chest as they sat together on Crow’s bed.
“It’s alright,” Crow muttered into Luke’s hair, rubbing circles into his back. He could feel the front of his shirt getting wet from the tears, but he didn’t particularly mind.
“But... What if it’s not?” Luke responded with a shaking voice. “What if it’s not alright? What if they hate me?”
“It was an argument. You can argue, and not hate the person you’ve argued with. Disagreements don’t exclusively happen between people who secretly despise each other.”
“But what if they hate me now? Because I tried to disagree with them?”
“Well, that would make them awful parents, and you should try to escape someone like that, anyway. Nobody should hate their child over a disagreement.”
“But, if they abandon me-“
“You can stay with me.”
“But your mom-“
“She likes you, and she’s very sympathetic. She’d get it.”
“But your money-“
“You wouldn’t be much trouble. You could share my room, and you could bring stuff from your current house. We’d just need extra food, and Mom got a raise at her job recently. We’d be happy to keep you in for as long as y’need, Bluebird.”
Luke went quiet for a moment, and that helped Crow relax a tad. He had long ago learned that saying ‘that won’t happen’ to someone making awful predictions often didn’t work. It was best to just offer solutions for their worst-case scenarios.
“... But... What if we get into an argument like that?”
Crow blinked, thinking, before asking, “What about it?”
“What if you hated me because of it?”
Crow chuckled quietly, and brought his hand from Luke’s back to his hair, running his hands through it. “Luke, even if you tried your hardest, I could never hate you. Never.”
“Promise?”
Crow froze at the word that had been whispered out in a sob, sounding so vulnerable and broken. He didn’t like to make promises. And emotions were wild things. He didn’t want to regret promising anything on something constantly fluctuating, changing, almost seeming random...
But, holding Luke so close to him, being surrounded by his warmth, and feeling him tremble, Crow knew that he could never hate him. Even if their relationship ended on awful terms... He would never be able to hate the selfless, happy-go-lucky boy with secret insecurities who he fell in love with.
He closed his eyes, and held Luke closer. “I promise,” he whispered, and he knew he would never break it.
