pairing: jameson hawthorne x rohan
tagging: @clarissaweasley-10 @emelia07 @whatsamongus @cassie6392
Rohan doesn't like interacting with irrelevant people, or with people he is interested in during irrelevant times. Interacting with people during dinner in the grandest game was one of those irrelevant moments of his, especially since he has to put up with Jameson Hawthorne. He had this feeling—he couldn't put the right word to it— everytime Jameson said something.
“Could you pass me the bottle of water?” Jameson asked in a British accent to Rohan.
Rohan stabbed his fork on the plate. “You do realise that you're half British too, right?”
“Can’t tell.” Rohan said sarcastically.
“Kant tell.” Jameson mimicked Rohan’s accent.
“Can you stop? You know what? I'm done with dinner. Thank you.”
Later, Jameson followed him. Jameson found Rohan standing in the hallway looking at a portrait of two dogs playing.
“Are you familiar with this portrait, Rohan?”
Rohan sighed as he saw him approached, sighed at his sight. Because he was just so— no!
Rohan turned to Jameson. “What?”
“It literally is…” Rohan pointed.
“Right, I meant. Love, truth, they aren't sins.” Jameson stepped closer to him.
“What are you talking about, Hawthorne?”
“Truth…our truth. We shouldn't repress what we have Rohan.” He said, trying to close the distance between them.
“I see the way you look at me.”
Rohan’s breath hitched. “What of Avery?”
“Avery…The heiress? Your girlfriend.”
“I will love you regardless of your schizophrenia. Because there is no heiress or a girlfriend named Avery.”
“What?” Rohan was flabbergasted.
“It is probably a Mandela effect.” then he adds “don't make me think I kissed you in my head tomorrow.”
Then he pulled Rohan into a passionate kiss.