day twenty-one of arrow does october
will i ever post the full version of my break up! au? doubt it, but here’s snippet:
“I’d love to keep having you as company,” Adrien smiled, setting his hand on his thigh, making Luka more aware than ever as he looked back down at his still empty glass, “Thanks for coming with me, I know I’d never hear the end of it if I came alone, and honest? I think we look really cute together.”
Luka knew he was talking about their outfits, or at least, he assumed he was talking about their outfits, “Yeah, no problem, I did offer long before you couldn’t find a date--”
“Oh, well, yeah, I guess you are my date--” Adrien laughed, setting his glass precariously close to the edge of the bench, looking back at him, “Also mom loves you, so that’s just another perk of you being here,” his face was flushed and so close to his as he smiled, “You look so different with your hair pushed back-- like, good different, not weird different.”
“Thanks? I typically just let it dry how it wants-- yours doesn’t like to stay back, does it?” he teased, reaching up to feel a fallen piece, hardened by product, “Why even bother?”
Adrien shrugged, his hand moving the slightest bit up his leg as Luka dropped his hand, refusing to look away from the other, staring back, “I just do what I’m told-- I stopped asking questions a long time ago.” Luka didn’t want to be reading into the blond’s actions, but his hand was on his thigh, and his face was inches from his, close enough he could smell the alcohol in his breath. He didn’t want to be reading into his actions, but he wasn’t moving as he leaned closer. But this wasn’t it. Not like this. He pulled back as the bells tolled, pulling Adrien’s attention back to their surroundings, “Oh, dang-- guess we should go--” he groaned as he threw his head back, clearly irritated by the idea, “What are the odds we just hop the fence and bail on this whole thing?”
“Not even giving you that possibility, c’mon--” Luka mumbled, standing up to offer his hands, taking one as he reached to pick up his glass by the stem, “Let’s go, kitty.”
