upisdedown! laurance n garroth are totally dating bc I said so. also they weren’t edgy enough for me so now they look cool and less like they haven’t showered in two weeks (also the eyeliner is hereditary)
uhh first person to guess why I made their hair those colors gets half (1/2) of one of my braincells
I Don’t Call People Anything Thought To Be So Sweet
A short little thing I wrote on an impulse for my mystreet AU. Takes place during FCU (or at least, the FCU adjacent time period). Title is from a Sidney Gish song, “Presumably Dead Arm”
Ship: Garrance
Word Count: 912
TW: Minor mentions of alcohol
Garroth only pulled his attention from Laurance for a moment, sparing a single glance to check the time, and yet was just as quickly filled with a disproportionately deep regret for such few seconds.
“Wait, I’m your lock screen?!” There’s an almost giddy note to Laurance’s voice, one hand abandoning the half drunk bottle he’d been cradling in his hands for the past few minutes to grip onto Garroth’s shoulder. Before the blonde knew better, the brunet’s head was comfortably pressed against his own, sending a chill up his spine and his heart racing in an almost comfortable way. In the morning, he’ll blame the rush on alcohol and tipsy thoughts, but for now he’d rather enjoy the contact, and not what his less voluntary reactions to it meant for him. The other was clearly trying to snag another look, to check if his eyes had simply deceived him. Garroth quickly clicked the screen off again, shoving it into his jacket pocket.
Garroth let out a soft sigh. “You weren’t supposed to see that…” he muttered under his breath, preoccupying himself with picking at dead skin under his fingernails, coated in a pale blue the other had delicately painted on earlier that night, so he wouldn’t be forced to try to discern how badly he messed up from Laurance’s face. Instead, he was met with a hand trying to jam past his crossed arms to retrieve the phone for interrogation. “Wha-hey!” Garroth half-heartedly protested, shoving a giggling Laurance’s arm away.
“Aw, come on! I wanna see what picture you used!” Laurance shot back, much more passionate about this, whatever their current argument would realistically be classified as, going again for Garroth’s phone, with a much greater success this time.
Garroth was tall, but Laurance was taller, and he gladly used the few inches he had on the blonde to his advantage. When Garroth moved to kneel in order to snatch the thin device away from the other, Laurance simply stood on the sofa, reaching up with the phone until his knuckles grazed the low ceiling and he had to twist his wrist to keep his advantage.
“Laurance!” Garroth snapped, this time sounding like he meant his protests, grabbing for his phone, just a little too far out of reach.
Laurance simply laughed, turning the phone on and finding his eyes were telling the truth. He was met with a picture of him, snapped clearly before anyone in the full image was ready, as Aphmau’s hand could just be seen dragging Laurance’s battered jacket down to make him meet her down on her level, the cut off look of joking annoyance on her face met with the beaming face of Laurance’s feigned innocence. Laurance scoffed at the sight, unaware of Garroth holding his breath until he spoke, saying, “You couldn’t even use a picture I was ready for?”
Laurance swiveled his feet on the couch, pulling up Garroth’s camera as he did so. He leaned back, just a little, just enough to catch Garroth’s face behind him, offering a stuck out tongue and peace sign to the camera, before handing the phone back to Garroth. “There, use that as your background. At least I look good in that one.”
You looked great in the other one too. Garroth goes to say, but caught himself, pressing his fingernails into his palms and biting his tongue to keep himself from ruining anything else tonight. Instead of speaking, he silently checks the picture, finding Laurance looking as good as always, and catching Garroth’s unfortunate, deep-red shaded face in the background. He sighed, following through with Laurance’s “recommendation”, careful to not let the brunet see him framing the background around the other’s face again this time, before slipping his phone back into his pocket.
“You alright?”
“Hmm?
“Your face matches the color of Dante’s hoodie right now.” The jab was lightheaded and well meaning, and was met with an annoyed shove, dropping Laurance’s laughing frame back down onto the sofa again.
Garroth seemed only more flustered by this, perhaps the only one taking this anyway seriously, “I’m just drunk, shut up.”
“Bullshit, you’ve drank less than me tonight and I’m not even tipsy yet!” Laurance shot back, grinning as if he’d just cracked some grand mystery wide open.
The blonde huffed, dropping down back into the seat next to his best friend, tucking his knees against his chest. “Just, forget about it alright?”
“Wait, are you like, seriously upset?” Laurance asked, leaning closer, twisting Garroth’s inside in knots before he killed even the thought of entertaining those feelings could cross his mind.
Garroth sighed again, returning to his fingernails, and how much more interesting they were than having to explain his own stupid embarressment over something so small. They were friends. It was fine. It was normal. He shouldn’t be worked up about this because it clearly meant nothing to Laurance, it shouldn’t mean anything to him either.
“I’m sorry. I was just, messing around, you know? I think it’s sweet, really.” Laurance commented, now matching Garroth’s refusal to catch each other’s eyes, returning to the bottle he’d abandoned on the table a few minutes ago. “I’m… Happy I mean something to you.”
“Of course you mean something to me.” He goes to say more, but decides against it, because anything he could say would be air-headed, or meaningless, or have way too much meaning, and he wasn’t sure what would be the worst case between them.
<p>Garroth has a lot of freckles. Like, a lot of them. They’re all over his arms, neck, and face, but they’re a bit hard to see. Laurance finds his freckles absolutely adorable.</p>
