again on tumblr to write about how much i love bloodweave. my walking tragedies. oh how i love them so. they understand each other more than anyone but are so different that i compliments them. astarion learning through gale that there is more to him than his body and what it has to offer. gale learning through astarion that there is more to him than his magic and what it has to offer. how they go through the same situation, having to turn down power that seems SO GOOD on the surface but in the long run will turn them into the one thing they never wished to become. the memories of their past that will always plague them but the other gives them purpose to move past it because the other is a SAFE PLACE FOR THEM TO DO SO i’m sick. them saving each other from their abusers in both origin runs oh my GOD
oh you want the rest of the conversation? oh here you go, read under the cut!
(sorry if the writing isnt my best, lowkey rushed it)
Adrien's face flushes, and he holds the bouquet closer. "I'm not dressed."
Luka waves a hand dismissively. "Ohhh, don't worry about that, you're handsome even just in plain old pajamas." He leans in closer, a smile widening across his face.
Adrien crooks a brow. "Well I can't get up to dance, so..." He trails off.
"Thennn, it's just a party! Not everyone dances at a dance, we can just hang out here." Luka pulled up his other leg up on the bed, sitting crisscrossed.
If Father had seen it, he would be angry about shoes being on the bed. But Adrien has always liked Luka for the very reasons Father wouldn’t like Luka. Of course there were other things, but this just made Adrien like him more.
Plus, Luka's shoes were nice. Actually, seeing Luka in a suit is nice, he looks great.
A giddy smile comes across Adrien's face. "Does that mean snacks? Parties always have snacks."
"Oh- I did plan on that- Too worried about getting the bouquet on time. I can go get some real quick if you want?"
Adrien giggles. "Not yet, I still want you here." He looks down at the bouquet crinkling in his hands. "You did all this for me?"
Luka shifts closer, pointing to the flowers in the wrapping paper. "I knew you liked roses, and I know you like orange, so, orange roses."
"There's red roses too." Adrien smirks, shifting the bouquet to show Luka.
"Well." Luka clicks his tongue. "You like romantic too, needed classic red roses."
Adrien just smiles, staring down at the flowers.
Luka continues, "When's your birthday?"
"What?"
"When's your birthday? I can do more then. You haven't had a birthday come up yet, aaannnddd I know it's gotta be some time."
Adrien rolls his eyes. "October 13th."
Luka nods, taking in the information. "You've never had a proper birthday party, right? That's why the bubbler happened?"
Adrien pursed his lips. "Yeah, Nino was upset Father said no."
"That was before you were Indigo. What did akuma attacks feel like then?" Luka tilts his head.
"Life felt... Normal then. I was just glad my Father got me an actual gift, not some lousy pen for the 3rd year in a row." Adrien lets out a huff of amusement. "It was one of the times I thought Father cared."
"I'll get you a gift."
Adrien's face felt flush, he tried to conjure up a proper smile, playing it off as cockiness. "You already got me a gift."
"I'll get you more, birthdays are usually filled with them."
"That sounds... nice." He breathes a sigh of endearment.
Adrien ghosts his fingers over the flower petals. They feel soft, and he rubs one of the petals in between the pads of his fingers. He'd apply more pressure if he could, but that would rip the petal, and Luka got these for him as a gift.
His face drops, because he loves gifts, Luka loves giving him gifts.
He can't let Luka continue doing this for him.
He's not going to make it to his next birthday.
"Adrien? What is it?" Adrien blinks, looking up at Lukas concerned face.
"Luka I..." He glances back down at the bouquet. "We can't pretend this will last forever."
Luka is quiet for a moment. His face softens. "You deserve to be happy."
"And you dont?"
Silence again. The soft sound of Adrien touching the single petal back and forth in his fingers fills his ears.
He shouldn't have said that. They have talked about this before, many times, but tonight wasn't a time for that. Luka was trying to do something sweet, he didn't need a reminder their relationship is on the clock.
Adrien doesn't want to be reminded of that either. He's just reminded of it every time he coughs, every time he even attempts to stand, to get up.
Adrien exhales. "I’m sorry, you were doing something nice and I ruined it."
"No no, It’s ok." Luka stares down at his lap. "I just meant... We deserve to be happy, even if it's not permanent."
"That doesn't bother you?"
Luka swallowed. "Just... Don't worry about it."
A petal rips, and Adrien bites his lip. Luka doesn't need this, he doesn't need a doomed relationship, he doesn't need someone who will let him get hurt.
But he also wants to indulge Luka.
He knows he's close to the end, he knows any day, hell any moment, it'll be over. He can't get out of bed without wobbling, he feels weak, he can feel his body wanting to give up.
"How about those snacks, huh?" Adrien swiftly says, changing the conversation.
Luka blinks and drops his feet to the floor, still facing Adrien. "Uh, yeah, I can do that." He leans forward, pushing adriens bangs out of the way and kisses his forehead.
He then backs off the bed, smiling now. "I'll be back, I know what you like." He starts walking backwards, like he wants to keep looking at Adrien, and it makes Adrien smile.
"Plagg, claws out." With an electric green light, Kitty Khaos finally turns around and climbs outside the window.
Adrien sighs, and closes his eyes, crossing his arms over his knees and pressing his forehead into them.
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