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Drabble a.k.a. prompts (Lorcan)

Added 2025-01-01 03:32:53 +0000 UTC

His fingers wiped your cold sweaty cheeks gently. He had first tried to shake you. Then he thought of slapping you. But nothing, nothing he did worked.

He didn't know what had happened. You two were having fun, shooting the shit, as he liked to say and then you just collapsed.

He wiped strands of matted her from your eyes. It was matted because of him because like an idiot he started crying and his tears fell on your beautiful face.

He pressed his forehead to yours and silently whispered, "wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me."

Similar words of plea slipped from his mouth, he didn't even listen to what he saying. He was just blabbing like a scared little boy. He tried squeezing his eyes shut so as to stop the wave of tears but they still managed to escape and drip down onto you.

"If you die-"

"You'll die too? Is that really what you were going to say?"

Lorcan shot back up as if he'd be shocked and with bewildered eyes looked down at your already moving body. You groaned and sat up, slapping your hand to your forehead.

"Jesus. Too many shots," you sighed.

Lorcan stared at you, his mouth hung open. You let your hand drop and raised an eyebrow, "what?"

"You're ok," he said breathlessly.

You grimaced, "duh. I was just too drunk. Let's not celebrate New Year's so hard next time-"

You didn't get to finish what you were saying before Lorcan tackled you, smothering your mouth with his.