Orla x Lorcan - drabble
Added 2025-05-28 22:13:07 +0000 UTC“Just stand still,” she says.
He huffs and tries to keep his body loose because he hates when she gets mad at him. He prefers being punched.
Her eyebrows are furrowed and her tongue is pressed in between her teeth. Right then as the sun goes down it lights up her hair and he nearly forgets to breathe.
“There,” she says and steps back. Lorcan looks at himself in the mirror. He rolls his shoulders.
“Do you like it?” she asks.
He could say ‘it feels too tight’ or ‘tie feels like it’s choking me’ or ‘this isn’t me.’
Instead he says, “look cool.”
She smiles and it makes his insides warm. God, he would say anything for that. Even endure night in this awful get-up.
“We’re going to look so much better than everyone else, L,” she asserts and presses a quick kiss to his cheek.
She leaves the room and he presses his hand to his face.
He groans as he thinks about spending the night trailing after her and rubbing elbows with people he hates. But as always, he’d do anything for his Orla.
Author’s note: thought to show a bit of their dynamic
