Flowers In The Night [Neal/Archie] [PG-13]
[title] Flowers In The Night
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] airdate. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] Neal Tiemann/David Archuleta
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 380
[summary] The house is dark and empty when Archie comes back from the studio. He hates this moment of the day - walking back to the main door, using his key to unlock the entrance, stepping into a void building - because it reminds him of how miserable his existence is.
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met Neal Tiemann nor David Archuleta. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Angst. A little bit of fluff.
[author's notes] Written on a whim for yehwellwhatever, who requested Neal/Archie, flowers. I suppose this isn't what you were expecting, lol. Also, I love you, and you know exactly all the reasons why.
The house is dark and empty when Archie comes back from the studio at nearly midnight on Valentine's Day's Eve. He hates this moment of the day - walking back to the main door, using his key to unlock the entrance, stepping into a void building - because it reminds him of how miserable his existence is. He kicks the door closed the second he is inside the hall, and leans up against the wall. He rubs the back of his neck before wiping away the lonely tear that falls down his cheek before closing his eyes.
When he opens them again, he notices the flowers in the vase on top of the small table in the living room, which he can see from his spot against the wall. Archie frowns - he doesn't remember ever having roses in the house, not since-and he doesn't want to think about that either - so he walks over to the flowers and leans in to smell their fragrance, sweet and nice and a reminder of what he has lost for what feels like forever.
"I'm sorry," he hears at his back. He spins around as quickly as he can, his gaze focusing on the blond man standing in the dark, tattoos and lip rings making him recognizable. "I'm sorry, Arch."
Archie sighs. He's been through this before - this relationship has put him on the ropes more than once, and this on and off status wears him out. He can't put up with any more heartache. "You're not."
"I am, this time," Neal insists. "I shouldn't have walked away. I should have fought. Now I'm ready. Would you take me back?"
There's a lingering hope in Neal's words, a certain faith in the blindness of love that touches Archie's soul. He sighs again. "You know I loathe roses," he whispers.
"They were out of tiger lilies," Neal explains. Archie can't help the chuckle bubbling in his throat. "Happy Valentine's Day, Arch."
"It's not quite, yet." Archie shrugs - he's not going to let Neal think he has broken Archie's defenses so easily, even if he has.
The grandfather clock ticks midnight. Archie huffs. Neal smirks as he approaches the younger man to take him in his arms. "Now it is," he whispers. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Archie melts.
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] airdate. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] Neal Tiemann/David Archuleta
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 380
[summary] The house is dark and empty when Archie comes back from the studio. He hates this moment of the day - walking back to the main door, using his key to unlock the entrance, stepping into a void building - because it reminds him of how miserable his existence is.
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met Neal Tiemann nor David Archuleta. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Angst. A little bit of fluff.
[author's notes] Written on a whim for yehwellwhatever, who requested Neal/Archie, flowers. I suppose this isn't what you were expecting, lol. Also, I love you, and you know exactly all the reasons why.
The house is dark and empty when Archie comes back from the studio at nearly midnight on Valentine's Day's Eve. He hates this moment of the day - walking back to the main door, using his key to unlock the entrance, stepping into a void building - because it reminds him of how miserable his existence is. He kicks the door closed the second he is inside the hall, and leans up against the wall. He rubs the back of his neck before wiping away the lonely tear that falls down his cheek before closing his eyes.
When he opens them again, he notices the flowers in the vase on top of the small table in the living room, which he can see from his spot against the wall. Archie frowns - he doesn't remember ever having roses in the house, not since-and he doesn't want to think about that either - so he walks over to the flowers and leans in to smell their fragrance, sweet and nice and a reminder of what he has lost for what feels like forever.
"I'm sorry," he hears at his back. He spins around as quickly as he can, his gaze focusing on the blond man standing in the dark, tattoos and lip rings making him recognizable. "I'm sorry, Arch."
Archie sighs. He's been through this before - this relationship has put him on the ropes more than once, and this on and off status wears him out. He can't put up with any more heartache. "You're not."
"I am, this time," Neal insists. "I shouldn't have walked away. I should have fought. Now I'm ready. Would you take me back?"
There's a lingering hope in Neal's words, a certain faith in the blindness of love that touches Archie's soul. He sighs again. "You know I loathe roses," he whispers.
"They were out of tiger lilies," Neal explains. Archie can't help the chuckle bubbling in his throat. "Happy Valentine's Day, Arch."
"It's not quite, yet." Archie shrugs - he's not going to let Neal think he has broken Archie's defenses so easily, even if he has.
The grandfather clock ticks midnight. Archie huffs. Neal smirks as he approaches the younger man to take him in his arms. "Now it is," he whispers. "Happy Valentine's Day."
Archie melts.