#adomania

IM FUCKING ADOMANIA POSTING

ANARCHY MY BELOVED

[A little note: A mini part of a mini part? Mini-ception?]

[Summary: Drake heads to New York with the intention of meeting MC (Robyn), but upon seeing her he’s stricken with how they’ve ended up here.]

[Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five]

There’s a distinct air to New York. An edge to every street and every block that reminds Drake of how different city life is. It’s not very similar to Cordonia, with its acres of land and homes richly built from fine architecture. No, New York is packed - jam-packed with people and tall buildings that stretch too far for him to keep up. Sidewalks become traffic as herds flock together like sheep in crossing streets far before the walking sign allows them. 

He’s forgotten how busy the big apple is. The large high-rise buildings with blinking lights and billboards disorient him at closer inspection. Sometimes, if he isn’t watching the wave of traffic, his steps falter and he barely catches himself in time without bumping into another person. It takes time for his eyes to adjust, even more effort for him to feel comfortable. He stops every now and then while strangers briskly rush past him, hastening to get to whatever destination drives them forward.

Drake tries not to spend a lot of time on sidewalk corners. He hates how crammed they are. He prefers to dally behind particularly larger groups. Even when they’re smaller, he still feels the weight of their presence.

The streets are easy to follow with their numbers and his sense of direction. It doesn’t take long for minutes to turn into an hour to reach his destination. Eventually, he arrives where he needs to be and hunkers down a bench and flips through the phone to read Robyn’s texts back to him.

There’s so much I want to say, so much I need to say. 

But I can’t do it unless I see you, in person. 

Meet me in New York.  In Time’s Square. - Robyn.

He’s read it over a dozen times, and yet it still doesn’t feel quite as real as it should. It’s been six days since he’s last seen her, six days of torturing himself with thoughts of her. 

She’s here, he’s here. 

They’re in the same place without the burdens of the life he’s left behind. The life they both turned away from. For now, all he can think about is the luggage he’s carried with him and how heavy his heart feels. After walking out with Liam’s blessings, and his own longing to see her as motivations to leave - he’s finally here. 

He adjusts the duffel bag across his back nervously. 

He’s late. 

The flight had arrived past the time it should, and between walking for blocks and the taxi he’s caught - he is far out of his comfort zone. He’s stuck in a fairly over-crowded city without a family face as company as he looks for any sign of her.

He taps his feet impatiently as his eyes scan the crowd. They watch constantly scrutinizing faces in tow. He hopes he isn’t too late.

Then he sees her.

His throat tightens. He can’t move. His body feels paralyzed by the severity of his own emotions that have suddenly trampled him - what if this was a mistake? What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if this doesn’t work out?

Questions that he’s long overplayed are back again to torture his mind. He tries to shake loose from them, but they are not so easily to dissuade by his lack of action.

A feeling he’s almost forgotten fills him. It leaves him breathless, reeling as his eyes take in every detail of her face. Seeing her helps, it makes those little doubts recede back and eases some of his uncertainty. 

She hasn’t seen him yet, so he takes this time to study her. The way her dark eyes keep darting around anxiously. The way those beautiful lips of hers are turned into a slight frown as a puzzled expression stretches across her striking features.

He doesn’t want to say anything.

Not yet.

He’s waiting for her to find him first. 

Until finally she does.

Her eyes spot him, and that brilliant smile of hers has touched her lips again. The smile he’s spent days daydreaming of. The sight of it sends his heart racing inside his chest, and adrenaline plunges through him as if he’s in the middle of a race. 

He’s moving too without realizing it. 

The world always seem to recede a little when they’re together, separating them momentarily from the busy streets and the sound of cars honking off into the distance when they rapidly close the space between. A few dozen steps are all it takes before their arms encircle each other. 

He still can’t believe she’s really here, not until she pulls away slightly enough to tip forward on her toes to kiss him. Lips sliding against one another, he tastes the salty freshness of her tears. He tastes her blinding sunshine, guiding him back towards the light. His heart feels lighter than it has in days as he drinks in the softness of her lips.  It’s comforting, familiar - he never wants to stop kissing her.

He feels her fingers scrape against the back of his neck, bringing him back to reality. Regretfully, he pulls away long enough for his eyes to stare. “Hi.” It’s the only word he can choke out.

Unexpectedly, she laughs. There’s a tinge of relief in her voice that lingers even as she wipes her eyes dry with the palm of her hand. “Hi.”

His eyes search hers. There’s so much he wants to say, and his mouth opens before slamming shut again. He doesn’t know how to say them. He’s never been good with words, showing how he feels about someone is difficult but better when he can be honest with them. Usually he’s quick to snap a snarky comment or something sarcastic to ease the tension he feels building, but dealing with his own feelings for her has always given him pause. He’s afraid and excited altogether.

He shifts on his feet as he tries to open his mouth again, but all he can manage is a deep sigh. He wants to say everything all at once. He wants to tell her how much he’s missed the sound of her laugh, the moments they’ve snuck away to watch the stars - their talks about family, he wants to say it all. 

And then he remembers, she left. She left without saying goodbye. 

He’s done what he swore he’d never do. He’s chased after her, and suddenly he’s angry. He’s so angry that he whips his head up as his hands balls into tight fists. His jaw clenches and the luggage across his back feels like a burden keeping him here.

What am I doing? 

“You left.” He says flatly, without any remorse. He watches those beautiful eyes of her widen.

“I did…” She mumbles softly, nearly too softly that he barely catches it.

It hurts to know she left. It hurts even more knowing he’s been apart of the reason, it hurts because it’s how Savannah left - without saying goodbye. 

His hands fall loosely at his side and he clutches the bag around him tighter. His thoughts are all too confusing - too much, too fast. He decides as he takes a few cautious steps back that he doesn’t know how to feel. “You left, and it hurts.” His voice cracks a little, and he sweeps his hair from out of his face. “I didn’t think it would hurt so much.” His voice is raw, unrecognizable to him.

He watches her flinch. “I know,” She seems to be looking for words to say. “I know and I’m sorry - I just, I couldn’t stay.” Her eyes are simmering again and this time he’s fighting with his urge to wipe them away. “I couldn’t stay because it hurt too much to stay.”

He doesn’t respond. All he wants to do do is retreat. Everything is overwhelming - everything feels too fast. 

She looks around Time Square before gliding her eyes back to his. “Can we…go somewhere private to talk?”

He hesitates.

“I know meeting here was my idea.” She adds quickly, drawing a breath so deep that he notices her shoulders trembling. “But, I just -” she bites her bottom lip, “I think it’s better to explain somewhere else.” Her eyes plead with his, they are filled with unspoken promises and regret.

Do you mean the hanahaki au??? Don’t worry, I have Friday night free so I’m just going to sit down and crunch it out then! So it will be out on schedule on either Saturday or Sunday