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A/N:For@digitalscratch-arting because I don’t think I can finish the Zen smut It’s so harrrddd and I think fluff is what I do better so HERE IS A FIC TO MAKE UP FOR MY DISAPPOINTING EXISTENCE.
It’s a little different from how I do my normal fics/drabbles, but :3 I hope you like it, Digi!!
Love. It’s a funny word. Especially in theatre.
In acting, love is flamboyant, showy, over-the-top. It’s declaring your undying love beneath the dimming golden lights of the setting sun; it’s surprising her by snatching her by the waist, tipping her over and crashing your lips to hers in front of a wide-eyed audience. It’s vowing to protect her with a swish of the cape and flash of a silver sword. It’s crying uncontrollably and screaming her name when she departs prematurely from the world, by a cruel twist of fate.
A few years into actual acting and he realises that love isn’t exactly like that.
Love is sweet. Fluffy. Like cotton candy melting in your mouth. Eat too much and you’ll get a sugar rush, but in the best way possible. It gets your heart pounding, your blood rushing to your head, and energy from an unknown source flowing into your veins. It’s feeling giddy and insanely nervous whenever she’s around. It’s flirting with her and feeling like you own the world when she flirts back. It’s surprising her with flowers and chocolate at every chance you get, it’s showing off your motorcycle to hear her gushing, it’s making the best jokes to hear her tinkling laugh.
But… after a while, it gets tiring. Because after every rush, there comes a time when you come crashing down.
And so he didn’t think it was worth it. Love just wasn’t worth all that time and energy. He was better off using that time to practice and rehearse his lines.
Love, after all, feels more like a fling. A sugar rush that dies down after a while. Hmph. If even familial love can’t last, he highly doubts a romantic relationship can go that far.
So flirting it is. Because come on, who can resist flirting with a cute girl? Let the interest last while it can, and when it goes, move on. Simple enough. Love is just there to add a little spice to your life.
It’s a few more years before someone else barges into his life. Like a star that suddenly falls from the sky, right onto his head, and turning his notions and fantasies of love into stardust.
