A/N: Hello, everyone! This here is the beginning of a collection of Linvia drabbles based on various prompts. If you have any prompts, whether they be lyrics from a song, an object, a setting, or whatever, let me know, and I'll write something about these two with your prompt.
Happy reading!
Stars.
Seven months and three days since their first meeting. 12:42 am.
Lincoln looks up at the neon yellow stars decorating the sign that reads, "Live Show Girls! Best in the City!" Pointing at it, he looks at the red-haired female standing next to him.
"'Live show girls', Liv. You interested?" He keeps his expression deadpan.
She chuckles. "Living in the city's great, don't you think?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "I like strippers."
Her jaw drops. "Well, pardon me, Lincoln!" She looks away, tsk tsking, and he can't repress his wide, amused grin.
"You don't actually believe what I just said, do you? Because if you do, you are one gullible woman, Agent Dunham."
She rolls her eyes. "Of course I don't! I was just humoring you…or do you not like that?"
"I love it." He's still wearing a smile, yet his eyes are serious. Not that it matters. She's not looking at him anymore. Instead, she's tilting her head up at the night sky, searching for…something.
When she finds it, she points to it. "There, Lincoln. You see that?"
He looks at the vast expanse of darkness above him. Among the red, blue, and green artificial lights swimming about, he can just make out a tiny speck of white—a real star.
"That's something, isn't it?" she asks.
"Yeah," he answers. "It's real." He turns his head to look at her again, and this time, she's looking back at him.