i see trees that are green, red roses too

[sonofasock]

soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

 

Comments

[dirtybomb]

Yes, Eggsy. [He was certain the food would be delicious, and as good the second time around as most takeout was, Harry wanted the company more than he'd ever care about day old Thai.] I detest leftovers. Absolutely hate them.

[Harry says it with a hint of amusement, teasing. That magnetism, that delicate pull of an invisible thread attached somewhere at his core yearns to tug him in, bring him close to Eggsy, but then he makes a sound and steps back. A subtle, though clearly heard, way of letting the older man know he was doing something that Eggsy didn't want.

He isn't interested, he'd know if he were.]

Will a Guinness do? I'm afraid I'm all out of fancy beer.

[It wouldn't taste the same as a pint at the pub, but there was a widget in the bottle that replenished the head after each sip, giving it that creamy taste. He assumed that Eggsy wouldn't mind what drink Harry chose, he'd have asked for something specific if he did, and he had a soft spot for this particular brand.

Talk of his recovery is still a sore spot. Harry can no longer work in the field, at least not in the capacity that he could before, but this is Eggsy. A young man with multitudes of untapped potential and who, after everything he's been through, still cares about other people. Even an old man with vision problems in one eye and a tremor in his right hand that won't go away. How can he be grumpy about it when it's Eggsy who is asking after him?

He leaves the kitchen, setting the bottles on the table.]

Better, Eggsy. It was - [Of course, like the dramatic scene in the middle of a film, a ripple of pain cascades out from his temple and for a moment he can't catch his breath. The bottle tips and he reaches out to grab the back of a chair.] Fucking shit.

[muggsy]

Guinness is fine. Harry - ?

( Eggsy's by his side in a heartbeat, one hand against his forearm while the other hovers at his waist. He knows it's important for Harry to feel as though he's managing on his own - which he is, for the most part - but Eggsy desperately wants to be able to help to alleviate his pain. )

Here, you just have a sit down.

( He removes his jacket and cufflinks then rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. It's a little more comfortable that way; he always feels at home with Harry, like he doesn't necessarily have to remain so 'put together', and he drapes his jacket over the back of a chair before helping him into the seat. Eggsy even gives his shoulder a little squeeze before heading back through to fetch their plates. )

You gotta call me if you ever need anythin', y'know? I know I keep sayin' it, but I mean it.

( Harry's plate is set down before him, followed by a knife and fork. Eggsy has diplomatically binned the disposable chopsticks and brought a knight and fork for himself as well; Harry's had a bad day and he has a slight tremor, and he doesn't want to make eating a struggle for him. When he's seated himself, he reaches over and lets their fingers brush for a moment.

The fact that his rolled-up sleeves expose the row of numbers inside his wrist is forgotten in the face of Harry's health. )

[dirtybomb]

[There's a rapid succession of lightening fast pain that radiates down so far that he can almost feel it in his fingertips, hand flexing and face overly warm. His vision blurs and he only makes it to a sitting position because of Eggsy. As much as he hates the younger man seeing this way, it's soothing to be supported and helped when he needs it the most, and he's been told once or twice that a good dose of humility would do him wonders, unfortunately he's experiencing it now.

He concentrates on breathing as Eggsy retrieves their food, and he's dully aware that at some point Eggsy's removed enough of his suit so that he can be comfortable.]

I know. [It takes him a few minutes to get those two words out, the fog clearing slowly, and the pain going with it.] You'll have to forgive me if I'd rather us spend time together when I'm not feeling this way.

[Harry's eyes flick down to Eggsy's fingers, narrowing in on the numbers he sees a few inches above, and then to his watch and own wrist; it's not quite that time but it's close.

His mind is playing tricks on him, a side effect of his injury. 09:16.45 - there, on the inside of Eggsy's wrist, and then he can't breathe for an entirely different reason. It's impossible, absurd really. Eggsy's half his age and has his whole life ahead of him. It'd be almost cruel for fate to saddle him with someone that he couldn't spend all of that time with, but, as that thought plants itself in his mind, his heart fills up with a hope he hasn't felt in a few decades.]

Eggsy? [He reaches out, thumb running over the numbers, and he his heart leaps up into his throat. Harry tugs the younger man a little closer, only glancing up to meet his eyes when he's certain that what he thinks he's seeing is actually there.] I didn't know.

[muggsy]

( Eggsy wants to tell Harry that he's being silly. He wants to tell him that after Kentucky he'd spend every second with him if he could, even if it was just to soothe his brow while he struggles through the worst pains of a migraine. That being with him is all that matters. Instead, he opts for a slightly less intense response. )

That's just you bein' silly, though.

( He smiles warmly and takes Harry's hand in his, gives it a little squeeze. )

I don't mind what we do together, Harry. I just wanna be here to help.

( But then Harry's behaviour takes an unexpected turn. Eggsy doesn't struggle when he's tugged closer - he can't imagine struggling with Harry, not really - but he feels heat suffuse his cheeks when he realises what it is that his mentor is looking at. )

Oh - um. Yeah. I usually keep it properly hidden, but. I always feel at home here with you.

( He tries to brush it off with an embarrassed little chuckle. )

It's kind of annoyin', really. I try not to think about it, otherwise I reckon I'd go crazy just waitin' to find them.

[dirtybomb]

[While he'd normally want to brush comments like those aside, ignoring them because it would be easier for them both in the future, Harry can't help but analyze what that means now. He does enjoy Eggsy's company, it's more than that, and he'd thought he'd been doing what was right by pretending that he felt nothing.

Now, though, he doesn't know what to think or how to feel.]

I've waited my entire life to meet you. [He arches a brow, corner of his mouth twisting.] And it's been a considerable number of years.

[Harry releases Eggsy's wrist, and inhales deeply before pushing up the sleeve of his robe and shirt, turning his hand over. He doesn't consider, even for a second, hiding it from Eggsy.]

And you've been so close all this time.

[All of his worries, whether Eggsy will be disappointed or pleased, are all forgotten the moment he lays his arm on the table beside Eggsy's. Exactly the same, a few minutes before those numbers play across every clock and watch in his home.]

[muggsy]

( This time it's Eggsy who feels the pull. He'd always known he was drawn to Harry but there's something almost physicalI about it when he sees the numbers - like some part of him that's linked to Harry pulls taut and tugs him in. )

But, I thought -

( If he sounds a little uncertain then it isn't because he doesn't feel it - Gods, does he feel it. He scoots closer, dimly aware of it unfurling and growing in his chest. )

You really think it's me?

( For the first time in a long time he actually looks a little self-conscious. Harry might be worrying that Eggsy's half his age, but so is Eggsy. He doesn't let go of the other man's hand. )

I don't - I ain't really much of anythin', Harry. I mean I'm a half-decent Kingsman sometimes, but that's about it.

( He looks up at him with wide eyes. )

D'you want it to be me?

[dirtybomb]

[Harry supposes this is the part where they both let doubt wiggle its way in. The marks are hardly ever specific. Some have it easier when identifying one another other, birthdates are a lot less likely to spark indecision, but their numbers are a time. Two moments a day, every day year round. The marks are significant but there aren't any manuals to guide them.

However, he wishes Eggsy could see what he did when he looked at him. If one of them wasn't worthy of the other, it was Harry.]

The numbers are the same.

[Which probably isn't the best justification as to why they're soulmates.]

Don't be silly, Eggsy. [Harry keeps his tone light, playful even, and curls his fingers so Eggsy can't let go.] You're at least a three-quarters decent agent.

[Knowing Eggsy's past and having spent time with him, he doesn't believe he can squash down or erase Eggsy's insecurities in so short a time, but if given the opportunity, he'd spend the rest of his life trying to rid him of them.]

Yes, more than anything, I want it to be you.

[It's a bit like splitting in two - his heart yearning for his other half, making a space wide enough for Eggsy to fill. He hadn't realized how certain he was that he'd want it to be Eggsy until tonight.]

Do you want the same?

[muggsy]

( Eggsy swallows thickly. Yes - God yes, he wants the same, but he's never been very good at putting voice to his own desires before. It's always seemed to work better that way: if he doesn't say it aloud then he can't be disappointed when it doesn't happen. The fact that this is already in motion - that Harry is the one moving it forward - is actually a little terrifying. )

Yeah, I want it to be you. I want it so much.

( He turns his hand over beneath Harry's palm so they can lace their fingers together. )

I just - I just wanna be with you, y'know? Have done ever since we properly met.

( His smile is tentative but genuine. This might be the first thing he's felt sure about since - since God knows when, really. Eggsy hasn't really been very good at hiding the fact that he sort of worships the ground Harry walks on. )

You never complain when I invite myself over, but I never thought you might want me back.

( The pad of his thumb rubs against the side of the other man's hand. )

If I was yours, then. I think I'd be happy.

[dirtybomb]

[All his tension coils and releases, their fingers twining together easily as Eggsy admits that he wants this as much as Harry does. He continues, voicing things that Harry's never allowed himself to say, hardly ever letting himself think as well.

Harry's lips press into a firm line, silently weighing the outcomes of this conversation and what it could mean for them, more pointedly for Eggsy. Harry has long since developed the viewpoint that Eggsy might well be the best person he's ever been fortunate enough to meet, in more ways than he can count. Kind, generous, and determined to name a few.

He understands, in that moment, that his feelings are stronger and more deeply rooted than he'd ever thought they could possibly be. Soulmates and their marks were tricky, fickle beasts and he'd begun to assume that he'd missed his chance with his own - he'd almost completely moved past the notion, accepting that it wasn't his lot in life. But here he sits, no longer a young man, overwhelmed with just how much he cares for Eggsy and optimistically considering a future that he'd thought lost to him.]

I didn't complain because there was no reason to. I wanted you here, whether I'd extended an invitation or not.

[Then, briefly, and for the first time, Harry doesn't think of the mark on his arm, the numbers or what they mean for either of them.]

If you were mine, Eggsy, I'd do everything within my control to make you happy.

[He glances down, tracking the movement of Eggsy's thumb, and back up again, meeting eyes that can never seem to make up their minds on whether they want to be more green or more blue.]

I fucking love you.

[The hand on his watch ticks - it's 09:16.45.]