Here’s a random something for you, hon. I think you mentioned liking my story “Jinx” so here’s an extra scene for you. Hope you’ve had a wonderful day!
Eggsy held out his hand expectantly. “Wallet please.”
Harry gave him a strange look before handing it over slowly. “I know I’ve spoken out against your pickpocketing, but this is decidedly less exciting.”
Eggsy didn’t respond. He flipped it open and traced his finger along the edges, clearly looking for-
Harry nearly snatched it out of his hands. “What are you doing?”
Eggsy moved out of his reach and Harry could feel the slow burn of embarrassment start to settle in. “I know you have it.”
Harry couldn’t help but lie while he made a half-hearted grab for his wallet again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar,” Eggsy replied as he dug his fingernail into the near-unnoticeable concealed compartment inside his wallet. He pulled out a photo.
The embarrassment had officially made its blotchy red way onto Harry’s neck and cheeks. “Oh, you meant that.”
It was a photo from last Christmas. Their hideously themed Christmas jumpers were almost completely overshadowed by their hideous happiness. But not completely overshadowed, as their jumpers were really quite awful.
Eggsy waved the photo around carelessly, like it wasn’t one of Harry’s most secretly prized possessions. “You can’t carry this shit around, Haz. What d’you think would happen if you showed this to someone and then fuckin’ harped on about how great I am and how stupidly happy we are?”
Harry said nothing.
“You’d be signing your own fucking death sentence!” Eggsy practically yelled. “Christ, it’s like you’ve never watched a movie before. It literally happens in every fucking war movie ever.”
“Well if I told people that you were awful and that we were unhappy and I had all the intention of dying alone, would that help?”
Eggsy stared at him seriously. “Maybe.”
“Fine, now give it back.”
The younger man’s gaze turned dubious. “You’d say that?”
Harry sighed and shook head. “Of course not Eggsy.”
“Mate, come on, I’m improving your life expectancy here.” Eggsy lowered his eyes to the photo in his hand. “I don’t think I could take it if you died,” he added quietly.
The ‘again’ was implied and it took all of Harry’s resolve to not reach over and literally shake some sense into the younger man. He tried a different strategy. “Have you seen The Princess Bride?”
“There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bird’s egg. Infinitely still, live as the root of Creation. Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof.”
It’s Miru’s birthday! :D On Monday she sent me a message with an idea of the boys going ice skating and if I would write the story and I thought it would be the perfect birthday gift :) I hope you like how it turned out, love, and have a very happy birthday *hugs*
There are a lot of people on the ice rink, making use of the winter sunshine and having some fun on the ice. Teenager chasing each other over the frozen area, couples holding hands as they skate together, little kids using cute little penguin figures to keep their balance on the slippery ground. Anders would give a lot for such a penguin to hold onto instead of the lanky vampire next to him who’s laughing his ass off.
“Really,” Mitchell chuckles. “I’ve never seen someone this bad in all my life.”
“I told you I can’t skate,” Anders grumbles, clinging onto Mitchell’s arm as if his life depends on it. “Never learned how to.”
“It’s easy,” Mitchell reassures Anders for what feels like the thousandth time, trying really hard not to laugh again. “You just need to relax a bit. And maybe let go of me a little.”
Anders looks up at him like he just suggested to grow a pair of wings which sends Mitchell into another fit of giggles. “Only a little bit, Anders. Not completely.”
“You’re trying to kill me,” Anders grumbles but loosen his bruising grip, giving Mitchell enough room so slide right in front of him.
“Let go of my arm and take my hands,” Mitchell orders, holding out his hands for Anders to take. The blond raises an eyebrow at the vampire but nonetheless lets go of his arm very slowly before gripping his hands tightly, looking up at the brunet with a curious expression. Mitchell gives him an encouraging smile before he starts to slide backwards, getting Anders to follow his moves slowly.
It works well for a few slides, Anders growing a bit more confident on his ice skates, until he stumbles a bit over a small bump in the ice. But he doesn’t fall because there are strong arms around his waist before he can even think of falling down. “Have you,” Mitchell whispers into his ear with a wide grin, holding him tight. “The bad ice won’t hurt you, baby.”
Anders can’t stop the grin that spreads on his lips, burying his face into Mitchell’s jacket to muffle the chuckle that spills over. “You’re a dick!”
“Learned from the best,” Mitchell laughs and leans back a bit so he’s able to look at Anders again. “Want to try it again?”
Anders sighs but nods. “As long as you won’t let me fall.”
Mitchell grins and leans down to steal a chaste little kiss before he lets go of Anders’ waist and takes his hands again. “Never.”