silence is pain
ok so im trying to start a fic where harry is mute and him and eggsy find it very frustrating to communicate with each other, as recommended by gothiethefairy (sorry hon, it won’t let me tag you!) obviously this isn’t very much at all I’ve only just started but I thought I’d share the first few paragraphs if anyone’s interested :).
Finding out that Harry was in fact alive and NOT dead was some of the best news Eggsy had ever heard. He’d made sure he looked his best before getting on the flight to Kentucky. The good thing was that he could disguise his attempt to impress Harry as making himself look good for meeting the Statesman. Pffft, yeah, right. They could take him or leave him, he couldn’t give a fuck what they thought about him. But it was easier to pass it off as that.
“He’s here, he’s alive and well… But there is something a little different about Harry, Eggsy. You need to know that.” Merlin told Eggsy, before letting him into the secure room.
“Yeah, yeah Merlin, nothing I can’t handle. I’ll be out soon.” Eggsy pushed past, ignoring Merlin’s protests.
Harry sat in the middle of the room, a little slimmer than he was, an ugly grey sweater hanging off his small frame. A fucking eyepatch on his eye.
That was it? Harry had lost an eye, and Merlin felt the need to warn Eggsy about it? Who did Merlin think he was, some sort of judgemental dickhead?
Harry hadn’t even turned around at the sound of the door. He sat there, staring at the wall… He looked miserable. Eggsy sat down next to him. Still no response or movement.
He took the older man’s hand gently, hoping to get any response, even negative. Nothing.
“Hey, Haz. You doing alright?”
Finally, movement. Harry turned slowly to him. A warm smile grew on his face as he took Eggsy’s hand with his own shaky hands.
“I… I missed you, Harry. Bloody hell, I thought you was dead. I can’t believe you’re here.” He threw his arms round Harry, and pulled him close and tight. The older man stayed silent, but accepted the hug, and slowly put his arms round Eggsy.
Eggsy started to feel uncomfortable. While Harry wasn’t an overly social person, he was oddly quiet. He hadn’t spoke one word - why? Was he still angry at Eggsy after the argument before the whole incident?
“Harry, I’m sorry about the argument. Honestly, I was a total dickhead… Please don’t be angry at me. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
He pulled himself away from Harry and noticed that he had tears in his eyes. Yet, he still said nothing. By now, Eggsy felt miserable. He had the perfect reunion scenario pictured in his head, yet the reality was Harry wouldn’t even speak to him.
“Look, I’m gonna go, I can tell you’re still pissed at me, and I don’t wanna to make you more angry at me. Just… Call me whenever you want, yeah? Maybe we can go for dinner, or lunch, or something… God, I sound stupid. I’m sorry, Harry.” Eggsy stuttered, before standing up. He couldn’t tell if Harry had tried to cling onto him as he stood up, but it was probably all in his head.