EAMON OâSULLIVAN
itâs just beautiful here, donât you think? itâs grey and miserable, just like ireland, so in a way, it feels like home already. eamonâs about to come out with something light to that effect when he turns and his world fucking stops. the man in front of him is breathtaking â if eamon had to breathe, that is. heâs almost marble, but no, thatâs not quite right, because thereâs nothing cold and unfriendly about him. he has eyes the colour of liquid amber, eamon recognises that immediately. knows his own eyes are similar. knows that theyâre alike in some ways, but in others, theyâre the opposite. this man was beyond words, there were not enough that eamon had learned in his entire existence. none would come close. he can feel something, a shift in the atmosphere, the way the flowers whispered. itâs different now. was this what it was like? he had watched other members of his coven, his family, find their mate, find their one. but heâd never dreamed this was how it felt. âitâs more or less the same where iâm from,â he responds after a moment, realising heâs probably been silent for too long. flowers, long since buried, fight their way through the thick blanket of white snow. a single violet.Â
eli turns to look at the person beside him and heâs positive the world slows down to nothing. all that is there is him, this man. heâs gorgeous -- brown hair and the similar gold eyes. his face is perfect, elias has never met anyone who has ever been as beautiful as the boy in front of him. his eyes flash PURPLE as the emotion hits him -- this is it. what heâd been waiting for, that moment so many people have. and suddenly the sun is bright and the rainbow is there. itâs been so long that he lost control of his emotions but standing here feeling like thereâs a magnetic pull between him and this man is what does it. his hands twitch to reach out and touch, to claim what should have always been his. âwhoopsie daisy,â he whispered, his eyes still staring at the brunette in front of him, he could feel the sun on him he knew heâd been the cause -- his eyes flashed white, and the snowy weather went back to normal. heâd had such a different experience in other covens where he never met a soulmate -- never met someone over his 400+ years on this planet. heâd been so lonely for so long, in an unexplainable kind of way. itâs automatic though -- this thing pulling him so deeply to the other. âireland,â itâs not a question when he says it, he knows that accent. he hopes this isnât out of place, but he canât help it has to say it and itâs out before he can even try to stop himself, âyou --â he hesitates, âyouâve kept me waiting quite a while,â and then he sees the pop of colour coming through the snow. he looks down at it with a smile, âare you magic?â he asks in a dreamy voice, heâs never met anyone who can grow plants.Â











