Because your writing is beautiful and you're a good human.
(You can find this on my AO3 too)
His blue eyes are bright and crinkling at the corners.
He feels the curve of his lips tugging up into a smirk, then a smile, then a full on grin.
He snaps his fingers and the too crisp, too white, too angelic suit vanishes.
Replaced by a familiar soft, threadbare velveteen waistcoat, trousers and lightweight jacket.
His hands reach automatically to adjust the blue tartan bowtie.
The muscles in his cheeks ache from smiling so hard and so big.
Will he be waiting l ike he’d said after they’d done it again.
In spite of everything, in spite of themselves, they’d saved the world.
Through awkward conversations and meticulous planning, through sheer will and that etheric, primal pull to trust each other again.
To work together and cooperate.
It was over for the last time.
He’s riding this elevator for the last time.
The systems crumbled, dismantled, changed.
He feels the momentum slowing down and he’s here, on Earth again.
The doors swish open and he takes a step out into the sunlight.
He lifts his hand to shield his eyes from the brilliance and he looks.
He seeks the only face he wants to see and touch and kiss for the rest of eternity.
The only being he wants to share the universe with.
He takes another step and a familiar, slim shadow crosses his path, holding out a hand.
Forgoing his makeshift sunshade he reaches out with both his hands and is pulled into the only arms he wants to feel around him.
Beloved lips find his own and his corporeal heart skips a beat.
