To all things housed in her silence, nature offers a violence
Paddy Mayne/Eoin McGonigal
Est. word count: 35-40K
Summary: Paddy is no stranger to anger or violence. Yet his world is turned upside down when he has to accept something darker lurks inside of him, a beast much more dangerous than anything he's ever faced before - but no less fond of Eoin than Paddy himself.
Every night, without fault, Eoin saunters over to Paddy's side of the tent, heedless to the lurch Paddy's heart gives every time and unaware of the danger he puts himself in every time he chooses Paddy's company. Every time Paddy fails to warn him.
More than once during the week he's opened his mouth, intent on asking Eoin to bunk with someone else for the foreseeable future, but then Eoin will turn to him, lips already curled in that bright smile of his — "Should we head to the shooting range, Paddy?"—, and Paddy can never find the strength to do it.
The readiness with which he bends to Eoin's will should frighten him. Yet, Paddy's blood runs cold for another reason; it is fond of Eoin, too. More than that, it craves Eoin's company with such primal need it drives Paddy mad, a pull stronger than gravity urging him to get ever closer to Eoin. Sitting next to him isn't enough, not when Paddy's mind buzzes with the need to bury his face in Eoin's neck, or when his fingers twitch to touch pale skin, and wipe the beads of sweat at Eoin's temple. Listening to him talk is torture when all Paddy can think of is how Eoin's words would feel against his skin.
Any semblance of distance is felt like a privation of something that the beast cannot live without — but the sensation of lack is so strong and runs so deep, Paddy cannot tell if it is it or him that suffers most from Eoin's absence.
Featuring art and concept by @davidstirlings and fic by @hisbelfastboy , to all things housed in silence, nature offers a violence will be revealed on Sunday, December 28
