[Ikaris and his S/O reunite after millenia long long time. Very short and cute oneshot.]
Word count: 1k. No warnings that I can identify but I may be wrong?
Maybe it was the way the sunset didn’t quite feel the same, golden sun streaks enveloping your body to keep you warm before the night. Maybe it was the fire that rained from above, painting the inky night sky with embers from pained humans. Their conflict was their own and sometimes, most times, it was hard to watch from the sidelines.
You squeezed the hand enclosed in yours, refusing to turn your head and meet their gaze as Druig spoke, lost in his frustrations.
“Could our mission have been a mistake? Are we really helping these people build a better world?” He argues, turning away to watch over the war below. “We’re just like the soldiers down there. Pawns to their leaders, blinded by loyalty. It ends here.”
Suddenly, the humans halt their movements, weapons quickly being abandoned as they fall to the ground with damp metal clinks. It's not long till the warmth in your hand is ripped away, now throwing Druig to the wall.
“Let them go.” Druig dismisses the steely gaze of Ikaris along with his cooling demand. “Stop.” Druig’s gaze settles on Ajak as you come behind and peel Ikaris away. “If you want to stop me, you’re gonna have to make me. You’re gonna have to kill me.” An uneasy silence settled about the room as the people he once called family watched as Druig descended to the burning rubble below, becoming the first of the Eternals to leave.
Ikaris brings you to his side as Ajak confirms that your mission is done, that exploring the Earth to its many ends is now your wish if you so desire. And you did. You crane your head towards Ikaris, who looks down at you with a worrying look, squeezing your hip gently but seeing no change in your weak smile. The both of you leave them, seeking solace and sanctuary with one another.
“What’s the matter?” His voice soft and low as his chest brushes against yours when he gives you his full attention. You shake your head as his large, warm hand meets your cheek.
“I don’t know.” You lie, his thumb swiping a stray tear away. “Do you want to leave?” You nod, tears freely streaming down your cheeks. “It’s too much Ikaris, watching them fight and never learning from their mistakes.” You sigh, his hands holding your face to keep your gaze. “I want to be free of this guilt. Being as strong as I am and never allowed to help because it is supposed to be so.” He kisses you tenderly, leading your back to hit the stone wall behind. The kiss breaks and his arms circle your waist as he rests his head shoulder. “I want to live a life without a moment to think about what we had or hadn’t done.”
“You want to run away?” He accuse, pulling away at arm's length. :Its not running away, Ikaris. You heard Ajak. Our mission is over. We are free.” His blue iris’s keenly meet yours, his moment of denial and selfishness leaving him.
“I can’t force you to stay.” He whispers, voice on the verge of breaking. HIs forehead presses against yours for the last time. Now it's his turn to cry and yours to hold his cheek. “We will meet again... in our own time.” You eyes shut.
As you bring his face to yours, hands mapping out his features as you wipe him of his tears, Ikaris murmurs in his thick accent. “In another time.” He continues. You nod adamantly. “In another time soon, promise?.” You whisper on his lips before meeting them firmly. Ikaris eagerly accepts them and more. He holds you close, hands pressing every inch of you to his body, trying to make you one.
You reciprocate the feeling, squeezing his face gently before pulling his head closer, keeping his lips on yours. You barely register when Ikaris picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He holds you firmly against the wall as his kisses slip from your lips once or twice but always returns as his hands paw at your thighs and waist, solemnly squeezing your rear and hips in the process. A moan escapes you in the form of a sigh, softly lingering in the air between you two.
The last word leaving his lips before your legs squeeze his waist and pull him closer for the last time. “Promise.”
The salty air skims over your flushing flesh. The sounds of crystal waves crashing in the distance greeting you for the morning. The winter chill waning out and this first day of spring was already exceeding your delight in the change of season.
You’d lost count in how many mornings you’d awaken to the sight, only knowing it was much more than someone could count on their fingers, but not enough to forget the life and family you had known before. You feel your eyes well and your chest tightens, making you turn away from the sea.
As you turn over your shoulder, the light blinds you momentarily, prompting you to shield your eyes. In the sun's rays you see a tall figure invading the yellow halo and your breath hitches as you come to recognize the being in its totality.
Do you walk?
Or do you run?
You sprint.
Your bolting frame barely dents the figure, and when you finally take them in, it's only then is your intuition confirmed.
Ikaris, the same as you left him, welcomes you home in his arms, picking you up to hold you tight and securely to his person.
No words are spoken as you meet each other's lips for the first time in decades. Decades and more. Meeting his eyes when you part, he mimics the watery gaze you hold that breaks soon enough.
Your arms around his neck and shoulders tighten before they plant themselves firmly on his face, much like the last time you saw him. His stark brow line, cool blue eyes, and severely sharp jawline. Not a single change from when you left him. He relishes in the sensation, so long without your touch making him sigh.
“I can’t believe you’re here, I can’t believe you’re here...” You murmur in a trace, prepared for the cruel joke that someone has played on you to come to light before you begin to cry. Ikaris chuckles as your feet meet the ground once again. You both silently rejoice, meeting peace for the first time in decades, holding each other close keeping connected.
The moment sorely wavers as you relieve yourself from the embrace. “We made a promise, didn’t we?”
I posted a scan of the article in Metro about the rains of castamere yesterday, I didn't think much of it at the time apart from "oh cool GoT is in a national paper that's free". Then I went to bed and I thought more about it and I just thought, hang on... this episode affected so many viewers and has gone down as such an emotional and shocking ordeal that it made PAGE 3 OF A NATIONAL NEWSPAPER everyone on my tram was reading it. The article quotes George Martin and how he'd said he's written the whole book and then went back to the Red Wedding and how it was like murdering two of his children (I'm paraphrasing here). This scene was so powerful in both the book and the series that it took up an entire page and I felt so much less alone, a little sad but also so happy that the article had quoted George Martin himself.
Imagine then my surprise when I see Richard Maddon on the front of today's metro (as Robb Stark obviously). Apparently loads of anger viewers complained that Metro had spoilt that episode for them as they hadn't watched it yet! I think that's crap to be honest, the book was out years ago and the episode had already aired, it's not like they spoilt it before it aired or leaked anything, some people need to chill out. But still it was impressive, two days in a row for a TV series to be featured in such a big paper and to have caused so many feelings.
