For @robininthelabyrinth, who needed it. Playing around with the soulmate!trophe - with some concepts taken originally from the Exalted RPG.
Mick Rory’s first thought on seeing the scrawny, underfed kid spitting curses vile enough to result in a three-month stay in solitary wasn’t a fucking commentary on his looks.
Yeah, his eyes were kinda interesting-looking, but it wasn’t as if Mick could actually see them, what with the six different Family members currently trying to beat the ever-loving shit out of the kid. And yeah, his skin was pale and kinda reminded him of snow just before it got crushed by the snowplough, but that only highlighted the bruises running up and down the brat’s arms.
Mick Rory’s first thought wasn’t about the unknown kid’s mouth or his skin. It was actually why am I in love with this guy?
This was his soulmate? This thin-enough-to-be-a-scarecrow kid currently trying to nail Santini in the balls while trying to gouge Donny’s eyes with his fingernails? And yeah, kudos for his viciousness and all, but this brat was going to be the most important person in Mick’s life from now until he croaked? This kid? At least he hadn’t seen Mick yet, because the whole recognizing-your-pair thing didn’t set in until visual contact (at least according to his second shrink, who had tried to comfort him after the Fire by telling Mick all about the person who was going to be his second self, his most precious person in the world…)
…and that was Tony with the home-made shiv, being sure to take his time and hold it where the Kid could see it coming. Mick settled back glumly, waiting for his Second Self to get up and start royally kicking ass – because the one thing that everyone knew was that Those Guys were strength and power and speed incarnate. Wasn’t any way that Tony was gonna be able to land a blow –
Except. Except the kid had been taking a royal beating, and was currently fighting like hell as he strained away from the makeshift blade and what the fuck.
Mick was on the bastard before he so much as lifted the damn thing, love and fealty and protectiveness riding him like a possession, and he hated it. So. Much. Hated the deep-seated urge to keep this nameless kid safe and happy, hated the love that bubbled deep in his chest like lava, hated hated hated the wordless urge to comfort the kid and wrap him in fucking bubble wrap.
The six Family kids went down fast, and Mick turned, hate and love mixing on his tongue as he stared down at the kid, who was staring up at him in – total incomprehension?
“…thanks.” The kid said after a long moment, words slightly slurred. Blue eyes – and they were blue, a kinda washed-out blue like the sky after a snowfall – blinked up suspiciously at him, the scrawny body shifting slightly as if poised to run away from –
Away from Mick?
Need and protectiveness surged in Mick’s chest as the kid went on. “I’d probably be dead if not for you. So – thanks.”
Thanks? Was he kidding? Those Guys could take a blade straight to the fucking chest and still walk away from it, probably, what the fuck was this kid playing at – wait.
Scared – no, what was the word - wary of Mick. Beaten up by fucking Family kids. Wasn’t fucking bursting out into all that shit they said on TV, about how they were two halves of a single whole, not even trying to give him an order –
“What’d ya want?” The kid looked resigned, scrunching up as if he expected Mick to be the next person to take a swing at him, and what the fuck –
He didn’t fucking know? Mick felt his own jaw drop slightly as he stared at the kid, who was now glaring up at him, legs shifting as if trying to figure out the best time to make a break for it. But – yeah, it fit, it all fit, they did say that Those Guys didn’t feel it as strongly as Mick’s kind did, and if the kid – if the kid didn’t know what Mick knew (two-as-one, always together, never alone, never be alone again, SHUT UP INSTINCT) then –
Then Mick must just have an opportunity on his hands here.
“Who says I have to want anything, sunshine?” Mick grunted – only partly as a test, he was shocked to find himself genuinely interested.
The kid made a face. “Sunshine? Where’d you get that?”
Yep. Theory confirmed. The kid didn’t know.
Mick Rory grinned down at his unknowing soulmate.
Oh yes. He could work with this.