I’m hoping putting a little bit of this story out into the void will help motivate me to write more, so here’s the first little bit of my clegan soulmate au! <3
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John fell in love in Walla Walla.
He fell in love with that split second on the runway when he pulled back on the yoke and the wheels of his B-17 left the ground for the first time. He fell in love with the shock of relief of the icy high-altitude air after spending too long taxiing the runway in the stagnant air of an enclosed cockpit.
He fell in love with a fort almost seeming to float through the air, all engines feathered.
He fell in love with messy golden hair tumbling out of the hatch and a smile as bright as the sun glinting off of metal wingtips.
So it was no surprise, really, that when Gale ran a hand across the hull of his plane gently, reverently, and said “I’m in love,” in that low awestruck croon, that his name was simultaneously etched into the pale skin of John’s wrist.















