@heamarvel asked for a sneak peak into what we are working on for the event. It isnât the happiest scene, but it gives important backstory. Also, maybe randomly, it is a Highlander crossover...
Prompt 1: Christmas Tree Farm.
Pairing: Phil Coulson (POV for this scene) and Clint Barton, because apparently thatâs all I can write at the moment...
Ambling into town, nodding at the people he knew, stopped to talk to Mrs MacIntyre down the road about the boundary fence that the last storm had damaged and helped Timmy rescue his ball from a ditch. He had been here long enough to be known but as with all small communities unless you were born there you would always be an outsider.
He didnât mind it so much, they left him alone for the most part.
Taking a longer route to Main Street, let him approach from a different direction than his home and cover more ground to try and feel the stranger out, he was one street over when the mind brushed against his again. The next step solidified the contact. It was the caress of spring air against his mind, heavy with moisture and growth. He remembered that feeling, only one mind he had ever come across felt like that. Kourosh. Cocideus. Oro. The man he had loved and lost. Each step another scent memory. Hot hide glue in a winter hut. Sweat and sand. Lust. Sex.
He could barely put one foot in front of another. His heart pounding in his chest from fear and want. The quickening screaming a warning in his head, it had never fully accepted the other man as âNot a Threatâ in the way other paired immortalsâ told him their lightening did. It burned through his limbs, tingling in his fingers, readying his body to defend itself. To draw blood and accept the life force of another.
That bloodlust wouldnât be quenched today. He may have ripped out Kouroshâs heart, but he wouldnât cut off his head.
Meeting the eyes of his one time lover for the first time since that horrible night in Hispania was sweet pain. For a second, the kind man look out at him from behind eyes as temperamental as the ocean. They were grey with weariness at the presence of an unknown immortal. Phil saw the second he was recognised. His eyes slammed to slate grey. He had only seen that colour once, when Cocideus had been swirling with too many emotions for any single one to come to the fore.
He hated that he had put that look back in his eye, knowing a good chunk of the whirlwind was pain.
Slowly they moved towards each other. With so many people around they could pretend not to know each other. Did he want that? No, what he wanted was to pull him close and never let him go again. Things were different now, at least in this part of the world. They could love without fear.
At two, Koroush cut his eyes away and walk passed as if they didnât know each other.
