00:00:00 [ Gimme all you got, lovely~ ]
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
   A beauty so ethereal that it is almost akin to a dream he walks in, was his thought when he first lay eyes upon the elven princeling. A vision he feared would shatter then fade if he is to linger in his stare or even dwell upon his desire to reach out and caress upon that kind face, touch on the golden locks that glow beneath even the smallest and softest ray of light. Awe flourished and clung to the wide set of light azure irises as he stood there, astonished to have turned on his small feet to see the prince in such close distance. Stilled in place as delicate curls of chocolate brown swayed and caressed along the sides of the youthful face.
   Imladris' serene sights merely a blur with the elf upon its foreground and all is forgotten as the two are met. Even the numbers that had been trickling down upon the tiny wrist, he had never known its purpose prior to this and is much to preoccupied as the distance between them is closed. There may have been a gasp, yet it went unnoticed as tiny digits nearly furled around the iris he had picked up when he first entered the gardens. This is too much of a dream, but it is one he wished he need not wake up from ever. A dire need and urge to be with the prince even if he is a mere child of man, there is also the gentle rush and wave of bliss and tranquil happiness when the blond presented a flower. Even the blossom cannot obscure the elf's own beauty in kindness.Â
   Guided by instincts, he accepted the flower and in return he presented the iris, plucked from its very root, petals fresh, fragrant and delicately bloomed. A symbolism of hope, the very meaning of the namesake bestowed upon the child. Subtle brushes of contrasting colored digits as the exchange happened, unbeknownst to the little one, their numbers matched as they flashed and alerted in silence that the long awaited moment has happened. A moment that'd delay to transpire until much later in one's lifetime. The young brunet could care less, shown with the significant spread of a smile, rosy tinge that surfaced along the supple cheeks, great inhale as he felt his heart be filled with a sense of completion as their hands connected.Â
   Purified irises seemed to shine and glisten with unadulterated happiness at the acceptance, at the gentle and solid touch of the more calloused and grown digits around his own and the warm greeting. Even his voice is a melodious chime to the ears of a child, heart set aflutter. "Cormamin lindua ele lle." Breathless, soft and tiniest bit clumsy still with the accent, but each syllable and word rang true as Estel relayed them. Never did he fathom he'd meet the lovely prince like this, having seen him from afar once before and now here they both are. It had been a silent wish to a child all by himself and now, before him he kneels, a smile solely for him. This meeting indeed meant to be, he can feel it within his still growing bones.
  As he stared into those tender pools of soft blue, he knew nothing else need not matter. "You need not wait any longer," an instinctive response, though almost unsure as to why he had uttered such. Alas, once more though, it passed as he felt no distinct regret. Not when fate has interwoven their paths together, for the two souls to converge and their futures undoubtedly entwine together. As is the warm clasp of their hands, all differences laid aside as they have finally been blessed with happiness only soulmates can grant to each other. "Lle uue amin. Amin uee lle."
