!!warning this is SO cheesy but i got the urge Silence. That was what he needed. Peace and quiet. Perhaps some wind, and maybe some tea. Tea, silence and wind. No ocean. He hated the ocean. He hated birds twittering and people talking and smiling and grocery stores and bright lights and mud and cars and annoying little dogs. Peace. Calm. Quiet. “Maybe I need a Sun, as well.” he thought. “Maybe I need the warmth.” /She/ was the Sun. She didn’t warm him, but she was warm. She was kind, and emotional and she didn’t hate very many things, besides perhaps his grumpy moods. Maybe she didn’t even hate those. She needed a lot more things than she hated. She needed the ocean and the birds twittering and the smiling people and the grocery stores and the lights and the mud and the cars and the annoying little dogs. If he let her in, she’d bring all that with her. He hated those things. He hated them with a passion. But she was the Sun. And perhaps, one day, when he was ready, he’d be willing to let her in, and bring all the things she needed, because he’d get her. He’d get the Sun. And that would be enough.
based off of broadchurch. yes i’m an alec and ellie shipper. actually kind of yes and sort of no. they’re soulmates, platonic or not. also felt like i had to write this
