ed and y/n were watching quarter final match between france and england in y/n living room.
ed came over with excuse to see new couch. there wasnt much. couch and lamp and coffee table and wall length tv and book shelves with couple of books left. his friend lost it couple of months ago and gave away all 7k something books carefully collected and taken care of so no creases were seen on spines. bright but damned to be mad.
shaun declared with laugh couple of days earlier that he is not much of a fan.
but that night he showed up neverthelss. in second extra time.
warm light form inside bathed him as he took of his shoes in hallway. putting scarf on hanger, one y/n loves so much, he smirked at voices coming from living room. wood paneld walls and plush carpets, friends that will never be seen apart from each other. he liked ed, but sometimes y/n history scared him. it scared and fascinated him that platonic love like that exists; people aren't supposed to be myths; it kills all human in them.
He came into living roon carrying notebooks and files sunder arm, leaned down and kissed her head before settling on couch.
ed held bottle mid air watching the aparation behind tiffany lamp.
"i thought you said you didnt watch"
"aye well, "his hard liverpool accent coming through. "you like it so i came to support" he gives side smile cheeky god and y/n is tempted to kiss him but they play it cool even if ed knows all about them.
some time ago, there were rumors of y/n's involment apprently with messi himself. how much of it is true, like real gent he is, he will never ask her, but sometimes stupid things can make us feel like downgrades.
how much of it was true?
when kane misses his chance ed and y/n are on their feet.
"dude come on!"
"have you see this?!"
"unbelievable"
shaun watch them taking in their joy and silliness and its then that he realizes he wishes to stay in this silly little corner of world with them. it might just be what he was looking for all those nights ago when y/n picked him up and changed trajectory of destiny.
or we were already on it, caught up with it just in time, grabbing it in our hands and making it ours?
isnt the point of all the wanderings to find place where you wont have to be serious without being called weirdo?
y/n kissed his cheek when france won. "dont worry darling. you are still my champion."
these two best of friends were mythical creatures living in some other world; too alike yet too calm to be part of real one. shaun didnt believe them when they spun folk tales of sick daringness to be unconventional. he wasnt here to pry them apart or put himself between them, make y/n choose between passing infatuation and loyality that spreads deeper than he knew his own heart.
"now whats that you have here?" y/n playfully pushed shaun's knee nodding toward papers and files he had spread around on coffee table.
"just some scribbles. for plot and things."
she looked at him thoughtfully. then kissed his face as she reached conclusion only known to her.
"just dont bring up another bocardo syllogism"
winter was on brink of crossing the forest border and bringing cold days to their doors. but somewhere in all this changes, something was blooming. and this meadow will protect it among the holiest.
