watchful eyes (tronnor)

epilogue; the smile of the destined

(six years later)

the room is full of white.

troye waits, and he watches.

there is a crowd of people he loves, waiting and watching with him. (connor's family is not there, but they can make their own little family without them.)

someone is playing piano, and troye remembers the taste of connor's lips and the touch of his fingers on his own. immediately, this song becomes connor just as much as any that he's written before. half beats and melodies, purple and blue.

connor walks slowly to the altar and troye wants to tell him to run.

(they have been waiting an eternity and troye just wants and he wants now.)

everything in him is yearning and wanting and needing. he's leaning towards connor, to those eyes the color of the sea, to those lips that taste of everything beautiful, to that voice that sings everything that troye needs in the world.

everything.

there was a part of troye that slipped away in years of thinking he would never be happy, in thinking that connor would never look at him the way that troye wanted him to.

it comes back now.

here are the lovers and the fools and the kings and the jokers. (here is also the daylight, the heartbreaker, the maiden, the moon, the needed, the prophet, the queen.)

everyone.

"i love you," troye says, and connor lives for those words.

(their first song as husband and husband is made of pink and white; cliffs and waves; light touches and soft smiles; a black suit and a blue tie; love and love and love.)

troye watches.

connor smiles.

"i love you too," connor says, and troye melts into the words.

(their first kiss as husband and husband is made of full lips and bruised collarbones; cherry and violin strings; sunrises and melted ice cream cones; love and love and love.)

and then troye smiles, too.