[The reaction is so intense, Newt is still in awe it comes from Hermann...but of course it does. Because they do match, and where Newt is outward and exploding, Hermann is inward and ready to burst, emotions a deep undercurrent until times like these when Newt is struck by the sheer depth of what his partner feels for him and that he ever could have doubted it.
They aren't alone. They never can be fully again. It is a beautiful and daunting piece of knowledge that, as long as they both shall live in this world, there was always going to be someone who would have a piece of him, know him on a level only Newt was otherwise known by himself...and that with that knowledge, Hermann has chosen to love him and learn him, compensate for his shortcomings, raise him up...instead of tear him down from his most vulnerable points.
Hermann loves him and loving Hermann is as natural and necessary as breathing. Helping him is second nature in the way the eternally thoughtless and selfish Newt has never before known.
And while he can sense Hermann's desire to snapshot this moment forever, he has never been able to keep thoughts to himself.
Habit dictates running his mouth, but the usual cool comments cling in his throat as it tightens with emotion. Hermann. A little warning, man. You can't just pull those feelings out like that. He blinks back tears and pulls a hand away from Hermann to wipe his own eyes, then touches Hermann's cheek, eyes shining with hope and adoration. He wants to fall into the warm richness of Hermann's eyes, be part of his skin. S-soulmates? That's the kind of dumb stuff I think.
Some shaky breathes, then quietly, the thought unfiltered.] Told you you were everything.
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Date: 2016-07-02 07:00 am (UTC)They aren't alone. They never can be fully again. It is a beautiful and daunting piece of knowledge that, as long as they both shall live in this world, there was always going to be someone who would have a piece of him, know him on a level only Newt was otherwise known by himself...and that with that knowledge, Hermann has chosen to love him and learn him, compensate for his shortcomings, raise him up...instead of tear him down from his most vulnerable points.
Hermann loves him and loving Hermann is as natural and necessary as breathing. Helping him is second nature in the way the eternally thoughtless and selfish Newt has never before known.
And while he can sense Hermann's desire to snapshot this moment forever, he has never been able to keep thoughts to himself.
Habit dictates running his mouth, but the usual cool comments cling in his throat as it tightens with emotion. Hermann. A little warning, man. You can't just pull those feelings out like that. He blinks back tears and pulls a hand away from Hermann to wipe his own eyes, then touches Hermann's cheek, eyes shining with hope and adoration. He wants to fall into the warm richness of Hermann's eyes, be part of his skin. S-soulmates? That's the kind of dumb stuff I think.
Some shaky breathes, then quietly, the thought unfiltered.] Told you you were everything.