Title: Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Pairing: Soma/Agni
Prompt: Amnesty in January: Table 13, # 2: My hands are cold
Words: 534
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: A simple touch and a look of love are all you need on a cold morning…
Author's note: Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for all her help!
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Soma shivered as they strolled along the London streets on their way back from visiting the market. "Brrr…" he said softly as he blew on his hands and rubbed them together. "My hands are cold, Agni."
"Let me see, my prince, "Agni said as they paused out of the way of passers-by. Shifting the bags onto his arms by putting his hands through the handles, he gently took Soma's hands in his. Agni rubbed his hands over them. "Better?"
Soma nodded. "Much… Thanks, Agni." He smiled as he loved how soft the cotton bandages on Agni's right hand felt. "I wish I was more like my grandfather's people, and not bothered by the cold." Soma sighed. "Are you cold, Agni?"
"A little bit, my prince, but I have had to endure much worse."
Soma nodded. "I'm sorry, Agni."
"Don't be. I was foolish enough to throw my life away, my prince, it's only right I pay for my sins. Besides, if I hadn't, we'd never have met." Agni smiled. He let go of Soma's hands, thankful that the prince was slender as well as exotic enough to pass for an Indian girl when dressed in warmer clothes for traveling, as the English seemed to have a thing against people showing affection for each other in public, especially two men. The last time they had attracted unwanted attention, young Master Ciel had to bail them out of trouble. And while neither of them was happy about being called an idiot, Agni understood the reasoning behind it. Besides, having experienced an Indian jail, he had no intention of ending up in an English one.
"That's true."
"Yes, now let's hurry home. I'll make us some tea when we get there."
They began walking home.
"And can we have some of those scones you made with jam?" Soma asked.
"If you would like that, my prince, I'll warm them a bit in the oven while I make the tea"
"I'd like that very much, Agni."
"So would I, my prince."
They exchanged glances, Soma's bright smile warming Agni's heart as it was a smile he reserved for him alone. Even if they had to be as guarded here with their affections as they had been in the palace, it was still much better than being back home in the palace. No one gossiped about them, spreading lies and false rumors, their benefactors, instead, turning a blind eye to it as long as they kept it private. And despite Soma's occasional mooning over Miss Elizabeth and foolishness concerning Master Ciel, Agni had the feeling he was first in the prince's heart just as Soma was first in his.
Soma took Agni's hand, giving it a quick gentle squeeze. It was still cold, but the warmth Agni felt in his brief touch made him think of those lazy days spent in the peacock pavilion, getting to know one another as their friendship took root like the radhachura trees that overran the forgotten garden where the pavilion stood. And when Soma smiled again, that special smile reserved just for him, Agni knew everything they had gone through so far was worth it. Their friendship, somewhere along the way, becoming love…