𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐧
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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐧
Amir Khusrau - The Romance of Duval Rānī and Khizr Khān tr. by Sunil Sharma
“ 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐰, 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮? " @newtears
calla’s never been in love before. to an elf, she’s lived a relatively short amount of time, many would even call her a child still. she’s yet to experience the highs and lows of life that so many have already mapped out. but what she feels for viserys is something she’s certain has been blossoming into 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. even if her parents tell her it’s wrong, even if the whole world is against them, she knows that it will change nothing. she will still love him, and the world will continue to turn despite it.
her worries, however, lay within the wrath of her father. calla knows that viserys is easily the strongest person she’s ever met, and against her magicless father he will always come up victorious. but, she knows what he is capable of outside of war. he is a king, afterall, and there are so many lifetimes and endless streams of knowledge that he has access to. if he wanted viserys to stay away from her, he could easily do it. one single rule would be all it took, and they would be torn apart forever. at least, it’s what she’d always thought. calla had grown up thinking that her parents word was 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚, and there was no changing it or defying it. mischievous as she was, she’d never truly gone against her parents. never to the extent of inflicting wrath.
but now she could no longer stand by and let them rule over her life as they pleased. she was a princess, but she deserved to love, she deserved to live, she deserved to have the future that she wished for. defying them was something she’d been bracing herself for - but she never thought viserys would be standing right next to her through it. his spoken devotion made her heart soar, and she knew with every atom in her being that this was the right choice. he would fight for her, and that was enough. it was more than she’d ever needed.
“ no, ” calla says quietly, shaking her head. she reaches for him, as she always does, her palm pressed against the hard line of his jaw as she runs a gentle thumb across his cheek. she adores him to no end, so much so that she cannot always find the words to voice it. “ i have never doubted you, ” she presses up on her toes and kisses his chin, offering him a smile. “ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚. ”
“ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭… 𝐢’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤. ” @cfwarricrs
stark is beginning to wonder if his feelings are not so easily concealed as he’d like to think. lately, those around him have been able to tell when there is a shift in his mood, despite it never being so obvious before. he wonders if he’s going soft or if the reality of aging has played a part in it. regardless, it’s a pain to deal with, but when it’s someone he trusts it isn’t so bad. it’s nice to be cared about, as little as he’d like to admit.
“ thank you, elias, ” he says. it’s the first time he’s thanked anyone so straight forward. tip toeing around the topic of conversation is something stark is particularly good at, but with elias, he feels like being blunt is more effective. perhaps it’s because he is not so well versed in stark’s bullshit just yet.
“ and the same goes for you. i hope you know i am someone that you can lean on. i am not only your commander, i am also your friend ... so don’t worry about me 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝, ” stark shakes his head, looking away with a small smile. “ just in my feelings tonight, happens to us all, hm ? ”
𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! @cfwarricrs
stark hesitates for just a moment, staring down at the freezing lake underneath him. he’s already shivering to his bones standing atop the cliff face without any clothes on, but the idea of submerging himself in the icy water below made him think he was going to freeze until the next century.
“ i think we’re insane, ” stark says to aidan, who is standing next to him just as cold and bare. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜. the reckless stupidity of their youth is what keeps the two of them from going truly insane with boredom, but this is perhaps one of their worse ideas.
“ fuck it, ” he shakes his head, giving aidan one last grin before he’s jumping to his demise. the cold water rushes up from underneath him, and within seconds hes engulfed in nothing but cold. he can’t feel or hear a thing as he sinks deeper and deeper, and finally the shock sets in and he’s kicking his feet to emerge from the water. when his head breaks free from the sting of the ice cold water he barks out a laugh, searching for his friend.
“ we’re insane ! ” he shouts, but he’s never felt so alive.
𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 + 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ! @wiickedhearts
stark is winded from the long fight. he barely manages to take a gasp of air before he’s on his knees and hunched over. the energy is knocked right out of him, but he does his best to steady himself because he has to. because there are people who are depending on him, and because he cannot 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 in a place like this.
he gets to his feet unsteadily, swaying with each step that he takes. his eyes flicker in every direction : searching. he’d lost sight of jay’nah in the ruckus of it all, but he’d heard her voice up until the very last moment. she had to be near.
stumbling through the tall grass and trees, he presses on until his eyes settle on her unmoving body slumped on the ground. immediately he curses under his breath, and despite his broken state he moves faster, hurrying to get to her side. he falls to his knees beside her and turns her over, pushing the hair from her face. he makes sure she’s breathing before he pulls her into his lap, jostling her lightly in an attempt to wake her.
“ hey, get up, ” he whispers. “ this is no place for us. 𝐣𝐚𝐲’𝐧𝐚𝐡. we have to go home. ”
𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓 ! @newtears
calla sits next to viserys with her head pressed against his shoulder, eyes following the lines of constellations that are speckled across the night sky. they sit together under a large oak tree, shy fingers intertwined together as they relish in one anothers company. the night is particularly quiet, and all calla can hear is the gentle hum of the bugs and viserys’ even breathing. she is at peace in his presence.
pointing to the brightest star in the sky, she traces a couple lines with the tip of her finger, drawing out the constellation for viserys to see.
“ that one looks like us, ” she says, giggling quietly to herself. she’s enjoying the mundane act of star gazing, something she hasn’t done since she was a child. calla never thought it could be so interesting, but perhaps it was always because she’d never done it with someone she enjoyed being with so much. “ that’s you, ” she points to the big star, letting one eye fall shut as she focuses. “ and that ones - ”
her sentence is cut short as viserys moves. the surprise on her face is evident as he turns to face her, and all she can see is 𝐡𝐢𝐦. the stars are replaced by his eyes, and when he leans in and kisses her she almost forgets to close hers. when he pulls away, calla watches him with total adoration. viserys is a shy person by nature, and she knows that making a move as bold as this one is not something that he takes lightly. it makes her adore him all the more.
she leans back into him, brushing her nose against his gently as she gives him a smile. “ you can do that again, ” she whispers.
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 [ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 ] + 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 ! @cfwarricrs
calla and caius almost always got along. almost. their age gap was big enough that caius had already long matured by the time she’d been born, and therefore little to no bickering was ever heard from the two as they grew up side by side. there was, however, the occasional strange day when the two of them woke up on the wrong side of the bed. they never 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, not really, but every so often on these unplanned days they would exchange stuck out tongues and sneers from across the hallway.
today, caius had been poking and prodding at calla any chance that he got. she’d thought she’d dealt with the last of it after lunch had passed - but she was wrong. as she neared the doors to her room she could see a piece of paper stuck neatly between the crack of the doors. her eyes narrowed as she approached slowly and cautiously, as if the paper had been cursed, before she ripped it out to get a good look at what it said.
her mouth dropped as a gasp escaped her, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or to stomp her feet. this was the last straw. she was going to get him back even if it took the rest of the day.
“ caius ! ” she shouted, swivelling around on her heels and making a bee line towards his study.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ! @wiickedhearts
it is common knowledge between the templars that stark is terrible at patching up his own wounds. so much so that it is more likely to see a comrade tending to the commanders lacerations than their own. at first, it’d been a 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 upon the ever growing team of knights, but as the years passed it had slowly devulged into an act of earnesty and devotion. they were a family, and they treated one another as such. of course, stark never let his appreciation go unnoticed. he knew he was horrible at the entire ordeal, afterall.
but marek is no templar. qᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ. he doesn’t know that stark would make an awful doctor, and he doesn’t know that he would bleed out if it weren’t for his help. worse, he’d bandage it so badly that it’d get infected and he’d be dead within the week. so his gratitude is apparent as he sits still, waiting for marek to finish.
“ i’m surprised i’m not dead yet, ” stark says, glancing over his shoulder to his friend. he’s only half joking, but he saves the somber mood for another time. “ must be nice to be gifted. you guys are tough to deal with, ” he jokes.
BLADE RUNNER 2049 (2017) dir. Denis Villeneuve
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ! @wiickedhearts
" how can you function in such weather ? ” calla asks, shivering to her bones. she walks besides varian with her head hung low, eyes glued to the snow that covers the ground and engulfs her feet. varian had made sure she was dressed appropriately for the chilly weather that came with 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝, but calla, growing up in warmer lands, still felt the ice strike her to the very core.
she looks up at varian with wide eyes, a puff of breath lifting from her lips as she exhales. “ i think i am beginning to understand how you’ve managed to make yourself so resilient, ” she jokes, pressing herself close to him in an attempt to keep warm. “ still, i am happy to explore the world you grew up in. even if it’s cold, ” she grins at him.
alas, with her eyes set on varian’s features and not on the ground ahead, calla takes a step on a patch of ice without her knowledge. her heels slip against the surface, and before she knows it she’s toppling over, landing on her back in a pile of 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠. she’s stunned into silence as she stares up at the bright sky, wondering how she’d gone from one scenery to the next in such a short amount of time.
varian’s laugh brings her back to reality, and when he offers her his hand she takes it gratefully, allowing him to pull her up. her hair is a mess and her back is aching, but she can’t help but join in on his laughter as she turns to him.
“ that stays between you and i, ” she giggles.
" ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ. " @wiickedhearts
stark looks at jay and his expression immediately falls. he has never seen her like this before, so open, so 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝. it is a staggering difference from the guarded demeanour she keeps up - one that is all too similiar to his own. he can’t remember which turn they’d taken in their long path to get here, but he knows that this is new. there has never been an understanding between the two of them before, at least, not one that has been spoken verbally. and yet today, she stood before him baring more than she ever had before - perhaps even without her own knowledge.
he takes a step towards her, something he thought he would never do.
“ i do understand, ” stark replies, offering her his hand. 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. “ you are not the only person in the world who has suffered, jay’nah. there is so much you do not know yet about me. ” an invitation ? perhaps.
𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 + 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ! @cfwarricrs
stark is quiet as he assesses the wound, nimble fingers wrapping the gauze around and around, pressing celestia’s skin together tightly. it’s the best work he’s ever done. he’s not particularly crafty when it comes to patching up his own wounds, but it is always because he can’t be bothered to care enough.
for celestia, however, he does his best to be gentle and attentive. he doesn’t miss a thing, not a 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑, not a drop of blood - nothing gets past his careful eyes. even the expression she wears is one he dissects carefully, although he doesn’t say a word. ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ’ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ. the darkness of his demeanour hangs over the two of them like a cloud. the tension is obvious, and even when celestia speaks to him stark says nothing in return.
it is only when he’s finished does he take a step back to take a good look at his work. he’s done the best that he can, and for that he is satisfied. when he’s certain that she is no longer going to bleed out on his table does he meet her gaze, his expression somber.
“ tell me what happened, ” he says, but these words are not him asking, they are him commanding.
“ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳᵘˡʸ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵃˢ ᵃ ʳᵘˡᵉ, ᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᵃʷ, ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ? ” / @wiickedhearts
calla is in purgatory. the days are endless and the nights are dark and terrifying. it is an extreme act of 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 from her father, a wrath she’s always known he’d wield whenever he saw fit. whispers of her intimate relationship with her guard had managed to crawl their way into his quarters, spoken by maids, gossiped about by butlers. she knew the fist of his selfish justice would come slamming down upon her at any moment, and she’d been ready for it.
her lady in waiting kept letters in secret for the day calla disappeared. sent only to varian and to daphne to let them know that she would be gone for an unknown amount of time and 𝙣𝙤𝙩 to look for her - because the king’s punishment would be infinitely worse upon them than it ever was on her.
calla could handle the isolation. it isn’t the first time she’s been in trouble with her parents. her long streak of mischief is 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, even in her adult life.
at least, she thought she could.
at the sound of someone approaching her heart leaps from her chest. she stands quickly and moves to the door, eager to be in the presence of another, even if they won’t speak to her.
her heart sinks entirely, dropping right into the pit of her stomach at the sight of varian. she’s overjoyed, there are so few people in the world she would have wished to lay eyes upon - but the danger he was in was immense. 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 fills her to the brim, and she rushes to meet him, arms reaching for him as she crashes against him.
he speaks in her ear and she lets out a sob, tears springing to her eyes as she squeezes him tight. “ it is not me who needs protecting, ” she whispers, pulling away to get a good look at his face. her hands flutter to his cheeks, and she wants so much to be happy in this moment. “ my father, he’ll know you’re here, ” she shakes her head, then presses herself against him again. “ oh, varian ... ”
emotionally intense prompts.
idk my dudes i started listening to the etern.als theme music and now i have these things. bon appetit!
“ i’d follow you to the ends of the universe, if you asked me to. ”
“ how bad is it this time? ”
“ we’re the only thing standing between this world and its destruction. ”
“ we could stop all of this… with just a thought/flick of my wrist. “
“ fair?! how is any of this fair?! “
“ do you truly believe that anything so little as a rule, or a law, might have stopped me from protecting you? “
“ we have to fight. ”
“ we’re not giving up. ”
“ you. i’ll always and endlessly fight for you. “
“ i can wait a thousand lifetimes for you. “
“ we’ve had a pretty good life. but maybe normalcy is a thing we’re meant to protect, rather than enjoy. ”
“ i don’t know if i can protect you any longer. “
“ we’ve seen what they’re capable of. now we need to retaliate. “
“ if only the world knew what we do for them… ”
“ i’m sick and tired of being the one who has to make the sacrifices! ”
“ haven’t we lost enough? ”
“ i’m tired. beyond tired… i am exhausted from the endless fighting. ”
“ things must be catastrophic if you’re calling me at this hour. ”
“ this is what we’ve been waiting for. ”
“ i’d follow you to the bitter end; as i always have. ”
“ the time has come. ”
“ this is what we’ve been waiting for. ”
“ i thought we had more time. i regret to confess… it appears that i was wrong. ”
“ don’t let them control you, eh? ”
“ you’re better than this. ”
“ everything’s about to change… ”
“ do you truly think so little of me? ”
“ careful… you’ve never had to fight me before. ”
“ we need to leave. ”
“ we’re a good team, you know. “
“ look around you. do you still truly see no reason for us to fight? “
“ we’re family. we don’t turn our backs on each other. “
“ it’s too late! let’s go! ”
“ it wasn’t your fault… ”
“ why are you doing this?! ”
“ i’m sorry… “
“ perhaps i don’t say it enough, but… i’d like you to know that i’m always here, if you ever wanted to talk. ”
“ you/they will always be worth fighting for. ”
“ don’t pretend like you understand. “
“ tell me how i can fix this… ”
“ don’t say it. ”
“ they’re not worth saving. ”
“ i am a god. you… you’re nothing. “
“ well. for whatever it’s worth, it’s been a pleasure fighting alongside you. ”
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐇
“‘Fit to wield it’…how charmingly arrogant of you. I’d expect nothing less from the Order’s finest.” They are all to happy to mirror his fake smile. Even back in the Circle, Jay wasn’t the biggest fan of templars. And now? Well, it went without saying that her rather low opinion of them didn’t change when she joined the rebellion.
And if it weren’t for Haman, Stark might have been at the top of her list for most irritating.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here because of your delightful personality.” They muse, resting a foot on the back of a nearby chair. “It is because I suspect you have something of a brain rattling around in that head of yours.” She stares straight ahead, even as he paces around her–if he wished to try something, she was more than confident in her ‘abilities’, appearing nothing short of relaxed as she speaks.
There’s a chuckle at his suspicion. “If I thought you could give me the world, I’d ask for it. But, as you have said, you’re ‘just a commander, after all’.” Their head tilts to the side as they think.
“A favor. That’s all. I give you the name, location, and known abilities of a mage who just so happens to spend their free time killing templars….and you owe me one little favor.” The mage in question was becoming a problem for the rebels, they were drawing too much attention. And if Stark agreed, well, Jay was able to rid themselves of a problem and Stark owed her one. It was a win for everyone involved. But especially for her. Turning to finally look at Stark, she arches a brow. “Sound fair?”
“ i’m a little hurt by that, ” stark says, settling his gaze on jay’nah for a moment before speaking. “ you don’t think i could give you the world ? ” he asks, eyebrows raising. he let’s the implication of his words sift through the 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 in the air, keeping his eyes on his company for a moment longer before turning away.
he moves to mirror her, pressing against the edge of a table in front of her as he rests back on his hands. if anyone were eavesdropping on their conversation they would not think that two important figures in the future of elysia were speaking to one another. it was a silly thought, but it makes him grin to himself, although it is easily mistaken for a grin at jay’s idea of a deal. he cannot fathom what she would ever ask of him for a favour. there is little stark can provide - even being who he is.
" what are the parameters of this favour, exactly ? ” he asks, eyebrows raising. “ i will consider it if it’s as you say - a little favour. ”