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you're perfect, please love me
Oh...I appreciate he compliment, truly but perfect isn’t the proper word to describe me. I’m deeply flawed in many ways which, I believe, isn’t necessarily bad but makes me unable to fit in the definition of perfect.
As for loving you, I’ll be more than happy to do so.
“Oliver?” Jarvis whispered gently, entering the other’s room. "Are you...Wow.” The place was spotless, every inch perfectly clean and Oliver seemed quite focused on scrubbing a stain in the desk. “Hey, Oliver you didn’t...”
“I’m almost finished.” Oliver interrupted, not bothering to look at whoever had entered the room, eyes on the wood he was cleaning. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
“You said that an hour ago.” Jarvis told him.
“Did I?” Oliver mumbled and kept cleaning. “I guess I lost track of time. But in a minute, I promise.” Jarvis sighed, walked towards the other and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Oli...”
“In a minute, Jarvis. Just...This stain.”
“You need to stop, Oli.” Jarvis said gently, placing his hand over Oliver’s, stopping him from scrubbing any further. The other just blinked and looked at Jarvis, a frown of confusion in his brow. “I know you want to keep your mind busy but please...You need to eat. Do you think you can do that?”
“Can I wash the dishes after?”
“Yeah...” Jarvis said with a sigh. “I left the dinner plates for you. I thought you’d appreciate it.” He smiled a little and guided Oliver out of the room and into the dinning room. “You gotta eat first, okay? I’ll be with you so we can talk. Keep your self busy, is that okay?”
“Yes. Yes, I think it’s okay.” Oliver nodded, allowing Jarvis to guide him, sit him down. “Thank you.” He whispered after a moment, looking at the plate of spaguetti Jarvis had set in front of him.
“You don’t have to thank me.” Jarvis assured him.
“But I do...I’ve been ignoring you and you are still...” He looked up, biting down his lower lip. “You are still you. You are still Jarv and I was scared you wouldn’t be but right now you...”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” He kissed Oliver’s forehead. “Just eat. You are going through a lot, we are good. I promise.”
“It’s just a magic trick. I wanted...I wanted to remember. I wanted to see what I looked like. Thought it would help but....It didn’t.”
"Can you stand? Are you okay? Are you even conscious?" {{ remember that teachers AU we talked about? B) }}
Jarvis blinked, looking up at the other. “Yes, I’m concious and okay.” He said, pushing himself into a sitting position as he rubbed his head. “What happened?” He mumbled, mostly to himself, frowning as he looked around. A bunch of kids were looking at him and then he remembered. A ball had hit him right in the head and with all the books he had been carrying, he couldn’t block it and fell down. “Oh...Right.” He turned to look at the kids. “I’m okay! Just be more careful next time, okay? You could’ve broken a window or something!” He threw the ball towards the students.
“Thank you Mr. Jarvis!” They said happily before they ran away to keep on playing.
“Amortentia”
Send “Amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours. || Accepting
The smell of earth after rain, baby oil, brand new books, plastic wrap.
“Amortentia” Jarvis about Marius
Send “Amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours. || Accepting
A room that has been closed for a long time, pancakes, bubblegum, baby powder, fresh orange juice, detergent.
“Amortentia” we have too many first time that Jarvis opens his eyes but...what if now...when Tony is 83 and really sick in his bed and he's about to die
Send “Amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours. || Accepting
Freshly brewed coffee, whiskey, motor oil, freshly baked doughnuts, cologne, chocolate ice cream.
ALSO: WHAT THE FUCK? THAT WAS SO PAINFUL Y U DO THIS TO ME? Gimme tho
He nodded and stood on his tiptoes to kiss his chin. "Only one! That's great." Cass giggled and pressed another kiss on Jarvis's finger. "I'm sure you're so much better now. You're the star cook after all." He smiled.
Jarvis smiled, leaning over to kiss Cass’ cheek, lingering there for a moment before pulling away. “I’m not a star...But I’m trying.” He said, taking the other’s hand, taking him to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat?”
