#thearrowfell

[justadraftsman]

thearrowfell started following you

[Well, it looks like someone beat him to his usual spot. He could wait this guy out, or he could confront.]

Hello. I can't say I find many others poking around this specific section of town often. Do you own one of the warehouses?

[talentedliarloki]

"..5 more minutes.."

SEND ME “5 MORE MINUTES” TO SEE HOW MY CHARACTER WOULD WAKE YOURS UP

When, how, and why Loki had arrived Clint’s apartment was truly a moot point by the time he was past the front door and striding through the living room, rolling from his heel to his toes deftly and silently as he weaved around floorboards he knew by then would squeak. It was too quiet and he’d made it too far for the archer to be awake and knowledgable of his presence. That left only two alternatives: Clint was either gone or…

Asleep. Fast asleep in his bed and with one hand under his pillow. Absently, the trickster wondered if there was a gun there.

The god had had a reason for his visit but a foreign feeling was infiltrating several of his systems at once and he was torn between a few reactions and each of which varied from the one previous. He could shapeshift into a leopard and shred everything in the archer’s apartment or he could cover his floor with small colored bricks which seemed to be the cheapest form of torture in the realm.

But, to his surprise, the most eviscerating thing he could do - to both Clint as well as to himself - was cross the bedroom without a sound and drag the archer’s sheet up and around his shoulders. That would be enough to wake him but the trickster chose not to linger and left just as quietly as he had come and just as purposefully too.

[forgerextraordinaire]

“Stop talking or I’mma hit you.”

-thearrowfell

[tonyandhisbots-archive]

Don't chase the rabbit

"S’a nice watch Stark." 

"Yeah."

~

"Yep, I miss you too." 

It’s a little scary just how much security he feels, how there’s warmth in the voice of the artificial intelligence as the lights turn on when he walks to his living area. It’s safety - it’s knowing that he’s not there any more. But the warmth he feels? That skewed idea of home? — He simply puts it on the slowly working fire of his fireplace.

After a small sigh he sits down on the couch and notices a black box that looks like it’s not supposed to be there. Curious, Tony opens it.

Tony. Thank god it wasn’t your time - Obadiah.

As he lifts the box in his hand, wonders if he should laugh. A watch and a really bad pun? Go figure, he thinks as he looks up, a few strange thoughts in his mind as he feels the cold metal face against his skin and the leather that presses against his wrist. He slides  the band through the metal loop and stands.

He’s pretty glad too, really, with what happened. His head’s a mess though, filled with doubts, a sick swirl in his stomach that makes him rather uncomfortable as his thoughts linger to the man that saved his life. 

I’m going to buy you more time.

He notices his fingers trembling slightly and decides he needs a distraction of sorts. Tony gets up, moves to throw his jacket onto the couch and walks to the window panes, noticing the slightly eerie silence apart from the indoor water feature. 

Jarvis’ voice is somewhat distant as he looks out, something about having over a thousand messages. The screen appears on the pane and after he presses on it, slides his fingers against a few lights, he speaks.

"Delete them all." 

~

Tony looks at the watch on his wrist, his fingers tapping on the face. He looks up at Clint. “It’s a little scuffed admittedly, but it’s good for reminding me that I should probably go eat.” 

Among a few other things. 

[pasteboardplayboy]

✢

My muse’s reaction to seeing yours on their doorstep, soaking wet from the rain.

Tony yawned as he opened his door, blinking a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes, before they landed on Clint’s form. 

"Clint—?" He frowned, hooking his hand under the man’s bicep to drag him inside and push the door closed.

"What the hell are you doing out there in the rain?" He guided him further inside, retrieving some towels from the bathroom before pushing Clint toward the bedroom. 

"Come on, we’ll get you some dry clothes, you moron." 

[pasteboardplayboy]

"Hey, there's no need for name-calling. I can't help being attractive."

[igotyourgun]

thearrowfell replied to your post: ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔.... (( just because I’m biased don’t mean it ain’t true hollaaaa ))

[ -squints at- I can't actually argue that since I use the same argument -snuggles- ]

[igotyourgun]

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[shhh bby you biased <333]