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While walking past his car to go get some tools, Tunie glanced at the dent that was still in the side of The Steedâs body, and wondered when heâd get to see Angus again... He hoped the sniper was doing well. He missed him.
:o could I still put in for the â dodad from Tunie?
The Engineer peered at the note, eyes wide in surprise. When had this happened? Where had this happened? Was it a deep scratch, or something that could be buffed out? He wasnât unused to The Steed getting beat up from races, but he certainly did wonder over the circumstances that had caused this scratch to come about.
As he looked over the body of his car to find the mark, he decided to invite Angus over to catch up and help him with the repair whenever both their schedules were open.
Tunie lay on his front in bed, tired from the trip he'd just gotten back from, but not with enough peace of mind to sleep. He wished he could let go. Rather, he wished his heart would let him go. But as caged as he felt by his emotions, he couldn't think of a more stunning way to be tortured. He nestled his face into his pillow, his arms hanging over his headboard limply. Maybe he shouldn't have gone... What good would it do? He was only causing everyone involved more confusion... Drawing it out longer. It was selfish. Really, he had to come to a decision. He couldn't hide from things like this. He had to express himself fully, or not at all. It wouldn't change the situation, he knew, but a decision would pull him from this valley of glorious pain. He kicked his feet and wailed into his pillow. He didn't want to decide! He wanted her to decide for him...
He would wait and see how she took the note... Whether she investigated like he hoped she would.
Shipping meme with MrCute Engineer
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send me a pairing and Iâll tell you who:
falls asleep on the couch: Mercy, so she can be covered with a blanket when Tunie eventually finds her
makes friends with the neighbors: Tunie because he is a hella friendly guy!
is the adventurous eater: Again, the Turk, have you tried his homelandâs food? Its got some crazy stuff
hogs the covers at night: Mercy again⊠I feel so sorry for these poor ships
forgets to do the dishes: I think they would be pretty ontop of it
tries to surprise their partner more often: They might just be as bad as each other for this
leaves dirty laundry on the floor: Neither of them
stays up til 2 AM reading: Mercy
sings in the shower: Both of them! Though I donât quite know if Tunie would but I like to imagine so
takes the selfies: Tunie I think is pretty good with a camera
plans date night: Thatâs something they would arrange together, so they could both do something they liked
"MrCute Engineer" thatâs so sweet, my goodness.
He wouldnât even worry about the covers; âIf shâe is hâappy, I donât mind.â Though, Iâm sorry to say, he would leave laundry on the floor sometimes. Generally heâd put it in the hamper but sometimes if he was super tired heâd drop it on the floor, or miss throwing it into the basket, and just leave it to deal with probably the next evening. And he definitely sings in the shower.
#âŠâŠâŠ#Tunie #would wear this under all his clothes #all the time #to show who he belonged to #nice
How could I not, how could I.
Tunie thechromeknight Mercy fearfortheliving
SCREAMS!
Ohmygosh, Panda, this is lovely, ohh heâs so cute, thatâs perfect, thank youuuu!!!! <3
((Victorian AU art that Iâve just finished, I needed something arty to do since lately Iâve been feeling not quite myself!
Tunieâs hair⊠Iâm sorry I can never seem to work it as perfectly as it should be! *Ugly sobbing*
thechromeknight ))
While she had always gotten such teasing and torment from children back in her youngest years for the name, hearing it being spoken about in a sense of the true meaning took away a little of that resentment.
It was hard to keep her thoughts of his words about the literal meaning, and not herself, as it was a strange occurrence for a word to hold so much deep feeling for one person.
Sitting down against the edge of her desk, she picked up one of the glasses between her fingers to allow all of his sentiment to sink in.
"Vhell zhat is quite something." She mused quietly with a smile that grew along her face, his last question prompting her to work free one of her letters- Squinting both eyes at the script to be assured her full name was printed, and handed it to him wordlessly.
"I trust you vhith zhis knowledge, and ask you do not use it in front of anyvhone else."Â
He took the letter between his fingertips as carefully as he would the hand of an infant, bringing the paper into his view slowly. He read over the address and stopped when he came to her name, staring for a moment. His eyes rose to her again when she gave him verbal reassurance of his assumption.
The deep reverence in his voice didn't do the gratitude he felt justice, "Th'ank you.." He considered setting his voice to work her name out of him, this time as her name, rather than a word in ill covered reference to her. He set the letter back where she had plucked it from, so very carefully, as if quick motion would break her extension of this privilege to him.
He righted himself, took a moment just to look at her, her name coursing about in his mind like the unforgiving winds of a tornado, though he felt as if he were in the eye of the storm, surrounded by her righteous glory, and he could think of no other word to describe that feeling but her name. "Th'ank you, Mercy. I will give it as much respect as I give you."
After all those years, she had never really thought to give him the opportunity to learn something as personal to her as her first name.
Through everythingâ The Nightfall base closing, disposing of that body⊠Even during battle; Helping when she had become pinned under heavy fire and risking his good stats to fish her free.
Turning her back to him she pulled down a couple of copper shot glasses from some dark nether portal that was her shelving unit, half turning her face back to him with a small smile.
"Tell me, vhat do you think of the vhord; mercy?"
Laying either glass down onto her desk, her blue eyes bore into him with a curious expression, wondering what his reaction might be.Â
He had heard her name once- from the administrator at Nightfall who hadn't thought anything of using such a personal term when referring to her in the third person as he was asked to see her for a checkup, but he had never dared use it, since she hadn't offered it to him herself.
His eyes had, of course, already been on her, but he felt his pulse quicken at the question and couldn't help the small enunciated pause before he replied, "Ah- it's a very important th'ing. Especially on the battlefield.. But also in life. With'out mercy.. So many lives would end with'out reason. Friendsh'ips would not be given th'e ch'ance to recover from grudges." He took a bit of a steadying breath, though it did him little good as he went on with his careful words, "With'out mercy, h'earts would stop beating and.. Th'ere would be no room for love in th'e world."
His sincere expression lightened a bit as he turned the corners of his mouth up, "It is also a beautiful word. And a strong word. The most beautiful sounding word, and strongest idea, in th'e language, I th'ink. It is such a considerate th'ing- selfless- and a key part of being h'uman." The slight smile on his lips broadened, everything he was saying, with the rare chance to compliment her while seeming indirect, was so heartfelt, "If th'ere was no mercy, I don't th'ink life could go on."
He spent a quiet moment looking up at her, partially reprimanding himself for not trying harder to keep his emotions within himself, and partially marking his words down as the only time he would be so open to her on the matter, considering the circumstance.
"Wh'y do you ask?"
She had opened the present after his explanation about the Turkish beer, the playful side of her nature taking a far back seat when it came to her surprise at the gift.
"Oh zheese are vhonderful!" Mercy smiled, reaching down to try on her own glove with a comfortable fit, amazed that he was able to remember such a minute detail as such. "Iâve nev-air thought to buy one, honestly."
She should have done, as it might have saved the sleeves of her dearestâs jackets⊠At least there was no excuse for him to not allow her darling birds some quality time.
Extending a hand toward Luka, he came with little promptâ Large form landing with ease upon his Mistressâs grasp, happily nipping away at the fingers of the glove in his curious nature.
"Ahâ Luka my precious gem, play nice." Mercy soothed in a maternal tone, tapping a finger against the top of his beak to make him stop, looking back toward the Engineer with a smile. "I vhill be sure to give Doktor Kowoll his vhen I see him⊠Thank you so much."Â
Tilting her hand again, the raven departed to one of the shelving units, allowing Mercy to carefully remove the glove after the short trial.
"Now! I demand you taste a leetle of zhis, and tell me it is not the best vodka you have ev-air had."Â
His face lit up at her kind words, also relieved to hear he wasn't adding an item to a collection, though he was surprised at the same time that she didn't have anything like this already. His eyes stayed on her as she tested the glove. "I'm so glad I got th'e sizing righ't. If th'ere is anyth'ing wrong with Bay Kowoll's, you can send it to me and I'll bring it to the leath'er worker I h'ad make th'em from my design- h'e told me adjustments could be made if needed." He nodded at her thanks with the smile that never seemed to leave his lips when he was around her as wide as ever. "You're most welcome, Bayan."
The Turk looked to the vodka with raised brows, "It will be th'e first I've h'ad of Russian vodka. But you h'ave great taste- I'm not worried." He waited for her to provide glasses, looking over at the birds for a little. Technically the gift he'd brought was for all four members of the little unit. It made him so happy to be inclusive and he was beyond pleased that the Doctor, and at least one of the birds, liked what he'd brought.
She moved away from him a little to address the box at her desk, pulling it closer toward her and hesitated before taking off the lidâ Laughing shortly at his mention of his own homeland beverages.
Mercy was, and without a doubt, a proud Russian.
"Oh really now?" She mused quietly with a peaked brow, "Our vodka is renowned for making even the strongest man fall to his knees."
Her present would have to be waited on until this small matter of national pride was taken care of.
He looked across as levelly as he could with her height over him as it was, "I've h'eard th'at about your country. Unfortunately, I don't have any beer from TĂŒrkiye with me to compare to th'is bottle. Maybe we can meet up anoth'er time wh'en I do."
He looked at the fine bottle with his smile still on his lips, his gaze quickly returning to her, "But for now- let's give th'is a try?" He was interested to see how it would taste, and how hard it would hit him, not so much in challenge, but more because it was something she took pride in.
In the box he had brought for her, were two long, mostly cylindrical objects, separately wrapped in red tissue paper. "You may already h'ave one, but I th'ough't a matching set for you and Bay Kowoll would be nice." He was an observant guy, he'd noticed the distaste expressed in the Doctor's partner's voice when the birds had come up in conversation.
He had also apparently taken note of Dr. Kowoll's approximate hand size, along with Bayan Falkner's, because in the box were two falconry gloves, each of appropriate size for its intended recipient. They had hand covers made of the usual leather, in black, but the wide portion that went over the wrist was dyed a blood red and met with the black at an elegant, curving seam. This portion had grooves pressed into it, which were stitched into by black thread to make the symbol for the pair's shared field apparent against the striking colour.
The ravens quite seemed to like the tanned human creature, he hadnât complained, didnât even seem to wince under their curious touchesâ It was only their mother whom seemed to have the problem with them using him as a climbing frame⊠Perhaps when her back was turned, they might jump at him again.
"Nyet, unfortunately, he is currently busy." She presumed cooking, as it wasnât entirely wise to allow the Russian near the stove on such an important dayâ Not if he had wished for the meal to look appetizing.
"Though I vhould like you to meet him properly again, I fear my party vhas not the best of times vhith everyone milling about and his schedule conflicting so dramatically."
Remembering quickly why it was she had invited him over, clicking her fingers and turning back toward her desk to hand him her present.
"I picked zhis up in Russia, I thought you might like to try it, even if it might be a leetle strong."
The black box was lined with some thin golden fabric with a soft layer of padding to help support the ornate bottle of vodka within.Â
He nodded at her account of why her partner wouldn't be with them and wondered if he should give her specifications on when to open the gift.. But she knew her partner better than he did, so he left the gift to an ambiguous fate to be decided by the Doctor.
He paced closer to her to peer at the gift she had gotten for him, "Oh! Bayan- th'at's a lot of trouble to go th'rough!" He looked up to her, "Th'ank you- I would love to." A smile broke out widely on his face and laughter spiced his words, "But you know, Turkish beer is strong, too- I won't fall over after one sh'ot."
Mercy was about to warn him in extending his arm to the pair, but no sooner had they seen the movement, they where upon him. Sharp talons nesting into their new perch as the both of them wrestled slightly against each other to be the closest one to his head.
Poslannik was the victor of course, his sharp beak offering the manâs styled hair a few testing swipes to watch what happened to the locksâ Confused as to how they had moved. What was wrong with it? It hardly jostled, even when he gave it another few rapid pecks of his beak.
Neither of them gave much care to his jacket-less flesh, their claws attempting to stabilize their grip on nothing but the thin material of his shirt and what they could manage of his skin.
They hadnât been there very long before Mercy had started to shoo them off the Engineer, passing in front to lift either bird soundlessly and return them to their respective perches.
"I vhould not off-air an arm againâ Not vhithout being somevhone they know, orâŠ" She took a slow glance down to his arm, glaring with a chastising gaze at her boys. "A jacket of some form."
Her glare turned to an apologetic look, reaching down to accept the box from him with open hands and place it down onto her desk beside the rectangular box she had gotten for him.
"Thank youâ Are you hurt? I hope zhey did not make you bleedâŠ"Â
He had expected the sharpness of their talons, he wouldn't have offered his limb uncovered if he expected it to be a bother. It stung, certainly, but he closed his eyes and let them move about and test him as they pleased, focusing on proving himself as nonviolent to them. As they hassled about on his arm, he just smiled. With the beak fussing his hair, Tunie was glad the bruise on his forehead had cleared up by now, or else he may have flinched.
When the Doctor ushered the birds away from him, he opened his eyes to find that they had given him a number of reddened scratches along the sides of his arm, which were welted a little, but not bleeding.
He shook his head just a little, still smiling, "No, Bayan, I'm fine. Th'ank you." He glanced over at the birds, "I want th'em to know I'm not a th'reat."
His attention returned to her and he stepped further into the room, his arms at his sides again. "I'm so h'appy you invited me to visit.." It was then that he noticed that there were only four minds in the room, "Ah- will Bay Kowoll be joining us?"
The Engineer didnât even need to cast his fist against the door for her ravens to begin their warning, a flutter of feathers and croaks of anger suppressed into nothing but quiet beak clicking under the shooing hand of their mistress.
Opening the barrier of wood she smiled down to her friend in apology, âSorryâ Zhey can be a bit of a rabble, please, come in.â She offered with an open palm into the room.
The jet black Corvid and his albino brother glared with suspicion at the Turk from their perches beside the doorway, Luka being the first to click his beak in warning to the human creature.
He was smaller than their mother, and they had not been introduced as of yet to him⊠Judging the tanned creation with his every step and motion, spotting any sign of weakness that they could.
What was that he carried though? A gift? Poslannik released a loud caw with a small jut of his neck, whatever the item was which the Engineer held would not escape their vision and spying eyes.Â
"H'ello, Bayan!" His eyes stayed to her solidly as he greeted her, only turning to her birds afterwards. He had one hand free from the box and lifted that arm up to offer a perch to them if they were curious to hop over to it and investigate him. "It's okay- I'm new to th'em." They were probably as curious about him as he was about them. He watched their movements carefully and pit them against the motions he had worked into the mechanical bird he'd given the Doctor, glad to see he hadn't been very far off the mark, having only had pictures as reference when he'd been working.
With his encumbered arm he lifted the red-wrapped box, "Wh'ere sh'ould I put th'is?" The box itself was large, and weighed a little more than one might expect, though nothing clanky was held within it, there was no rattling as he lifted it to show her.
fearfortheliving:
It was in no way a formal affair, as even Mercy was within her own casual wear for the sake of comfort and a long evening.
Her dark gray trouser suit was adorned by a monocle via a thin black chain around her neckâ Favoring keeping it from her nose when it seemed she wouldnât be attending anything of her paperwork, though not wishing to part from it entirely.
Luka had made a small home on her shoulder as she crossed the room toward her furthest wallâ The short windows which lined the top section of it nearest the ceiling being opened via a small brass handle and pulley system, enabling her to easily let fresh air filter into the space without the breeze which could upturn her papers.
There really wasnât much else for her to do in the wait for his arrival, other than fuss over her boys and make sure their feathers appeared presentable.Â
The Doctor's base was within driving distance, yes, but it was still a decent ways. The significant trip something he took on readily to see her, but he wished it wasn't so far, so she wouldn't be waiting on him for so long. But he had rock and roll to keep him company as he went along the road, leather jacket now sitting in the passenger's seat, the low and square box set carefully on the floor in the back- pointedly on the right side of the car, so it couldn't possibly slide under his seat and get in the way of him reaching the pedals. Safety first.
When he reached the base finally, he pulled his car into a spot that was as far out of the way as he could manage and was promptly out and fishing in the back for the box. He stood for a moment, pondering over whether he should slip his suit jacket on or not. He settled on going to Bayan Falkner without either jacket, and judging whether he needed to adjust his outfit from there, rather than assuming one way or the other.
He walked around the base quickly, looking at each nameplate as he passed through the corridors, taking note of the surroundings at least in approximation. When he reached her door, he stopped, looking up at her title as he took in a slow breath. He took this moment to humble himself once more in retrospect of their previous conversation on the phone.
Then he knocked.
~*Ring Ring*~
Heâd been passing by the engineering bay, on his way to check on the lounge to see if anyone was downstairs having festivities, but he dashed to the phone as soon as he heard it chime.
"Merhaba, hâappy hâolidays! Thâis is Tunie." As if his accent could be mistaken for anyone else.
She could practically hear him jingling around on the spot as the phone was still within his hands, chuckling quietly while closing up the draws she had been searching throughâ finding the long rectangular box and placing it down onto the table.
"Alright, I vhill be in my office. Take care."
Once she was sure he had hung the phone up, she had done so also, pushing up away from the table with Luka hopping over onto her arm with an excited flutter of his wings.Â
"Evet, gĂŒle gĂŒle, Bayan!" He set the phone back in its spot hurriedly, though not in a manner that cut their farewell short, and dashed out of his workshop. He skidded into the lounge and leaned in through the doorway, boisterously telling those who were in there that he had left cards for everyone on their doors, that he hoped they had a wonderful holiday, and that he would stay if he could, but an old friend of his had asked him to go visit her. He was out of the room before anyone could make jokes about him being so enthused over going to see a woman.
He took a proper, but rushed, shower, sliding a towel about his waist and running to his room to change into clean clothes. Was the formal? Should he bring his suit? Could he combine some elements of his suit and regular attire to make a semiformal outfit? He should have asked her! Though she would have mentioned if it was a party-...
She didn't say it was a party. It was going to be the two- or three- of them alone. Well, potentially five, counting her birds. He rubbed at his cheeks, trying to get the nervous flush to dissipate. The Turk ran fingers through his hair, slick with hair grease for styling, while he thought. If Bay Kowoll was there, he was worried about his blush betraying him and causing discomfort in the room. He put on a red t-shirt, maybe he could pass it off as being the colour of his clothes bouncing onto his face. He put on his usual pants and shoes, as well, leather jacket on top. He brought his formal clothes and the gift along with him in the car- he could change if it was necessary. He started up his engine and, as he was backing out, ran a comb through his drying and slicked hair to get it set just right.
~*Ring Ring*~
Heâd been passing by the engineering bay, on his way to check on the lounge to see if anyone was downstairs having festivities, but he dashed to the phone as soon as he heard it chime.
"Merhaba, hâappy hâolidays! Thâis is Tunie." As if his accent could be mistaken for anyone else.
"Oh you do? Really you shouldnât have." She spoke with a grin, taking the receiver back in hand as she leaned back from her desk, fishing through the top few draws of her newest desk.Â
"Are you not busy? Vhould you be able to take a visit over here? I am vhitout transport you see." It was explanation enough, but she didnât wish for yet another holiday to pass by where one of her oldest friends was kept in the dark. She wasnât due to leave with Hans until much later into the evening, so there was quite enough time to catch up with her Engineer before then.Â
He smiled and bowed his head in response to her words on him getting the pair a gift. Expecting her to ask him for some time just to talk on the phone, her was about to say that no, of course he wasn't busy, he always had time to speak with her, but then she went on to invite him to her base and he stood upright in surprise.
He would have to shower, and make sure the gift was secured in his car- was she ready to drive? Yes, he'd checked her over when he got back the other day- he'd have to alert his teammates and- oh, he should leave soon, he didn't want to hit too much holiday traffic. He was practically bouncing in place as he spoke, "Yes! I'll be th'ere as soo as I can- I'll leave righ't away!" He was so incredibly excited to see her- but moreso that she had asked to see him.
