Wow! I can hardly believe this! Seems like y’all Samhain-ed so hard you actually got the Fair Folk to show up here… here as in the internet, they’ve been in this world for a while-
Anyway! You must be wondering what’s going on, who I am, all these things, and I’m more than happy to explain. My name’s Hunter McKenneth, daughter of the Fair Folk. Kind of their social media manager here I guess. Since they didn’t make much appearances online before—and honestly might not even now—I’ll likely be the one you come into contact with the most
BUT! that doesn’t mean I’m the only one here, oh no! Let me introduce them to you:
Amaeka Rhiannon (she/they)
My Ma, a well-respected history professor. She’s also the queen, but anyway. She’s generally the boss around, but she’s very nice!
Larkin Fagan (he/him)
My Dad! He doesn’t actually have a paying human job. He’s sometimes just our big housecat, but he also does volunteer work. He’s super nice and fun, but he can get pretty protective.
Kassja Roy (she/her)
Mooom! She’s super smart with everything that comes to plants. She owns a flower shop and also works as an environmental botanist. Really such a sweet person.
Seren Rhyfel (fluid)
My Wawa <3 Best music teacher ever, even if they’re an Incarnate of Chaos. From what I hear, he’s pretty popular with her students. Something about understanding the chaos of college life or something like that.
Cosmo Kasen (they/it)
Adi is a dance teacher AND a lawyer! Honestly, I don’t know how they do it. Being an immortal Incarnate of Order with millennia’s worth of patience probably has to do with it. I could never
Melora Trân (she/fae)
Tirlónëwen, mage, scribe, librarian. She’s even a Guardian of Avalon! Fae knows a lot of stuff about magic of all kinds, and spirits, and deities, and all that kind of stuff. Oh, and ask faer about her ferrets.
Dane Rhyfel-Kasen (he/him)
Limgûlon, our local fashion designer. He’s a bit of an arse sometimes, and he can be pretty impatient, but he can be really nice and thoughtful. Don’t ask him about his cats if you don’t have time for a ramble, though.
Gwydion Roy (they/it/he)
Merilion, the one you want to go to if you have botanical or etymological questions. I’m serious, they know some stuff I’ve never even imagined. Our favourite thing to do together is hangout silently and occasionally share semi-ominous facts.
Briar Hill (they/them)
Varyanasto, surprisingly not the pet parent of the clan. I guess they work around too many animals to care for a specific one themself. They’re also the only other kid in the clan I can really spar with, since the others generally avoid combat.
Awel (they/them)
Sad wind spirit tailor. I don’t mean that as an insult, they’re pretty nice when you get to know them, but they seem pretty melancholy all the time. Either that or they’re staring at a wall murderously.
Nathair (he/they)
Space snake. Honestly, I know he’s Fair Folk but I can’t really tell you much about him. Like he’s a poet and they travel in space and he’s a serpent Incarnate but we don’t really talk much.
TAGS
#[character name] — character posts
#wilderness talking — ooc posts
#about knowledge — reblogged memes and prompts
#the fair folk and their knowledge — answered asks
#the many voices of the court — non-ask posts
#life's like a movie; write your own ending — roleplay starters
#keep believing; keep pretending — roleplay threads
Stephen was sitting in the seat of his study, surrounded by books, leading to the staircase of the sanctum. From this spot, he could see to the front door, and across pretty much the whole top floor of the library, so it was one of his favourite places to sit, being able to see everything.
Wong was currently in the underground level of the library, up-keeping and reordering books. Stephen was surrounded by piles of books, opened and unopened across every inch of the desk. He looked quite frustrated as he reread the same page of a novel written in Sanskrit over and over.
He was trying to polish up on his Sanskrit, getting comfortable with the conventions and rules, and trying to be able to speak fluently, but he was having quite a bit of struggle. This annoyed him, as he usually took to things quite fast, learning quicker than others, but this stumped him.
This was before he suddenly heard the large front doors to the sanctum swing open.
Melora, a hand holding an armful of scrolls and the other pulling a hand truck carrying a wooden crate full of books and a whiteboard, gently kicked the door open and closed it the same way. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes kept bouncing around the environment.
“Anyone here?” she called out before spotting Stephen. “Ah, Strange, there you are.”
At his teleportation, Melora simply blinked once before speaking.
“We have mutual friends,” she explained simply, looking him straight in the eyes. “Anyway— I have a theory I need to explain to someone before I explode. Metaphorically speaking.”
He nodded in understanding, chuckling slightly as fae explained fae needed to get fae theory out before she imploded from the excitement. He could relate.
"Ha- I get that, yes. I'd love to discuss any theories you have, I'd quite rather you didn't explode in my sanctum. Lots of cleaning up to do."
He said with a smirk, the last part obviously sarcastic.
“Yes, yes,” Melora said rather distractedly as the looked through the rolled-up scrolls under her arm. Fae looked up again and looked over Stephen’s shoulder to where he was previously sitting.
“You might want to take a seat for this one,” she warned. “It might take over an hour.”
Immediately, she started setting up her whiteboard and organizing her scrolls and books. Apparently, fae wasn’t too fazed by teleportation.
“So…” she pulled out a rough sphere of adhesive gum before blinking and turning to him, seeming to realize something. “Before I start, how much do you know about parallel planes and, let’s say, Avalon?”
He smiled slightly as she was setting up, enjoying seeing her so excited. He used to be like this, ecstatic anyone would listen to him, he was glad he could be that person for them now.
As she asked about parallel planes and Avalon, he cocked his head. He'd heard of parallel planes a few times while looking into the multiverse, but not too much into it specifically, but he'd never heard of Avalon. It's unusual he hadn't heard of something.
"Not... Much. Like at all.. my speciality is the multiverse."
“Alright, so we have to start with some context,” she said as if she had been expecting it. “Basically, in this context, parallel planes or realms are places that have a deep connection and sometimes look pretty similar in rough geography—they’re not alternate universes though. Someone can generally pass between them at certain places and times—it really depends on the circumstances—but it can get a little complicated.”
She stopped herself to take a breath. “So yeah. And earth has a few of those.”
She bit the inside of her cheek almost nervously before continuing. “To finish the necessary context, there is one of these parallel planes that we used to be able to access but since… a few years ago, we haven’t been able to at all, even at the most auspicious times and places. We’re not sure whether to problem goes on both sides or not and we also don’t know exactly how or why it happened nor how to fix it.”
Melora winced, a discreet thing, almost as if she had let slip something she would have rather not.
"Avalon is more like a gateway," she said, though her tone had turned slightly more reluctant. "You can think of it like a locked door to which we've lost the key, I guess."
“Sooomewhat…” Melora says, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “In this analogy it’s somewhere between finding the key and recreating it based on a blurry picture and a verbal description…”
Then, she clears faer throat and taps the whiteboard she installed. “But that’s not the important part. There’s still my newest theory.”
Anyone can interact! Please do so! Especially if you haven’t before!
TW: for vomit and pregnancy scare
In this AU, Emilia doesn’t have a set love interest + it might not be a baby 👀
It started with the aches, the mood swings, the fatigue. She could just be sick. That’s what she kept trying to tell herself. She’s just sick, it’s nothing, people get sick all the time. It’ll go away.
She should check. Right? Just in case. Just pee on a stick and it’ll come out negative and everything will be fine. She fidgets with the box in her hand, chewing on the tip of her thumb nervously.
Her train of thought was quickly cut off by a sudden wave of nausea. She rushes out of her room, almost bumping into someone on the way to the bathroom. She quickly gets in, throws the box in the sink and shuts the door, spitting into the toilet.
Hunter dodges Emilia by a hair as she rushes to the toilet. She blinks twice, processing what happened before turning to the bathroom door and taking a step closer.
“Uh… Emilia?” she calls out. “Are you okay in there?”
“I know that’s bullshit. If you want to deceive me you shouldn’t sound like you’re actively throwing up,” Hunter says, approaching the door a little more. “Seriously, what’s going on?”
Anyone can interact! Please do so! Especially if you haven’t before!
TW: for vomit and pregnancy scare
In this AU, Emilia doesn’t have a set love interest + it might not be a baby 👀
It started with the aches, the mood swings, the fatigue. She could just be sick. That’s what she kept trying to tell herself. She’s just sick, it’s nothing, people get sick all the time. It’ll go away.
She should check. Right? Just in case. Just pee on a stick and it’ll come out negative and everything will be fine. She fidgets with the box in her hand, chewing on the tip of her thumb nervously.
Her train of thought was quickly cut off by a sudden wave of nausea. She rushes out of her room, almost bumping into someone on the way to the bathroom. She quickly gets in, throws the box in the sink and shuts the door, spitting into the toilet.
Hunter dodges Emilia by a hair as she rushes to the toilet. She blinks twice, processing what happened before turning to the bathroom door and taking a step closer.
“Uh… Emilia?” she calls out. “Are you okay in there?”
Stephen was sitting in the seat of his study, surrounded by books, leading to the staircase of the sanctum. From this spot, he could see to the front door, and across pretty much the whole top floor of the library, so it was one of his favourite places to sit, being able to see everything.
Wong was currently in the underground level of the library, up-keeping and reordering books. Stephen was surrounded by piles of books, opened and unopened across every inch of the desk. He looked quite frustrated as he reread the same page of a novel written in Sanskrit over and over.
He was trying to polish up on his Sanskrit, getting comfortable with the conventions and rules, and trying to be able to speak fluently, but he was having quite a bit of struggle. This annoyed him, as he usually took to things quite fast, learning quicker than others, but this stumped him.
This was before he suddenly heard the large front doors to the sanctum swing open.
Melora, a hand holding an armful of scrolls and the other pulling a hand truck carrying a wooden crate full of books and a whiteboard, gently kicked the door open and closed it the same way. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes kept bouncing around the environment.
“Anyone here?” she called out before spotting Stephen. “Ah, Strange, there you are.”
At his teleportation, Melora simply blinked once before speaking.
“We have mutual friends,” she explained simply, looking him straight in the eyes. “Anyway— I have a theory I need to explain to someone before I explode. Metaphorically speaking.”
He nodded in understanding, chuckling slightly as fae explained fae needed to get fae theory out before she imploded from the excitement. He could relate.
"Ha- I get that, yes. I'd love to discuss any theories you have, I'd quite rather you didn't explode in my sanctum. Lots of cleaning up to do."
He said with a smirk, the last part obviously sarcastic.
“Yes, yes,” Melora said rather distractedly as the looked through the rolled-up scrolls under her arm. Fae looked up again and looked over Stephen’s shoulder to where he was previously sitting.
“You might want to take a seat for this one,” she warned. “It might take over an hour.”
Immediately, she started setting up her whiteboard and organizing her scrolls and books. Apparently, fae wasn’t too fazed by teleportation.
“So…” she pulled out a rough sphere of adhesive gum before blinking and turning to him, seeming to realize something. “Before I start, how much do you know about parallel planes and, let’s say, Avalon?”
He smiled slightly as she was setting up, enjoying seeing her so excited. He used to be like this, ecstatic anyone would listen to him, he was glad he could be that person for them now.
As she asked about parallel planes and Avalon, he cocked his head. He'd heard of parallel planes a few times while looking into the multiverse, but not too much into it specifically, but he'd never heard of Avalon. It's unusual he hadn't heard of something.
"Not... Much. Like at all.. my speciality is the multiverse."
“Alright, so we have to start with some context,” she said as if she had been expecting it. “Basically, in this context, parallel planes or realms are places that have a deep connection and sometimes look pretty similar in rough geography—they’re not alternate universes though. Someone can generally pass between them at certain places and times—it really depends on the circumstances—but it can get a little complicated.”
She stopped herself to take a breath. “So yeah. And earth has a few of those.”
She bit the inside of her cheek almost nervously before continuing. “To finish the necessary context, there is one of these parallel planes that we used to be able to access but since… a few years ago, we haven’t been able to at all, even at the most auspicious times and places. We’re not sure whether to problem goes on both sides or not and we also don’t know exactly how or why it happened nor how to fix it.”
Melora winced, a discreet thing, almost as if she had let slip something she would have rather not.
"Avalon is more like a gateway," she said, though her tone had turned slightly more reluctant. "You can think of it like a locked door to which we've lost the key, I guess."
Stephen was sitting in the seat of his study, surrounded by books, leading to the staircase of the sanctum. From this spot, he could see to the front door, and across pretty much the whole top floor of the library, so it was one of his favourite places to sit, being able to see everything.
Wong was currently in the underground level of the library, up-keeping and reordering books. Stephen was surrounded by piles of books, opened and unopened across every inch of the desk. He looked quite frustrated as he reread the same page of a novel written in Sanskrit over and over.
He was trying to polish up on his Sanskrit, getting comfortable with the conventions and rules, and trying to be able to speak fluently, but he was having quite a bit of struggle. This annoyed him, as he usually took to things quite fast, learning quicker than others, but this stumped him.
This was before he suddenly heard the large front doors to the sanctum swing open.
Melora, a hand holding an armful of scrolls and the other pulling a hand truck carrying a wooden crate full of books and a whiteboard, gently kicked the door open and closed it the same way. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes kept bouncing around the environment.
“Anyone here?” she called out before spotting Stephen. “Ah, Strange, there you are.”
At his teleportation, Melora simply blinked once before speaking.
“We have mutual friends,” she explained simply, looking him straight in the eyes. “Anyway— I have a theory I need to explain to someone before I explode. Metaphorically speaking.”
He nodded in understanding, chuckling slightly as fae explained fae needed to get fae theory out before she imploded from the excitement. He could relate.
"Ha- I get that, yes. I'd love to discuss any theories you have, I'd quite rather you didn't explode in my sanctum. Lots of cleaning up to do."
He said with a smirk, the last part obviously sarcastic.
“Yes, yes,” Melora said rather distractedly as the looked through the rolled-up scrolls under her arm. Fae looked up again and looked over Stephen’s shoulder to where he was previously sitting.
“You might want to take a seat for this one,” she warned. “It might take over an hour.”
Immediately, she started setting up her whiteboard and organizing her scrolls and books. Apparently, fae wasn’t too fazed by teleportation.
“So…” she pulled out a rough sphere of adhesive gum before blinking and turning to him, seeming to realize something. “Before I start, how much do you know about parallel planes and, let’s say, Avalon?”
He smiled slightly as she was setting up, enjoying seeing her so excited. He used to be like this, ecstatic anyone would listen to him, he was glad he could be that person for them now.
As she asked about parallel planes and Avalon, he cocked his head. He'd heard of parallel planes a few times while looking into the multiverse, but not too much into it specifically, but he'd never heard of Avalon. It's unusual he hadn't heard of something.
"Not... Much. Like at all.. my speciality is the multiverse."
“Alright, so we have to start with some context,” she said as if she had been expecting it. “Basically, in this context, parallel planes or realms are places that have a deep connection and sometimes look pretty similar in rough geography—they’re not alternate universes though. Someone can generally pass between them at certain places and times—it really depends on the circumstances—but it can get a little complicated.”
She stopped herself to take a breath. “So yeah. And earth has a few of those.”
She bit the inside of her cheek almost nervously before continuing. “To finish the necessary context, there is one of these parallel planes that we used to be able to access but since… a few years ago, we haven’t been able to at all, even at the most auspicious times and places. We’re not sure whether to problem goes on both sides or not and we also don’t know exactly how or why it happened nor how to fix it.”
Stephen was sitting in the seat of his study, surrounded by books, leading to the staircase of the sanctum. From this spot, he could see to the front door, and across pretty much the whole top floor of the library, so it was one of his favourite places to sit, being able to see everything.
Wong was currently in the underground level of the library, up-keeping and reordering books. Stephen was surrounded by piles of books, opened and unopened across every inch of the desk. He looked quite frustrated as he reread the same page of a novel written in Sanskrit over and over.
He was trying to polish up on his Sanskrit, getting comfortable with the conventions and rules, and trying to be able to speak fluently, but he was having quite a bit of struggle. This annoyed him, as he usually took to things quite fast, learning quicker than others, but this stumped him.
This was before he suddenly heard the large front doors to the sanctum swing open.
Melora, a hand holding an armful of scrolls and the other pulling a hand truck carrying a wooden crate full of books and a whiteboard, gently kicked the door open and closed it the same way. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes kept bouncing around the environment.
“Anyone here?” she called out before spotting Stephen. “Ah, Strange, there you are.”
At his teleportation, Melora simply blinked once before speaking.
“We have mutual friends,” she explained simply, looking him straight in the eyes. “Anyway— I have a theory I need to explain to someone before I explode. Metaphorically speaking.”
He nodded in understanding, chuckling slightly as fae explained fae needed to get fae theory out before she imploded from the excitement. He could relate.
"Ha- I get that, yes. I'd love to discuss any theories you have, I'd quite rather you didn't explode in my sanctum. Lots of cleaning up to do."
He said with a smirk, the last part obviously sarcastic.
“Yes, yes,” Melora said rather distractedly as the looked through the rolled-up scrolls under her arm. Fae looked up again and looked over Stephen’s shoulder to where he was previously sitting.
“You might want to take a seat for this one,” she warned. “It might take over an hour.”
Immediately, she started setting up her whiteboard and organizing her scrolls and books. Apparently, fae wasn’t too fazed by teleportation.
“So…” she pulled out a rough sphere of adhesive gum before blinking and turning to him, seeming to realize something. “Before I start, how much do you know about parallel planes and, let’s say, Avalon?”
He smiled slightly as she was setting up, enjoying seeing her so excited. He used to be like this, ecstatic anyone would listen to him, he was glad he could be that person for them now.
As she asked about parallel planes and Avalon, he cocked his head. He'd heard of parallel planes a few times while looking into the multiverse, but not too much into it specifically, but he'd never heard of Avalon. It's unusual he hadn't heard of something.
"Not... Much. Like at all.. my speciality is the multiverse."
“Alright, so we have to start with some context,” she said as if she had been expecting it. “Basically, in this context, parallel planes or realms are places that have a deep connection and sometimes look pretty similar in rough geography—they’re not alternate universes though. Someone can generally pass between them at certain places and times—it really depends on the circumstances—but it can get a little complicated.”
She stopped herself to take a breath. “So yeah. And earth has a few of those.”
Stephen was sitting in the seat of his study, surrounded by books, leading to the staircase of the sanctum. From this spot, he could see to the front door, and across pretty much the whole top floor of the library, so it was one of his favourite places to sit, being able to see everything.
Wong was currently in the underground level of the library, up-keeping and reordering books. Stephen was surrounded by piles of books, opened and unopened across every inch of the desk. He looked quite frustrated as he reread the same page of a novel written in Sanskrit over and over.
He was trying to polish up on his Sanskrit, getting comfortable with the conventions and rules, and trying to be able to speak fluently, but he was having quite a bit of struggle. This annoyed him, as he usually took to things quite fast, learning quicker than others, but this stumped him.
This was before he suddenly heard the large front doors to the sanctum swing open.
Melora, a hand holding an armful of scrolls and the other pulling a hand truck carrying a wooden crate full of books and a whiteboard, gently kicked the door open and closed it the same way. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes kept bouncing around the environment.
“Anyone here?” she called out before spotting Stephen. “Ah, Strange, there you are.”
At his teleportation, Melora simply blinked once before speaking.
“We have mutual friends,” she explained simply, looking him straight in the eyes. “Anyway— I have a theory I need to explain to someone before I explode. Metaphorically speaking.”
He nodded in understanding, chuckling slightly as fae explained fae needed to get fae theory out before she imploded from the excitement. He could relate.
"Ha- I get that, yes. I'd love to discuss any theories you have, I'd quite rather you didn't explode in my sanctum. Lots of cleaning up to do."
He said with a smirk, the last part obviously sarcastic.
“Yes, yes,” Melora said rather distractedly as the looked through the rolled-up scrolls under her arm. Fae looked up again and looked over Stephen’s shoulder to where he was previously sitting.
“You might want to take a seat for this one,” she warned. “It might take over an hour.”
Immediately, she started setting up her whiteboard and organizing her scrolls and books. Apparently, fae wasn’t too fazed by teleportation.
“So…” she pulled out a rough sphere of adhesive gum before blinking and turning to him, seeming to realize something. “Before I start, how much do you know about parallel planes and, let’s say, Avalon?”
Stephen was sitting in the seat of his study, surrounded by books, leading to the staircase of the sanctum. From this spot, he could see to the front door, and across pretty much the whole top floor of the library, so it was one of his favourite places to sit, being able to see everything.
Wong was currently in the underground level of the library, up-keeping and reordering books. Stephen was surrounded by piles of books, opened and unopened across every inch of the desk. He looked quite frustrated as he reread the same page of a novel written in Sanskrit over and over.
He was trying to polish up on his Sanskrit, getting comfortable with the conventions and rules, and trying to be able to speak fluently, but he was having quite a bit of struggle. This annoyed him, as he usually took to things quite fast, learning quicker than others, but this stumped him.
This was before he suddenly heard the large front doors to the sanctum swing open.
Melora, a hand holding an armful of scrolls and the other pulling a hand truck carrying a wooden crate full of books and a whiteboard, gently kicked the door open and closed it the same way. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes kept bouncing around the environment.
“Anyone here?” she called out before spotting Stephen. “Ah, Strange, there you are.”
At his teleportation, Melora simply blinked once before speaking.
“We have mutual friends,” she explained simply, looking him straight in the eyes. “Anyway— I have a theory I need to explain to someone before I explode. Metaphorically speaking.”
He nodded in understanding, chuckling slightly as fae explained fae needed to get fae theory out before she imploded from the excitement. He could relate.
"Ha- I get that, yes. I'd love to discuss any theories you have, I'd quite rather you didn't explode in my sanctum. Lots of cleaning up to do."
He said with a smirk, the last part obviously sarcastic.
“Yes, yes,” Melora said rather distractedly as the looked through the rolled-up scrolls under her arm. Fae looked up again and looked over Stephen’s shoulder to where he was previously sitting.
“You might want to take a seat for this one,” she warned. “It might take over an hour.”
[Early 2012 post-Avengers timeline. If your muse isn't from then, just timetravel.]
People didn't.. touch Tony a lot. He thinks maybe they used to. They did when he sex, but that hadn't really happened since he and Pepper had broken up, and before that, not since Afghanistan. He touched them. Handshakes, a clap on the shoulder. Never more than a second.
It wasn't that he'd admit he was touched starved, but... he wasn't sure he could remember the last time someone touched him without the intention to kill him. Hell, even that was usually when he was in the Iron Man suit. Even the Avengers didn't touch him.
It's not really intentional, but it's certainly not surprising, that the first time someone does, he has to repress a full body shudder. And just from someone pressing against him briefly trying to get to something.
Larkin had been hanging around the Avengers often these past months. Even if he—like the rest of his kin—wasn't a part of the team, he found himself a near-constant peripheral presence. No one said it, but it was likely to keep an eye on the lot of them.
Now, as he was going to get a glass of water, he stepped around Tony to reach the pitcher and accidentally brushed his arm against his. "Excuse me," he said quietly.
Tony, though initially opposed, had grown used to Larkin's presence and found that he didn't actual mind it all that much. Still, he tries to hide his shudder when their arms brush, and jolts back. "Lost track of my space there," he laughs ligthly.
Larkin looks at Tony for a moment, a second too long. It’s almost analyzing, weighing. But then, he smiles brightly to the man, his canines showing slightly.
“It’s no problem, man,” he tells him, going back to get his water. There’s a warm lightness to his voice and a curious look in the depths of his eyes. “I should mind my own moves, too.”
Tony is slightly off put y the look, but he likes Larkin so he tries not to let it show. Though he's not entirely convinced the man can't read his mind. "Probably. Last I checked the dance floor was on Level 12."
He laughs softly at that, raising his tall glass to his lips and downing half of it in one go. He sets it down on the counter, letting out a long sigh. "Been a while since I really danced, you know," he says contemplatively with a small laugh.
Tony raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He asks, locking his head to the side. He swallows some of his own drink, considering Larkin carefully. "We might have to remedy that."
His smile widens at that. He lets out a mirthful sigh and gently pats him on the shoulder. “Boy do I hope my old man bones will agree to that,” he says, finger running over the metallic details of his cane grip.
Tony laughs. "Come on, you can't be that old," he teases. "You don't look a day over 40," he adds, his tone sly. He offers his hand to Larkin's free hand.
Larkin straightens up to take the hand offered to him, a smile dancing on his lips. “More like four thousand,” he corrects, his tone no different from his interlocutor’s.
Stephen was sitting in the seat of his study, surrounded by books, leading to the staircase of the sanctum. From this spot, he could see to the front door, and across pretty much the whole top floor of the library, so it was one of his favourite places to sit, being able to see everything.
Wong was currently in the underground level of the library, up-keeping and reordering books. Stephen was surrounded by piles of books, opened and unopened across every inch of the desk. He looked quite frustrated as he reread the same page of a novel written in Sanskrit over and over.
He was trying to polish up on his Sanskrit, getting comfortable with the conventions and rules, and trying to be able to speak fluently, but he was having quite a bit of struggle. This annoyed him, as he usually took to things quite fast, learning quicker than others, but this stumped him.
This was before he suddenly heard the large front doors to the sanctum swing open.
Melora, a hand holding an armful of scrolls and the other pulling a hand truck carrying a wooden crate full of books and a whiteboard, gently kicked the door open and closed it the same way. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes kept bouncing around the environment.
“Anyone here?” she called out before spotting Stephen. “Ah, Strange, there you are.”
At his teleportation, Melora simply blinked once before speaking.
“We have mutual friends,” she explained simply, looking him straight in the eyes. “Anyway— I have a theory I need to explain to someone before I explode. Metaphorically speaking.”
[Early 2012 post-Avengers timeline. If your muse isn't from then, just timetravel.]
People didn't.. touch Tony a lot. He thinks maybe they used to. They did when he sex, but that hadn't really happened since he and Pepper had broken up, and before that, not since Afghanistan. He touched them. Handshakes, a clap on the shoulder. Never more than a second.
It wasn't that he'd admit he was touched starved, but... he wasn't sure he could remember the last time someone touched him without the intention to kill him. Hell, even that was usually when he was in the Iron Man suit. Even the Avengers didn't touch him.
It's not really intentional, but it's certainly not surprising, that the first time someone does, he has to repress a full body shudder. And just from someone pressing against him briefly trying to get to something.
Larkin had been hanging around the Avengers often these past months. Even if he—like the rest of his kin—wasn't a part of the team, he found himself a near-constant peripheral presence. No one said it, but it was likely to keep an eye on the lot of them.
Now, as he was going to get a glass of water, he stepped around Tony to reach the pitcher and accidentally brushed his arm against his. "Excuse me," he said quietly.
Tony, though initially opposed, had grown used to Larkin's presence and found that he didn't actual mind it all that much. Still, he tries to hide his shudder when their arms brush, and jolts back. "Lost track of my space there," he laughs ligthly.
Larkin looks at Tony for a moment, a second too long. It’s almost analyzing, weighing. But then, he smiles brightly to the man, his canines showing slightly.
“It’s no problem, man,” he tells him, going back to get his water. There’s a warm lightness to his voice and a curious look in the depths of his eyes. “I should mind my own moves, too.”
Tony is slightly off put y the look, but he likes Larkin so he tries not to let it show. Though he's not entirely convinced the man can't read his mind. "Probably. Last I checked the dance floor was on Level 12."
He laughs softly at that, raising his tall glass to his lips and downing half of it in one go. He sets it down on the counter, letting out a long sigh. "Been a while since I really danced, you know," he says contemplatively with a small laugh.
Tony raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He asks, locking his head to the side. He swallows some of his own drink, considering Larkin carefully. "We might have to remedy that."
His smile widens at that. He lets out a mirthful sigh and gently pats him on the shoulder. “Boy do I hope my old man bones will agree to that,” he says, finger running over the metallic details of his cane grip.
Stephen was sitting in the seat of his study, surrounded by books, leading to the staircase of the sanctum. From this spot, he could see to the front door, and across pretty much the whole top floor of the library, so it was one of his favourite places to sit, being able to see everything.
Wong was currently in the underground level of the library, up-keeping and reordering books. Stephen was surrounded by piles of books, opened and unopened across every inch of the desk. He looked quite frustrated as he reread the same page of a novel written in Sanskrit over and over.
He was trying to polish up on his Sanskrit, getting comfortable with the conventions and rules, and trying to be able to speak fluently, but he was having quite a bit of struggle. This annoyed him, as he usually took to things quite fast, learning quicker than others, but this stumped him.
This was before he suddenly heard the large front doors to the sanctum swing open.
Melora, a hand holding an armful of scrolls and the other pulling a hand truck carrying a wooden crate full of books and a whiteboard, gently kicked the door open and closed it the same way. Strands of hair stuck to her forehead and her eyes kept bouncing around the environment.
“Anyone here?” she called out before spotting Stephen. “Ah, Strange, there you are.”
[Early 2012 post-Avengers timeline. If your muse isn't from then, just timetravel.]
People didn't.. touch Tony a lot. He thinks maybe they used to. They did when he sex, but that hadn't really happened since he and Pepper had broken up, and before that, not since Afghanistan. He touched them. Handshakes, a clap on the shoulder. Never more than a second.
It wasn't that he'd admit he was touched starved, but... he wasn't sure he could remember the last time someone touched him without the intention to kill him. Hell, even that was usually when he was in the Iron Man suit. Even the Avengers didn't touch him.
It's not really intentional, but it's certainly not surprising, that the first time someone does, he has to repress a full body shudder. And just from someone pressing against him briefly trying to get to something.
Larkin had been hanging around the Avengers often these past months. Even if he—like the rest of his kin—wasn't a part of the team, he found himself a near-constant peripheral presence. No one said it, but it was likely to keep an eye on the lot of them.
Now, as he was going to get a glass of water, he stepped around Tony to reach the pitcher and accidentally brushed his arm against his. "Excuse me," he said quietly.
Tony, though initially opposed, had grown used to Larkin's presence and found that he didn't actual mind it all that much. Still, he tries to hide his shudder when their arms brush, and jolts back. "Lost track of my space there," he laughs ligthly.
Larkin looks at Tony for a moment, a second too long. It’s almost analyzing, weighing. But then, he smiles brightly to the man, his canines showing slightly.
“It’s no problem, man,” he tells him, going back to get his water. There’s a warm lightness to his voice and a curious look in the depths of his eyes. “I should mind my own moves, too.”
Tony is slightly off put y the look, but he likes Larkin so he tries not to let it show. Though he's not entirely convinced the man can't read his mind. "Probably. Last I checked the dance floor was on Level 12."
He laughs softly at that, raising his tall glass to his lips and downing half of it in one go. He sets it down on the counter, letting out a long sigh. "Been a while since I really danced, you know," he says contemplatively with a small laugh.
Tw: abusive relationship (emotional manipulation as well as physical violence). Pre-reveal (the reveal will get its part 2 soon I promise!!)
-----
Peter's been dating Flash Thompson for a few months now. He thought it'd be fine, that all that bullying and stuff was behind them and that they could have a real, healthy relationship. That wasn't the case. He hits him, gaslights him, and holds the fact that he knows both of Peter's secrets as reasons why Peter can't break up with him. Besides that, it's better if Peter's the one getting hurt than someone else, right?
So he stays. He hides the bruises until they heal, and he keeps his feelings bottled up. No one sees him cry, and no one seems to notice the less than good effect Flash seems to have on him. He's getting home after a date one night, a bruise already forming around a reddened eye, and runs straight into someone. "Uh... Hi."
-----
Tags (absolutely no pressure and you don't have to be tagged to roleplay! Use any blog you want!): @april-barnes @emiliakane @potatogunkid-official @iwasmadetobeasoldier @msbrooklynstark @liliyabarnes @starrryghost @captainrogers-thepatriot @winter-solstice-soldier @unofficially-tonystark @definitely-not-ira @steve-g-rogers @the-winter-soldierr @man-of-iron @katiestark @cobaltbabybluebarnes @polymerclasher @sunflower-0180 @peter-parker-who @therealjohnnystorm @zimniysoldatka @infesteddna @guy-with-a-metal-arm
”Hey… kiddo…” Dane stares at him for a moment, blinking twice as he processed what he’s seeing. Name:… it’s an alliteration… Parker something… Paul? Patrick? Peter. Peter Parker. Relation: Hunter knows him… probably. “You okay, man?”
Dane tilts his head to the side, a crease forming between his brows. “People who are fine typically don’t have a bruised eye. What happened with that?”
