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oldironsides... how do you tell if it's recorded? Piece of alternate universe crap, you're lucky I don't rewire you into a double-ended vibra--
BEEEEEEEP
oldironsides... how do you tell if it's recorded? Piece of alternate universe crap, you're lucky I don't rewire you into a double-ended vibra--
BEEEEEEEP
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Date: 2013-02-28 04:30 am (UTC)Anthony, eh?
[And it isn't said with any note of disdain. Nothing like that. If anything, the edge in his tone is coy, as if to say "yeah, you know what? You can get away with it".]
I'll come meet you. Should get out of the shop anyway. Don't worry about the bartender. Trust me, I know of at least three of my waitresses who'll be grilling me about why you were there drinking alone. They'll figure I did something to screw this up.
[snicker.]
And... I'm gonna do this right, okay. Once we're face to face. It's just... it's weird for me. I didn't get to throw back a bunch of shots before opening my mouth.
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Date: 2013-02-28 07:25 am (UTC)[He's walking too, taking the normal route home to make sure he runs into Tony. It's a simple statement, the name one, before he lets himself start to hope at what Tony might be saying. Hope is such a dangerous thing. But it's paid off tonight, already, and he can't help the budding feeling. Do this right. Even his smile is crooked and stupidly silly now.]
And... okay, Tony. Okay.
[It's quite okay. His heart could burst from how okay it is.]
I'll kiss you in front of your waitresses later if you'd like. Let them know that it's all right. That it's good, even.
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Date: 2013-03-03 06:44 am (UTC)[Whether it goes noticed or not, there's definitely a boost in his pace. He knows he's slighted his friend here, who poured out his heart and said something Stark knows damn well wasn't easy. Much as he likes to jab the guy for being hyper-sentimental, it's... well... who he is. And he rather likes that.
He'd make it up to him. Say the words. He owed him as much.
Up ahead, a familiar silhouette comes into view, and he pockets the Forge.]
... hey!
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Date: 2013-03-03 08:01 am (UTC)Anders' heart skips a beat when he sees Tony. Yes, he feels the same things for this man as he did when he headed out to work this morning. That hasn't changed. But he's said it now, admitted it to himself and Stark both, and somehow a hope had actually come through. He closes the distance, glad to see the man.]
Aren't you a welcome sight.
[There may be just the faintest bit of swagger in his walk. He's cared for, that much, by someone else. For the first time in years, Anders feels actually happy.
Anders leans in to give Tony a brief kiss in greeting, so much shorter than what he wants, but they're outside and he should not be pressing the man against the nearest wall and kissing him breathless. Probably. Yet. But his hand goes up and lingers on the side of Tony's face anyway, just touching.]
Come here often?
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Date: 2013-03-05 12:21 am (UTC)For now. There was still a celebratory glass or three to be had later.]
Gotta say, that's a pretty awful pick-up line. How long were you at the bar?
[His lips quirk as he, for some reason, holds back on what would very likely be the dumbest grin to date. Anders's joy is contagious, obvious in everything from his step to the way he's holding himself. There's a happiness in him that Tony doesn't see often, aside from instances here and there when the friggin' cat's around.
... or... okay, there were other times. But that was a different sort of happy. Definitely not the type to advertise in public.]
You don't need to answer that, by the way. The girls will tell me.
[A pause. He clears his throat.}
Feel better? About... you know. I do.
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Date: 2013-03-05 07:21 am (UTC)[He knows Stark's employees will probably tell their boss everything. Anders doesn't care, can't care. Right now, there's nothing that can bring his mood down.
Anders' fingers go back, playing with Tony's hair as he nods to the last question.]
Yes. I do. I'd...
[He glances down before meeting Stark's eyes again.]
I don't mean it in a gloomy way. But I'd not remembered what it feels like to be... be loved. And to love in return. I thought maybe, since the moment I had to leave you, that there was more. And then when you were convinced...
[Anders shakes his head.]
I feel better. [His heart feels like it's about to pound out of his chest as he leans in, mouth close to Tony's ear, for one more sentence.] And I love you.
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Date: 2013-03-07 05:42 am (UTC)[Stark exhales, not realizing the breath is a shaky one til he feels the shudder at his core. The whole scene -- the two of them standing out here in the damn cold, knowing what they know and saying what they're trying to -- isn't something he's wrapped his head around yet.
There's confusion, but no fear.
He leans into the mage, into the words, and finds the ones he needs to return. It's easier without eye contact, for some guilty reason. You don't have to see yourself in them, a reflection of someone you hope won't fail the man somewhere down the line.]
You too. [Come on, now. Breathe.] I love you, too.
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Date: 2013-03-07 07:00 am (UTC)This is real. It won't last a lifetime, and they'll be torn from it all too soon, but they've fixed things from the fight and they survived Guardian thus far.
And then Tony speaks again. Anders closes his eyes, memorizing those words and this moment. There's still a nip to the air, the scent of meats and grease radiate from a diner nearby, and somewhere a dog is barking. It's perfect. Ordinary and entirely not.
He leans his cheek against Tony's for a brief moment before pulling back, eyes open again and shining bright.]
I think we were planning on celebrating. Where to...
[Anders trails off before finishing the sentence. He'd heard the shaky breath. He should probably hold off a bit longer before calling Tony 'love,' just for the man's sake.]
Where to, Tony? ...Incidentally, did you notice me slip up at the Clinic before? Neither Martha nor I are sure on that.
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Date: 2013-03-19 06:10 am (UTC)-- yeah. I thought something was weird about it. Was just the way it came out. [He smiles faintly, mostly to himself.] I was gonna ask, but kept putting it off.
[Pressing into him, the move done before he's even realized it was happening, there's a strange, new need for closeness. He wishes they were home, tangled in their dark room, talking about these things. There was a newness to everything, and although the weight of the words hadn't yet sunk in, there was still a vulnerability that felt all too exposed out here in the streets. He felt like this thing they had, this whatever-it-was that sat closer to his heart than anything magnetic, could be snatched up. A trinket for some mugger.
So, there was a fear. Silly and illogical, but there nonetheless. Forever a fear of loss.
And not a fear he wanted known. Not seen or heard on his words. Clearing his throat, he glances up to meet the mage's eyes, black on gold.]
Celebrating's happening no matter where we are. Maybe just... maybe we go home, yeah? I'll open something up and we can drink to us. You can tell me why Martha was curious about whether or not I caught you.
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Date: 2013-03-21 04:51 am (UTC)It's likely better that you put it off. This went...
[He shakes his head, still a bit lost as to how this had even happened.]
This went. And maybe there's no such thing as a perfect time, but I can't see how this could have gone better.
[Anders' smile is entirely crooked and silly as he meets Tony's gaze. There's a sort of effervescent joy bubbling up inside of him as he answers.]
Let's go home, Tony, and I'll tell you anything you'd like.