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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: 2013-03-07 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.