Monthly Archives: October 2012

Mono-Tony | @narcissisttonystark

narcissisttonystark:

iamthefirechild:

narcissisttonystark:

iamthefirechild:

“Ninety-nine percent sure. Especially since I bet I can help you with about half of it. Come on, you’ve been being responsible for over a week now, right? Time for a break.” She held out a hand, coaxing. “All work and no play makes Tony a dull bo~oy.”

She wasn’t being fair, and Tony was tempted to to point that out. He was a grown man after all, and adults were supposed to be responsible. Still, Summer also had a fair point, he had been ‘good’ for over a week, Tony need a break. “Alright. Give me the fried goods, and we’ll go.”

Summer withdrew her hand from the bag, holding them both up in the air. “All yours.” Her grin was enormous. “I had my share before I even got here, you ravenous beast.”

“Thank you, Summer.” He took the bag quickly, but made sure not to snatch it. He removed a doughnut and took a huge bite, chewing contentedly.

“I do try, darlin’.” She folded her arms and leaned a hip against the desk, watching him devour with a little smile. “Would it be better if I just made a once-a-week doughnut run for you? Rather than trying to lure you out once a month, say.”

The Three Fountains

dukehumphrey:

iamthefirechild:

“Perhaps then you would do well to let me speak, my lord?” Summer teased. She caught his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm. “I spent my days mostly reading, though my brother coaxed me out to practise archery while the weather was fine. Your books were so welcome, for I feared I’d go mad thinking of you.” She looked up at him, biting her lip.

“I feared my memories deceived me,” she whispered. “How could a man like you see so much in me? You, my lord, are brother to the King. Your words fall sweet on my ears now.”

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“My lord,” Summer gasped, drowning in his kisses, “Humphrey, stop, please stop.” She couldn’t stop herself kissing him back, pressing close to him, body yearning into his arms. “Humphrey, slow down.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want him, in the least, but being ravished up against a wall with haste was not her idea of a good time. She wanted the luxury of exploration, to tease and play and experiment.

The Three Fountains

dukehumphrey:

iamthefirechild:

dukehumphrey:

iamthefirechild:

Two weeks had seen but little change in the routine of Summer’s life. Her sister had returned to her husband’s manor, her other brother Alfred had come up from Kent, and she’d read ‘Il Canzoniere’ through several times. She grew ill-at-ease, beginning to doubt her memories and herself, and would often take out the necklace and slide it through her fingers. Even archery barely soothed her mind.

When finally the Duke returned and sent for her, she struggled to contain herself before the servants. She near drove her maid to distraction fretting over little details, and only managed to relax when she was at last ahorse, quiver slung to one side, gifted books in a saddlebag to the other, and Humphrey’s gorgeous velvet gift about her shoulders.

Finally she arrived at the house, and Humphrey himself welcomed her, helping her off the horse. “I believe you only became more beautiful my love,” he said and confirmed with a kiss, for all to see. Here in his household, he had no troubles of gossip to worry about. “I have another present for you, for today you shall need her,” he said when the squire escorted the little grey spaniel. “She is named Silver I was told. She is fairly young and inexperienced in the hunting affairs…do you hunt, my beloved?”

His household prepared half a dozen more dogs, along with arrows bows and spears, bags and food and flasks of wine, his squires and knights busying themselves around them as they talked. “I must apologise to you, my lady Summer,” Humphrey said. “My visit took longer than intended… I hope you decided what you ask from me for the wait. It shall be yours as I promised…”

“My lord, what I wish of you I dare not say.” Summer held his hands, smiling up at him. “I would not have you think ill of me. Only hold me, for I have sore missed your touch, and tell me of your journey.”

“If you dare not to tell me I am all the more inclined to hear it,” he grinned. “Mayhap I shall change the plans for the day and just remain in the house on some pillow holding and kissing you.” With that he turned and his arm still around her waist, he moved towards the house.

“Welcome in Bellacourt, as I call this place. Bella, as it is everything that is beautiful for me – or more so, it was before I met you… I hope you ceased walks on the empty streets after dark.” He offered her a chalice from the plate that a servant held out to him, and took one for himself. The servant took the rest to his knights to offer refreshments.

“There is but little to say. It was raining constantly… I wished to be able to close myself into the castle and sit by the fire. I went as my presence was required by the sherrif, apparently the gaols of Pembroke become full of thieves and other misdoers so quickly. I took one of my brother’s judges with me, and sat at court all day listening to their trials and wrongdoings and arguments. Not an activity I would recommend my love. Especially after they are found guilty. I doubt I saw as many hangings and arm choppings as in the past two weeks. The only good was seeing a few friends there, the mayor is one of them and he took me to this rather pleasant feast one evening… but mostly I kept to myself and my books, which reminds me…” he touched the material of her coat, “I am glad you had this finished on time. Hope the master was treating you well, and that he charged you nothing! I have sent him the payment for this.”

“This colour suits you, I knew it,” he said, “I could go on chatting but tell me my dearest, what were you occupied with while I was gone? How you spent your days? I confess you were much on my mind, Summer, and I found I know but little about you… about your likes and dislikes and all your past, and I wish to learn everything about you,” he said, caressing her cheek with his fingers, “I wish to know the lady who caught me so unguarded… like in the poem of Petrarch, love found me unguarded… So tell I hope to spend the day listening to you, and learning how the lady is who has my heart in the palm of her hands…”

“Perhaps then you would do well to let me speak, my lord?” Summer teased. She caught his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm. “I spent my days mostly reading, though my brother coaxed me out to practise archery while the weather was fine. Your books were so welcome, for I feared I’d go mad thinking of you.” She looked up at him, biting her lip.

“I feared my memories deceived me,” she whispered. “How could a man like you see so much in me? You, my lord, are brother to the King. Your words fall sweet on my ears now.”

pleasureworkingwithyou:

iamthefirechild:

“I wanted to check out the centre of the Manhattan Incident now that we’re finally done cleaning it all up.” She flicks a hand up at the Stark Tower.

“And it’s my tower.” Tony ended for her, following her hand up to the building that loomed above. “Would you like a tour?”

She looked a little startled. “Well, sure, since you’re offering.”

theraptorwhomurderedlove:

This is your daily reminder that self-indulgence can be a form of self-care.

That ‘because it makes me feel better’ is a completely valid reason to do something.

That if something makes you happy then it is not pointless or a waste of time.

That if doing something makes you feel better then it is not something that is unproductive to do.

And that doing things that make you feel okay is just as important as anything else.

pleasureworkingwithyou:

iamthefirechild:

“Summer Rainault.” She offers a short bow, hand over heart.

Lifting his eyebrow at the sudden pose, Tony simply let his shoulders droop and a calm look to cross his features. “What brings you by, Miss Rainault?”

“I wanted to check out the centre of the Manhattan Incident now that we’re finally done cleaning it all up.” She flicks a hand up at the Stark Tower.

Charity Ball | Open RP

Summer checked herself over in the mirror one last time. She was never comfortable with the way she looked, far less when she dressed up. But the letter had specified formal dress, so formal dress it was, makeup, heeled shoes and all. She’d braided her long hair into a double coronet around her head and accented the burgundy dress with garnet jewellery.

Probably she ought to be grateful to have her work recognised, but then again recognition had very little to do with what she did as a heroine. It was simply something that needed doing that she was capable of doing, that was all. But the folk who had organised this charity ball didn’t seem to think so, and they wanted the empath Summer Rainault, who had, in their words, ‘helped save so many lives during and after the Manhattan Incident,’ to be one of their guests of honour while the rich and powerful of New York City celebrated the end of the cleanup.

Summer anticipated being largely ignored while the attendees swarmed around better known heroes like Captain America and Iron Man. Which, honestly, was fine by her. Making polite conversation with people who were largely unaware of her existence, all the while knowing just how little truth was in their words, had never appealed. She smiled, posed, and waved to the paparazzi on her way in, hiding how awkward and out of place she felt. Once inside the ballroom, Summer found a corner quieter than the rest, acquired a drink, and tried to ignore all the butterflies in her gut.