Monthly Archives: November 2012
Not really doing replies today. Not feeling so good, and the time change always screws me up. Also sister is still in town.
Basically, can’t rp today.
Ngh, my friends throw the best parties. And although i’m high as a kite off people there’ll be no hangover so that’s good. Dunno if I’ll be on tomorrow since sister is still in town.
Black Widow costume a hit. Still needs work.
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It’s not always fun, particularly after a major smashup. Is it okay to ask, how old are you?
I can imagine it wouldn’t be. Oh, of course! I’m nineteen; which is infantile, I know.
Hey, don’t say that! Youth…
I think I was about 13 when I finally realised what was going on. It was more than a little frightening, let me tell you! The fire part didn’t come in until I was older than you are now, but suffering puberty with all your classmates literally is … pretty horrible by itself. I mean, who wants to hang out with the girl who knows you’re lying to her?
Obediently Summer followed, openly gaping up and around. “You designed all this? /All/ of it?” Gentle fingertips brushed over molding, buttons, picture frames. “It’s beautiful.”
Tony gave her a look, a gentle snort coming from him. “Most of it. I had some help, actually.” He replied before turning around once more and continuing on towards the elevator.
“Still. Stylistically, it’s really nice.” She slid into the elevator behind him, trying not to stare as openly at him as she was at his tower. It was hard, though. Summer had admired — be honest, loved — Tony Stark for a long time, for many more reasons than just his gorgeous appearance. She gnawed at her lip in the hope it would help her keep her mouth shut.
She looked a little startled. “Well, sure, since you’re offering.”
“Alright, follow me,” Tony beckoned with a hand before setting off inside the building. “I’ve got a lot of floors, so you’re going to be here awhile.”
Obediently Summer followed, openly gaping up and around. “You designed all this? /All/ of it?” Gentle fingertips brushed over molding, buttons, picture frames. “It’s beautiful.”
I hate when my sister decides to get all touristy.
iamthefirechild started following you
[[ WELCOME ]]
*half-hearted wave, barely looking up*
*blinks and pauses, smiling gently* Detective Jack Harkness.. and who are you, lovely?
“Summer. Summer Rainault.” Her green eyes look somehow bruised, and there’s no return smile.
“Nice to meet you Summer.. What a beautiful name.” He kept his smile, despite the lack of a return. “What brings you to this part of town?”
“I’m just wandering. Running away.” She shrugged a shoulder, wondering why this stranger, of all people, should care to talk to her. Was the darkness written on her face so clearly then, that anyone could see it?
He blinked. “Running away? Now.. Why are you running away, mm?” Jack put a gentle hand on her shoulder, “What would a pretty girl like yourself be running away from?”
Another shrug. “Myself. They say hell is other people. It’s not. Hell is yourself.” Summer looked up at the man — Jack Harkness, he’d called himself — a world of aching sadness in her face. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but thanks for asking.”
Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king
“You — /you/ chose. Do you not see, Henry? You say you do not know your own heart, and yet — do you truly not see? Even before you heard me expose my heart, here, already you encouraged my emotion, and yet deny your own.” She stopped, looking earnestly up at Henry. “If in the end, in the end, Henry, it is not to be, I would wish to know that we took the chance. That you allowed yourself the chance.”
He looked at her and touched her face.
“I do not wish to break your heart if it is not meant to be… I would never wish that upon you but…” he stopped and looked at her again, and he leaned in closer, his lips almost touching hers again.
“I do not think I would deny you…”
Slowly, Summer closed the space between them, pressing her lips to his. Offering. Asking. After a moment, she pulled away, whispering, “For my own, if my heart be broken, it will ache the less for that I loved thee. Let me choose this, Henry. Mine heart is thine already, wilt not accept it?”
He leaned into the kiss and his lips followed hers as she moved away, and he wanted to kiss her again. His heart was beating wildly now and he just had such a desire to take her in his arms.
“I will…” he whispered to her as he took her face in his hands and kissed her again, but this was not a kiss like the other. This one was heavy with desire and want, and he moved his hands against her, trying to be as close as he could be with her. His fingers moved to her hair as he tightened his grip around her waist, moaning slightly into the kiss.
Henry’s arms encircled her, enclosing her in safety. Summer smiled into the kiss, relief and happiness suffusing her. His desire tasted of honey and wine, intoxicating to her senses. She pressed against him, trying to communicate her own want, fingers curling against his chest. But she refused to break the kiss even for a second, chasing his mouth if he tried to pull away, biting softly at his lips.