My last name isn’t even Downey. My dad changed his name when he wanted to get into the Army and was underage. My real name is Robert Elias. I feel like I’m still looking for a home in some way.
Monthly Archives: March 2013
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
It only took a moment for her to grasp the pattern, and her eyes filled with tears. “Proof that Tony Stark has a heart,” she murmured, blinking. She ignored the tears utterly, looking up at Tony. “Thank you,” Summer said. She got up and stepped to his side, kissing his temple. “Will you put it on?”Tony offered her a lopsided grin and scratched the back of his head. “I figured it had to be something you wouldn’t find anywhere else.” He took the necklace from her, motioned for her to turn around, and clasped the chain around the back of her neck. “There we go. Now I think it’s time to get out of here.” He added the last as the server returned to hand him back his card.
Summer couldn’t suppress a smile; despite everything in the last six months, his awkwardness in expressing himself was still adorable. Twining her fingers with his and kissing the back of his hand, she asked, “There are /more/ plans?”
Valentine’s Day
A grin broke across Victor’s face and the relief flooded his face. “I’ll take that as a ‘no you don’t mind le Cirque?”
He led her towards the entrance and flashed his tickets at the door then directed her to a booth-like section in the upper-mid balcony with a fantastic view; he had pulled some strings with the stage manager and director to get it. Victor once again showed their tickets to one of the ushers, assuring them that they were in the right place. Finally, he took her coat, “I used to work in this theater as a side gig whenever I got bored. Not for the Cirque, but for other shows and these seats are by far the best in the house.”
“You did all the things, before you met me.” Summer chuckled a little, settling down in her seat. “Usually I’m in with the common herd.”
“Yeah, well, I saw that the Cirque was coming to town and was out for drinks with the stage manager and got us some tickets. With this vantage point, it’s the best way to see them in the entire house. I used to sit up here when I used to usher and then I’d sneak up here when I wasn’t managing the sound for the production.” The smile on Victor’s face was easy and blissful.
“I love you so much,” Summer murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. “So much.” The next few minutes slid by amid the hushed sussurus of the crowd, intro music softly playing, and then the house lights went down. She clutched his arm with excitement.
“I love you too Summer.” He nuzzled the top of her head and smiled as the house lights dimmed. The music changed and after a brief introduction the show began. It always amazed Victor how graceful the performers were and he sat there transfixed, leaning closer to Summer.
She was enraptured, hands clasped together and eyes shining with the lost delight of a child’s wonder.
“Why can’t I sleep?”
Tony doesn’t believe he’s a hero.
Summer knows she’s a hero — but it’s not enough.
Valentine’s Evening || iamthefirechild
“Hmmm, no. I won’t do it. Tip for you, though: the next time I’m down, send out for some of this.” Neatly she laid the fork upside down on the plate and eyed Tony. “Now what?”“I’ll keep that in mind.” He set his fork down and pulled out his wallet, so when the waitress came back all he had to do was hand over his card. He watched her walk away and turned his attention back to Summer. “Now, I s’pose I give you this,” he said, and reached into his jacket to pull out a small box, though too big to be a ring box.
There was a necklace in the box. A triangular blue diamond, with a series of smaller cut blue diamonds around it to fill out a circular platinum setting, hung from a platinum chain.
It only took a moment for her to grasp the pattern, and her eyes filled with tears. “Proof that Tony Stark has a heart,” she murmured, blinking. She ignored the tears utterly, looking up at Tony. “Thank you,” Summer said. She got up and stepped to his side, kissing his temple. “Will you put it on?”
✉✉✉ ALL THE DRUNK TEXTS. I find them amusing xD
[text] i just want you tto knowt hat i’m alwys here for yu
[text] I can see hwo much you and steve love each other and its so pretty
[text] I shouldnt drinkin front of Tony should I opps
[text] the world is spinny
What is it about the loafers that makes this even cuter somehow?
Valentine’s Day
A grin broke across Victor’s face and the relief flooded his face. “I’ll take that as a ‘no you don’t mind le Cirque?”
He led her towards the entrance and flashed his tickets at the door then directed her to a booth-like section in the upper-mid balcony with a fantastic view; he had pulled some strings with the stage manager and director to get it. Victor once again showed their tickets to one of the ushers, assuring them that they were in the right place. Finally, he took her coat, “I used to work in this theater as a side gig whenever I got bored. Not for the Cirque, but for other shows and these seats are by far the best in the house.”
“You did all the things, before you met me.” Summer chuckled a little, settling down in her seat. “Usually I’m in with the common herd.”
“Yeah, well, I saw that the Cirque was coming to town and was out for drinks with the stage manager and got us some tickets. With this vantage point, it’s the best way to see them in the entire house. I used to sit up here when I used to usher and then I’d sneak up here when I wasn’t managing the sound for the production.” The smile on Victor’s face was easy and blissful.
“I love you so much,” Summer murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. “So much.” The next few minutes slid by amid the hushed sussurus of the crowd, intro music softly playing, and then the house lights went down. She clutched his arm with excitement.