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iamthefirechild:
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iamthefirechild:
archangelswag:
iamthefirechild:
archangelswag:
iamthefirechild:
She needs to breathe. She’s trying desperately to hold on to the memory of his words at their last meeting,. She doesn’t want to use him; he’s unique and glorious, yes, but not to be treated as something to collect. She pulls back, breaking the kiss, still feeling the imprint of his mouth on hers. “Gabriel.”
His wings fold back, and he looks into Summer’s eyes. “Yes, that’s my name, don’t wear it out.” he smiles sadly, his heart not in that terrible joke at all.
“What’s wrong?” She’s still pressed up against him, arms about his neck, and searches his eyes. One hand threads up into his hair.
“When someone pulls back like that, it usually means they’re thinking about something. I worry about what you think of me, which is kind of silly, given how little I care about my impression with others.”
“I’m always thinking about something,” Summer laughs. “In this case, it’s how much I missed you, and how if you kiss me like that one more time, I’m going to forget you’re an archangel and knock you flat on my bed.” Her eyes sparkle.
He allows a mildly predatory smile to blossom on his face, his eyes sparkling. “That wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?” He laughs quietly, then leans in close. “Be careful what you think, you never know who’s listening.” With a quick smirk, he goes in for what seems like a kiss.
“Tease,” she tells him, covering his mouth with a lifted hand. “It would be the opposite of terrible, but I don’t want to use you.” The smile turns into something more wry, self-deprecating. “It’s only if you want that.” A shadow of memory flits across her face, darkening her eyes. “I’ve had enough of ruining things with my wants for a lifetime, these months you were gone.”
He pulls back, his expression quickly turning worried before being covered up by a brittle front of curiosity. A hand flits to Summer’s shoulder as the archangel says, “Clearly I’ve missed some important things. What happened? Is there someone I need to ‘have a discussion’ with?”
“That would have been nice at the time,” she sighs, “but it’s a bit late now. It’s a long story.” Taking his hand, she pulls him to sit beside her on the edge of the bed, pausing to offer ear scratches to the little calico curled up in the centre. “I’m dating Tony Stark,” she begins, avoiding his eyes. “And … so was one of his AI robots. Some grey magic gave it a human-android body, I don’t know much about that. But, um, Dummy — the AIs name is Dummy — he asked Tony to marry him. Not long after you disappeared.”
She twisted her hands together, shoulders tensing up. “Tony decided he wanted to keep both of us, and Dummy was … very not okay with that. He shot himself. Tony was able to save him, and he agreed to try, but even after that he avoided me. And I — I got impatient, and jealous, and when I went to talk to Dummy, to try to be friends, I did it all wrong. I pushed too hard, and he threatened to kill himself again, and — ” She faltered, struggling against tears. “I made him leave,” she whispered finally.