[ William's expression is sweet as Rafa draws close, his smile amused when there are hands at his waist. The only tick in his expression is when the light changes, but it's there and then gone, a trick of the imagination. Magic does not exist here, so the people of this Kingdom do not see it when it is right in front of them. ]
I do not venture much beyond the walls.
[ He is not a diplomat. He has not been sent further than the edges of his territory. And Hagan is cold and often inhospitable. But there are times where he cannot stomach the oppressive nature. That is how he knows where to go now.
There is laughter as he's tugged along, William only pausing occasionally to show the right direction. ] There is a tavern close by. We could stop for a drink if you'd like. [ It is a busy and dark place. And William is not often recognised. ]
I do not venture much beyond the walls.
[ He is not a diplomat. He has not been sent further than the edges of his territory. And Hagan is cold and often inhospitable. But there are times where he cannot stomach the oppressive nature. That is how he knows where to go now.
There is laughter as he's tugged along, William only pausing occasionally to show the right direction. ] There is a tavern close by. We could stop for a drink if you'd like. [ It is a busy and dark place. And William is not often recognised. ]
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[ Adam makes a soft, amused noise in the back of his throat. ]
Doin' okay?
[ It's a little late, and it's Ronan, so his accent isn't as contained as it could be. There's a shuffling sound as he settles, the phone held between his ear and shoulder. ]
Sure you don't need a rescue?
Doin' okay?
[ It's a little late, and it's Ronan, so his accent isn't as contained as it could be. There's a shuffling sound as he settles, the phone held between his ear and shoulder. ]
Sure you don't need a rescue?
[ this was a terrible idea, as many drunk ideas are. but having adam's stupid henrietta accent directly in his ear when he's in this state is a dangerous thing.
he snorts. ]
Yeah, I'm fucking sure. [ his only accent is that of someone who's had too much whiskey. dimly, he's aware he should probably explain his reason for calling, but the only thing he can think is adam saying call me if you need me.
he should hang up. ]
What are you doing?
he snorts. ]
Yeah, I'm fucking sure. [ his only accent is that of someone who's had too much whiskey. dimly, he's aware he should probably explain his reason for calling, but the only thing he can think is adam saying call me if you need me.
he should hang up. ]
What are you doing?
Typical.
[ if he sounds slightly less derisive than usual, it's definitely due to the alcohol. he shrugs until he realizes adam can't see it, then says, ]
Getting shitfaced in church.
[ in a church would be more accurate, since it's late and church isn't in session. they both know which church it is. sometimes, when he's feeling generous, he still abides by gansey's bullshit "no getting drunk in monmouth" rule. when he's feeling pensive, he gets drunk in st. agnes instead. it's an old tradition of his and has nothing to do with the fact adam technically lives there now. ]
[ if he sounds slightly less derisive than usual, it's definitely due to the alcohol. he shrugs until he realizes adam can't see it, then says, ]
Getting shitfaced in church.
[ in a church would be more accurate, since it's late and church isn't in session. they both know which church it is. sometimes, when he's feeling generous, he still abides by gansey's bullshit "no getting drunk in monmouth" rule. when he's feeling pensive, he gets drunk in st. agnes instead. it's an old tradition of his and has nothing to do with the fact adam technically lives there now. ]
[ There are times when there’s such innocence to William’s smile. It belies the hunger beneath, and Rafa knows that, having glimpsed it in stolen moments when their lips were together and their bodies sought a different release.
It’s hard to decide which appeals more; the sweetness or the fire. Both call out to different parts of Rafa.
And then, of course, there’s that offer. His smile is full of laughter. ]
Yes. Oh, yes. A drink is exactly what I need.
[ He lets William lead him now. The small copse of nature is giving way to stone streets and tall houses. Rafa is vaguely aware that Hagan is cold, but only from how it affects William; he is, personally, always cold. There is only one remedy for that. Thankfully, they’re about to seek it.
Rafa wonders what – or who – they’ll find in this tavern. He wonders how William will react to it, and then wonders at himself, for not immediately deciding to hide it. Is it time for William to see? Can his fire be teased that much? ]
Is it a violent place, this tavern?
[ He's careful in weighing up his options.
Ronan can often be a sharp creature, quick to venom and teeth. But he's also softer than people realise most of the time. Adam has seen it. And when he thinks about both parts of that boy sitting alone and drinking just downstairs something goes tight and awful in his stomach. ]
You want company?
Ronan can often be a sharp creature, quick to venom and teeth. But he's also softer than people realise most of the time. Adam has seen it. And when he thinks about both parts of that boy sitting alone and drinking just downstairs something goes tight and awful in his stomach. ]
You want company?
[ normally ronan, as a sharp creature, doesn't take well to pity. but if any part of him senses that adam's offering to keep him company because he feels sorry for him, it's being drowned out by the part that would really like to see adam's face.
he exhales noisily. ]
I thought you were doing homework.
he exhales noisily. ]
I thought you were doing homework.
[ William walks closely beside his friend, their arms brushing every other step. There is such joyous enthusiasm in him now that even the cold air that slices through the narrow street can do nothing to wipe the smile off his face. ]
Sometimes.
[ He twists a little, so he is walking backwards, shoulders and chest puffed out. He looks like a vision, confident and angelic and strong. ] Do not worry, I shall protect you. [ It is not uncommon for the men of this kingdom to wear weapons and so his hand falls to his side to finger the hilt of a blade there. ] Ah, here we are.
[ The wooden door is almost hidden between buildings but William clearly knows it. He lifts the latch and pushes in to the dark, warm and crowded main room. ] I'll get the ale if you find us a table.
Sometimes.
[ He twists a little, so he is walking backwards, shoulders and chest puffed out. He looks like a vision, confident and angelic and strong. ] Do not worry, I shall protect you. [ It is not uncommon for the men of this kingdom to wear weapons and so his hand falls to his side to finger the hilt of a blade there. ] Ah, here we are.
[ The wooden door is almost hidden between buildings but William clearly knows it. He lifts the latch and pushes in to the dark, warm and crowded main room. ] I'll get the ale if you find us a table.
It can wait.
[ It's not a no, and so Adam doesn't waste time. There's the sound of rustling from the other end of the line as he gets up and starts making his way through the apartment. He stops to at least pull the plug on whatever's been eating up electricity - he's not using it if he's not there - and then he's at the door. ] Give me a second, okay?
[ Hanging up seems simpler than waiting for Ronan to decide otherwise and tell him he's not invited. It doesn't take him long to get down anyway and soon enough he's picking his way to Ronan's usual pew, his eyes already adjusted to the St. Agnes gloom. Adam sinks into the bench beside him, shoulder knocking lightly and innocently against Ronan's own. ] Hey.
[ It's not a no, and so Adam doesn't waste time. There's the sound of rustling from the other end of the line as he gets up and starts making his way through the apartment. He stops to at least pull the plug on whatever's been eating up electricity - he's not using it if he's not there - and then he's at the door. ] Give me a second, okay?
[ Hanging up seems simpler than waiting for Ronan to decide otherwise and tell him he's not invited. It doesn't take him long to get down anyway and soon enough he's picking his way to Ronan's usual pew, his eyes already adjusted to the St. Agnes gloom. Adam sinks into the bench beside him, shoulder knocking lightly and innocently against Ronan's own. ] Hey.
( continued. )
[ The minute she learnt how to fly was the minute she stopped being interested in keeping her feet on solid ground. Which is why when Wanda knocks she's a good two inches off the floor, the cloud of red enveloping her - and the salt shaker and limes which are now floating beside her - and highlighting her smile.
Maybe she's just a little happier now she's not in a cell. Or maybe it's the bonding. She doesn't know Bucky well, but she'd like to. ]
Can I come in?
[ The minute she learnt how to fly was the minute she stopped being interested in keeping her feet on solid ground. Which is why when Wanda knocks she's a good two inches off the floor, the cloud of red enveloping her - and the salt shaker and limes which are now floating beside her - and highlighting her smile.
Maybe she's just a little happier now she's not in a cell. Or maybe it's the bonding. She doesn't know Bucky well, but she'd like to. ]
Can I come in?
Def should mention at this point that I have not seen CW yet LOL
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[Not that anything in his life is something other than unusual, being around his teammates is one of the weirdest sensations yet: it's a lot like being the new kid in school, but everyone has the power to level a city block or stop a Sherman tank in its tracks. Oh, and he's transferring in from juvenile hall instead of a school across town. But most of them seem willing to give him a chance, Wanda in particular, which is why he jumped (as casually as he could manage) at the chance to get to know her better.
He answers his door and manages a smile once he sees hers. It's infectious, and even he knows he could use it.]
Absolutely.
[His room is neat and spartan, and there's an unopened bottle of Patron on his desk.]
He answers his door and manages a smile once he sees hers. It's infectious, and even he knows he could use it.]
Absolutely.
[His room is neat and spartan, and there's an unopened bottle of Patron on his desk.]
[ His room is much more utilitarian than hers. She wonders if that is just his style or if he just hasn't found the style he wants yet. Wanda had struggled with it too, at first, pulling apart the seams of who she wanted to be without Sokovia, without Pietro. Now, the space she calls her own is cluttered but full of bright and pretty things. She loves it. And one day she hopes he will find something like that.
For now the salt and the limes go flying their way to his desk, Wanda's gaze open and curious but not too piercing as she steps inside. ]
Thank you for agreeing to keep me company.
For now the salt and the limes go flying their way to his desk, Wanda's gaze open and curious but not too piercing as she steps inside. ]
Thank you for agreeing to keep me company.
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