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he sits on the window still and kicks mindly in the air with his foot, staring at the gray clouds over the all-boys school. he can almost see the london carriages from here, yet it seems all too generic.
he finds he is incapable to fight, not even now when the weight of his kingdom lies on his shoulders, he is unwilling and he will not, never for the life of him, pierce the heart of a dragon, any dragon, much less this one, and he drops the spear. it falls for a very. very long time.
It occurs to him, on a night that he's spent squinting at his computer screen, that if they are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, then the Apocalypse has already started. (*He doesn't know if it's a cult to them or it.)
if anyone could ever come close to looking as angels did, it was abel - hardened from work, but still soft in a sense that cain didn't quite understand. he was truly, incomprehensibly gentle, and for all cain was a simple man, even he knew gentleness was a rare thing amongst mortal men.
the man lits a cigarette in the dark, cradling the flame in his hand, and he offers it to you. you take it gladly, because the fire fascinates you, not because you'll smoke it. the man seems to know even when you haven't said a thing, because he smiles at you and says, 'one of ours, eh? i'm prometheus.'
it happens like this, but you do not know then that it is the beginning of everything: they bring to you a small, fragile slave they took from someplace else, for he is a foreigner, his skin pearly and splotchy red when the frost hits it and turns yours blue.
The house is old, the paint slipping off the cracks in the wood and the glass jutting out of where the broken window hasn't been entirely walled up. It looks like nobody has set foot in it in years, but there's a boy sitting on the porch anyway. The boy pulls at his crop top absentmindedly as he stares at you with wide, unblinking eyes.
This isn't him being materialistic, is it? Because yeah, Tony has money and, sure, he likes to flaunt it a little (or a lot, if you listen to Clint), but spending his wealth on his boyfriend isn't showing off, right? Sharing is caring and all that crap.
But the most weird thing about the McDucks isn't the mansion, the butler, or the way-too fancy car, it's the actual family. Especially the triplets. What's the deal with those three, anyway?
It takes everything from him to channel his emotions and not burst. By the end of the conversation, he's exhausted, but he hasn't electrocuted Percy even once.
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