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central_librarylogs2015-07-31 08:47 pm
legacyofiron) wrote in central_librarylogs2015-07-31 08:47 pm
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Everyone Deserves a Second Chance
Who:Tony, Ward, & Steve [closed]
What: Second chances and talks are good for the soul, right?
When: After the Cinderella ball August 1st
Where: One of the atriums in the non-fiction section.
Warnings: Possible angst, tension and talks of second chances...
Notes:
In the last hour, over ten different astronomical patterns had slid through the black velvet sky over head. The atrium windows scrolled in Victorian architecture overhead and allowed the endless stardust littered sky to shine through like white hot beacons in the darkness. Even the low lights attached to pillars didn't dim the brightness of the spectacle. Walking through just once had drawn his attention. Another like this resided in the Fiction section, similar but not.
Tony felt more at home in non-fiction. And strangely 'native' sitting amongst open books of star charts and scrolled parchment he'd managed to buy from the Market Place. Steve must've wandered off into the darker portions of the Library... a patrol even. Tony stayed behind. After all... he didn't have a suit or a weapon worth mentioning. So he sat in the midst of mindless work testing a theory of where they might be.
After a while he realized, it was always dark outside the windows. The stars always shown... but if there was a sun it resided light years away. That wasn't just the night sky, it was space. And that realization had him leaning back away from the chart he was creating to simply lean back on his hands and stare at it. Funny... as a kid he might have actually been crazy to see this. Now? Maybe... he couldn't decide.
More so it gave him a chill that clawed it's way up his spine as he pictured war ships in an endless black landscape and the slow fall from space... Just not quite as horrifying as before.
What: Second chances and talks are good for the soul, right?
When: After the Cinderella ball August 1st
Where: One of the atriums in the non-fiction section.
Warnings: Possible angst, tension and talks of second chances...
Notes:
In the last hour, over ten different astronomical patterns had slid through the black velvet sky over head. The atrium windows scrolled in Victorian architecture overhead and allowed the endless stardust littered sky to shine through like white hot beacons in the darkness. Even the low lights attached to pillars didn't dim the brightness of the spectacle. Walking through just once had drawn his attention. Another like this resided in the Fiction section, similar but not.
Tony felt more at home in non-fiction. And strangely 'native' sitting amongst open books of star charts and scrolled parchment he'd managed to buy from the Market Place. Steve must've wandered off into the darker portions of the Library... a patrol even. Tony stayed behind. After all... he didn't have a suit or a weapon worth mentioning. So he sat in the midst of mindless work testing a theory of where they might be.
After a while he realized, it was always dark outside the windows. The stars always shown... but if there was a sun it resided light years away. That wasn't just the night sky, it was space. And that realization had him leaning back away from the chart he was creating to simply lean back on his hands and stare at it. Funny... as a kid he might have actually been crazy to see this. Now? Maybe... he couldn't decide.
More so it gave him a chill that clawed it's way up his spine as he pictured war ships in an endless black landscape and the slow fall from space... Just not quite as horrifying as before.
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Angling his head at the rush of anger that he couldn't deny was there. Tony may suck at picking up emotions in anyone other than Steve, but that was undeniable. "I will be the first to say... I have my own brand of justice when I don't have my moral anchor."
Pausing... he considered it a moment before offering. "But I will save that for when my anchor is gone and only then." Because if he went too far now... he couldn't take the look of disappointment or have to live ten or more feet away from each other... things like that never felt good.
Steve liked it here. Best not get thrown out.
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He looks surprised at that, hands folded in front of him, "...Huh."
"...Kara suggested taking up a hobby. To keep my ...feelings in check. I don't know what though."