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usir2019-05-22 08:07 pm
moretooffer) wrote in usir2019-05-22 08:07 pm
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The Lone Wolf Dies
Character(s): Tony Stark, Jon Snow
Status: Closed
Location(s): The Roost, Didymos
Date(s) Mid/Late May sometime
About: Tony knows what's coming and makes a last ditch effort to ensure Scotch stays safe, looking to hit a reset button.
Warnings: Character Death
People had already started giving Tony his space when he walked down the streets, and it had nothing to do with the jackal often shadowing him. Black veins crawled up his neck and touched the edges of his jaws. They ran from his chest down his arms and had just started to creep their way into his hands. He was dying from the inside, and locking himself in his hotel room to put his head to the grindstone, barely stopping to eat or drink, had not brought him any closer to his solution. He knew he was just missing one tiny piece, that was the maddening part. He just needed that one A-Ha moment to save himself from a slow and painful death, but now the pain was too distracting and he could barely keep his thoughts straight, let alone continue to work.
Desperation led him to reach out to Jon. More than just a likely distant relative, Tony knew the man was honor-bound to a fault, and there was no one else alive Tony trusted nearly as much, sad as that may have been to say. He wasn't worried about himself. He had seen first hand that death, even after their resurrection, was not as insurmountable an enemy as it once seemed. His last real chance now was to hope that whatever kept bringing them back wanted him alive enough to give him more time and reverse the effects of the poison in his blood.
He arranged a meeting and then took his hippogriff Hayu, with Scotch tucked into his coat, off toward Didymos. He left Friday to guard the hotel room and his work. She had plenty of food and knew how to open the doors. She would be fine without him for a little while. He was the one who needed her more than she needed him.
When he neared the city he landed the hippogriff, clumsily sliding off of Hayu's back and giving his shoulder an awkward pat.
"You're on your own for a bit, you overgrown featherduster. Don't get yourself shot." His words are fond and rough, and he gives the beast a slight shove when he's done, encouraging him to go. "Go on, go find a tasty snack or harass some hawks."
After Hayu took back to the skies Tony leaned against a nearby tree in the clearing he had scoped out in an earlier fly by and messaged Jon again. Then he pulled his bottomless wine bottle out of his coat, telling the dragonet hiding there to stay put.
"I told you. Do as I say, not as I do, you drunkard." A soft mutterance. When Jon makes it to the meeting place, Tony is sitting on the grass. He looks completely at ease, despite the pain he's in, and even manages a smirk at the man approaching him while walking his hand up the tree to get back to his feet.
"There he is. Didn't bring any glasses with you, did you?" Tony lifts the wine bottle and rests his other hand on the bark of the tree for support. To the casual observer he looks drunk, which isn't anything new for the ecentric inventor.
Status: Closed
Location(s): The Roost, Didymos
Date(s) Mid/Late May sometime
About: Tony knows what's coming and makes a last ditch effort to ensure Scotch stays safe, looking to hit a reset button.
Warnings: Character Death
People had already started giving Tony his space when he walked down the streets, and it had nothing to do with the jackal often shadowing him. Black veins crawled up his neck and touched the edges of his jaws. They ran from his chest down his arms and had just started to creep their way into his hands. He was dying from the inside, and locking himself in his hotel room to put his head to the grindstone, barely stopping to eat or drink, had not brought him any closer to his solution. He knew he was just missing one tiny piece, that was the maddening part. He just needed that one A-Ha moment to save himself from a slow and painful death, but now the pain was too distracting and he could barely keep his thoughts straight, let alone continue to work.
Desperation led him to reach out to Jon. More than just a likely distant relative, Tony knew the man was honor-bound to a fault, and there was no one else alive Tony trusted nearly as much, sad as that may have been to say. He wasn't worried about himself. He had seen first hand that death, even after their resurrection, was not as insurmountable an enemy as it once seemed. His last real chance now was to hope that whatever kept bringing them back wanted him alive enough to give him more time and reverse the effects of the poison in his blood.
He arranged a meeting and then took his hippogriff Hayu, with Scotch tucked into his coat, off toward Didymos. He left Friday to guard the hotel room and his work. She had plenty of food and knew how to open the doors. She would be fine without him for a little while. He was the one who needed her more than she needed him.
When he neared the city he landed the hippogriff, clumsily sliding off of Hayu's back and giving his shoulder an awkward pat.
"You're on your own for a bit, you overgrown featherduster. Don't get yourself shot." His words are fond and rough, and he gives the beast a slight shove when he's done, encouraging him to go. "Go on, go find a tasty snack or harass some hawks."
After Hayu took back to the skies Tony leaned against a nearby tree in the clearing he had scoped out in an earlier fly by and messaged Jon again. Then he pulled his bottomless wine bottle out of his coat, telling the dragonet hiding there to stay put.
"I told you. Do as I say, not as I do, you drunkard." A soft mutterance. When Jon makes it to the meeting place, Tony is sitting on the grass. He looks completely at ease, despite the pain he's in, and even manages a smirk at the man approaching him while walking his hand up the tree to get back to his feet.
"There he is. Didn't bring any glasses with you, did you?" Tony lifts the wine bottle and rests his other hand on the bark of the tree for support. To the casual observer he looks drunk, which isn't anything new for the ecentric inventor.
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He’s still surprised by what greets him on arrival. It’s been a while since he’s seen Tony, since their return from the first trip to Einjar, and whatever his condition had been then, it had been nothing like this.
“Gods. You’re sick. I could have come to you.”
He offers his hand, if Tony wants help getting to his feet.
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"Careful with that. It's enchanted." Useful stuff, even if Tony had only used it for the fact that it was full again every morning.
"You look as drab as ever. You should really let me drag you along to the market for some clothes, sometimes." Give the man some lessons in style. Tony is only teasing though and he leans his shoulder into the tree, keeping Scotch pinned inside his jacket.
"There's someone I wanted to introduce you to." They're in the middle of nowhere. Scotch would be safe in the open out here. "But I need your word," The only man who Tony would trust on his word not to break it. Jon was an honorable man and as much as Tony was sure that was going to get the man killed someday it was a rare assurance in this world. "That you won't try to kill her."