free for all
And now we're back for the regularly-scheduled free for all!
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed ( Read more... )
As ever, the rules are:
*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed ( Read more... )
“They’re Bree’s words. We went with Steve and Astrid when they went out to get art supplies and Bree nearly flipped out over the paint.”
Natasha eyed the seemingly bland canvases, seeming statements of modern art. “The white paint,” she said slowly.
“The really not white paint.”
Natasha sat down next to Clint, Alexi climbing up to drape himself over her shoulder. “Your colors,” she said. He’d mentioned them once or twice over the years, mostly in passing.
“Bree sees a lot more than me,” he demurred.
“And you see a lot more than me,” Natasha said, cocking her head in a show of curiosity. Clint’s heart beat just a little faster.
“Do you want to see them?” he asked.
She raised an eyebrow. “How?”
Clint looked over at Bree, and she covered her eyes with her claws. “Close your eyes. We’ll show you.”
Natasha complied, slightly wary, but that was more reflexive than anything at this point. Clint reached over for a jacket of thick, soft fleece, and drew it across her hand. “Maroot.” He set aside the jacket and drew one of his knives, letting Alexi see he was bringing it down very slowly against Natasha’s skin, pressing the edge in without cutting. “Chon.” He put the knife away and ran his fingernail across her skin. “Pale chon.”
She nodded in understanding, her skin pebbling slightly.
“That, what you just did there? That’s suvi.” Clint pressed his thumb into her palm, hard. “Kas.” He leaned forward, very aware of Alexi’s eyes on him, and kissed her palm with the lightest of pressure and a hint of moisture. “Pral.” He paused, and she finally spoke.
“And the others?”
Clint’s voice went more quiet. “I can’t show you thalan, mysocry, or unthal with clothes on.”
A smiled creased her lips. “Apparently I need to get my next evening dress in those colors.”
“Oh my!” Bree said, eyes twitching.
Alexi looked at Bree as Natasha opened her eyes, then padded over to Bree’s stool and stared straight at her. Bree scuttled forward, within punching range, and Natasha looked up at Clint. She twined her hand with his as Bree climbed on Alexi’s back and settled down.
“Maroot,” Bree said with satisfaction. Natasha smoothed her own fingers through Clint’s hair as he tangled his own fingers into her fiery locks.
“Very maroot,” Nashata said, their smiles finally meeting in a kiss.
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