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A Boy and His God

Jun 10, 2012 00:06

Who: Thor Odinson and Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton
Where: In the City.
When: Daylight hours- never mind precisely when...
What: The unfortunate Hawkeye learns to mind his tongue.

( How much is that doggie in the window? )

a boy and his god, unapologetic crack, status: incomplete, this is revenge for something isn't it

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agenthawk June 10 2012, 05:49:39 UTC

The roof was a pretty common place to find Clint after he'd moved in. As his name suggested, he gravitated to high places where he could watch over everything and yet still be apart from it on some level. That day he'd decided to go up there to clean his arrows and generally get things organized in his quiver, but he might as well have a nice view while doing a bit of a mundane chore. Riding the elevator up he reached the top and opened the door, only to stop short at the sight of one Asguardian warrior seated there, looking uncharacteristically quiet and sad somehow ( ... )

fourteennames June 10 2012, 06:43:00 UTC

"Master Archer." Thor's smile, though genuine, was of equally awkward merit in that it did not quite belong with the heavy crease of his brow. "I fear thou hath found me in your favored place of respite. My sincerest apologies."

Slow and deliberate, he motioned Clint forward by thumping a palm against the ledge on which he was stationed. "Come, friend, if you mind not. I have need of a companion. Silent or otherwise, it is no matter."

agenthawk June 10 2012, 07:02:07 UTC

Giving a small shrug as if to say, 'alright, whatever', Clint followed the motion but sat a few feet to the right of Thor swinging his quiver off his shoulder in a fluid motion to the side and picking out a arrow to work with as his legs hung over the side of the building, unworried about the height or the potential fall that could occur if he was not careful.

Thor did say silent company was just fine, and Clint had no problem with silence.

fourteennames June 10 2012, 18:00:45 UTC

It seemed after a length of time Thor was becoming less and less inclined to it. There was a twitch Clint read in him, that sort of subconsciously presented motion which meant a person was too restless for prolonged solitude. And, before he could dismiss himself on the suspicion, the man had at last spoken.

"I have wondered," His voice rumbled low like rolling thunder far on the horizon, "To what measure is a 'home', Archer."

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