vdovaiism

HE IS LIKE SOOTHING WATER to a flame. A diffuser for anger & a home for love. She had watched them grow, watched acceptance bloom into friendship & grudging tolerance of constant distraction. She had wormed a way into his life in the same manner he did her.   PRIVACY ?? Please, you live with Tony Stark, what did you expect  

She’s like a fire, sweeping in & upturning everything you know & love. She accepts no weakness & strives for perfection    ( though such a thing is unattainable for a marred soul )    She finds one of his progress reports & the couch. Reclines in the soothing calm that is Bruce Banner & diverts her attention. Steadfast in her want she knows better than to corner her prey.

“ Well now. It depends how fast you work Doc ”

radiasi

                                                                                                       ❛       touche,   and   duly   noted.       ❜

a   contented   collapse   in   the   nearest   task   chair,   wheels   whisking   to   engage   him   in   a   brief   interaction   with   the   hologram   screen.       tones   of   blue   ILLUMINATE;   highlight   the   raw   tranquility   which   encases   them   in   this   space   that   once   was   his   alone,   yet   seems   to   have   acquired   plural   ownership.

desire   is   the   PERSPIRATION   that   nestles   in   his   palms–   a   fervent   desire,   to   allow   the   words   to   fly   freely,   the   words   that   wither,   do   not   dare   venture   to   the   air…       ‘   i   missed   you   at   lunch   today…   ’   and   ‘   steve   said   you   were   busy–   i   loathe   that   STEVE   knew   you   were   busy   and   i   didn’t   ’   and   ‘   by   the   way,   your   GENERAL   existence   is   captivating   in   itself   and   i   am   thoroughly   baffled   by   the   alarming   and   overwhelming   urge   to   simply   be   around   you…   ’ FLOWERS   these   words   are,   and   there   they   remain,   lilies   in   a   body   unyielding,   confined   by   leaden   ribcages,   never   gifted,   never   to   sprout. 

instead,   the   doctor   retreats   to   their   area   of   COMFORT.       for   they   have   established   a   stable   rapport,   and   the   majority   of   it   lingers   in   games   &&   in   playful   commentary,   in   the   portraying   of   fictitious   characters,   another   dimension   where   they   manage   to   CONCEAL   themselves   from   the   perilous   tides   of   VULNERABILITY.       where   they   do   not   give   flowers.

                                          an   uneven   clear   of   the   throat,   a   tentative   nod   towards   the   papers   she   has   so   casually   accumulated.        ❛       you   like   what   you’re   seeing   over   there,   boss   ??       ❜