In the soul of every person, there is something that tethers them to the Earth. An anchor, in one way to speak, it binds them to their humanity, to who they were and all they could ever be. There only has ever been a few sporadic occurances in which a human soul refuses to latch onto another and whilst these people may love with all their soul and have hearts of pure unadulterated gold, there will always remain that untamable darkness within their tainted selves that nothing can refute. A darkness, which's only purpose is to consume. Nora Fitzgerald is one of those cases, and unfortunately, the stories people like her never turn out particularly well. [ AU story — post age of ultron]

“To beguile the time, look like the time, bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue; look like th’ innocent flower, but be the serpent under’t.” — William Shakespeare, Macbeth ♙♙♙ The beginning of their journey, however doomed, was faltering. Their blissful moments together were like orchestral crescendos filling the crisp air which fell between them with a fondness that transcended all boundaries. Filling their chests with the ephemeral syllables of ‘forever’ and the foreign territory they explore unwittingly by simply by catching the other's gaze. Because they were in love and even if they did not choose to be, neither of them would ever wish to be rid of it. [young!tony stark fic; semi-au]