Saving Grace → Stark

“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

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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]