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Brendan feels the fires of anger in his heart cooling under this flow of words. One of the old pages in the Book of Iona says that mercy is the greatest of all god's gifts, so he swallows and offers a hand. The Viking looks up at him with startled eyes, and then grasps it. He stumbles as he tries to get up, his metal leg unable to bear weight without buckling. Brendan catches him. “I am Brother Brendan,” he says, giving trust without having first received it, trying to be merciful. “Of course you can come into my cell.”
Inside, old Aiden sits at his desk, his careful gnarled hands mixing inks. When the two boys stumble in together, Pangur circling their legs, he looks up and smiles. “Found a stray?” he asks.
Arram shuddered in his arms, a full-body convulsion that traveled up and down the considerable length of him in repeating waves. It was a flinch magnified into a cascade of bootless attempts at distance. He clutched Arram closer, clasping him hard enough to bruise. “Don't fight it. You'll feel much better once you stop. You know you love us more than that, dear, you know you do. You wouldn't refuse us such a little thing.”
Lifting him bodily, Steve slams him up against the wall. They're in Tony's workshop, so the wall is made of concrete. It can't be a comfortable experience.
Tony moans, closes his eyes, and swallows hard. Steve is so shocked that he almost drops him. That was not the response he expected. He doesn't know what to do, so he does nothing.
After a minute Tony opens his eyes again. He looks up at Steve through his ridiculously long eyelashes – and when exactly did Steve start noticing the length of Tony's lashes? - and flushes. “Ah,” he says. “Sorry about that.”
Brendan feels the fires of anger in his heart cooling under this flow of words. One of the old pages in the Book of Iona says that mercy is the greatest of all god's gifts, so he swallows and offers a hand. The Viking looks up at him with startled eyes, and then grasps it. He stumbles as he tries to get up, his metal leg unable to bear weight without buckling. Brendan catches him. “I am Brother Brendan,” he says, giving trust without having first received it, trying to be merciful. “Of course you can come into my cell.”
Inside, old Aiden sits at his desk, his careful gnarled hands mixing inks. When the two boys stumble in together, Pangur circling their legs, he looks up and smiles. “Found a stray?” he asks.
Arram shuddered in his arms, a full-body convulsion that traveled up and down the considerable length of him in repeating waves. It was a flinch magnified into a cascade of bootless attempts at distance. He clutched Arram closer, clasping him hard enough to bruise. “Don't fight it. You'll feel much better once you stop. You know you love us more than that, dear, you know you do. You wouldn't refuse us such a little thing.”
Lifting him bodily, Steve slams him up against the wall. They're in Tony's workshop, so the wall is made of concrete. It can't be a comfortable experience.
Tony moans, closes his eyes, and swallows hard. Steve is so shocked that he almost drops him. That was not the response he expected. He doesn't know what to do, so he does nothing.
After a minute Tony opens his eyes again. He looks up at Steve through his ridiculously long eyelashes – and when exactly did Steve start noticing the length of Tony's lashes? - and flushes. “Ah,” he says. “Sorry about that.”
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Date: 2012-01-31 01:58 am (UTC)...and then I went back and read the others. I only know half the canon on the first, but now I am CURIOUS.
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