[The light bleaches all detail out of view, and the details of the Real start to seep back into Skye's consciousness. The lines of her shirt creasing up into her back, distant footfalls reverberating across the corrugated metal of the walkway outside, the shadows cast by her own eyelashes drawn taut from a semblence of sleep.
Tony Stark is a dissipating ghost wrought in digital light, even as he starts to smudge pink into her periphery. He says,] You sound like a friend of mine. Maybe a little less schizophrenic.
thx u for the threaddd <333
Tony Stark is a dissipating ghost wrought in digital light, even as he starts to smudge pink into her periphery. He says,] You sound like a friend of mine. Maybe a little less schizophrenic.
I'll tune in next episode to find out more.