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clint "actual trainwreck" barton ([personal profile] cognitived) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-10-13 07:56 pm (UTC)

slinks over here

[ Festivals are not entirely strange to Clint -- he's spent more than a few days wading through crowds, drinking and joking and using them as cover for apparently nefarious deeds. Hell, half the time one of the Avengers -- Stark, it was pretty much always Stark -- had thrown a party, it wound up more like a festival in and of itself. There was that one time Thor coerced Stark to throw an honest to god bacchanal fest, with roast boars and overflowing ale and everything.

Sometimes, Clint was pretty sure his life wouldn't be out of place in a comic book. Funny how it works like that.

But for now, Clint's spending time wandering through the crowd, trading ribbons with easy humor. His hair's too short for them to be braided in, but more than a few hands have tied colorful strips around his biceps, his wrists. By now, he's had maybe more than a few drinks -- especially after helping Bellamy win a few rounds of space beer pong -- and there's an easy buzz beneath his skin. Enough that Clint's not entirely holding back the buzz of his thoughts, especially when it comes to the threads of broodmates. He spots the Darkling, winding through the streets, hands quick and sure, and Clint's brows raise.

There's a casual press of minds, the push-pull image like the call of the Darkling's name, even as Clint slides up. He offers a grin in greeting, something reckless growing behind the blue of his gaze. ]


Gonna have to tie a bell on you, man.

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