#edhelernil

THAT GRIN IS ANYTHING   but innocent,  oozing a carefully cultivated sense of pride  &  ego that certainly makes the she - villain a practiced narcissist.   yet even so,  she flourishes under the attention that much more,   hand resting on the curve of her hip while offering a coy shrug of a single shoulder.        ❛                   i know.    and wouldn’t you believe it looks even better when it’s off  ?       ′

                                                he keeps moving.

              he paces. everywhere. all over. enough to make an indent on               his nice, plush carpet. JARVIS keeps commenting on his heart               rate. how it’s higher than usual &&, quote, “ is very akin to that               of a vibrating bongo drum, sir. if i may comment. “ to which               tony simply replied with a withering glare into thin space && a               very sassy ai.

                                   tony stark is suffering from nerves. 

              it’s more common than one would think from the cocky, arrogant               bastard. but it HAPPENS. in subtle forms. the way his fingers               keep twitching && he has to touch everything in the room. a pillow               who’s position on the couch was morally offensive to everything               tony stood for. a lampshade that dared to be too inches left when               it should be tilted three inches to the right. a table that was,               honestly, quite hideous so tony told JARVIS to call someone to burn               it with fire when he got the chance.

              he stops pacing to look at himself in the mirror. a crisp black suit.               a bow tie, of the same color. silver cufflinks that adorned his sleeves.               he was dressed to kill. dressed to IMPRESS. hoped to impress a               certain elf with ridiculously long hair && soul churning eyes that made               tony involuntarily forget how to breathe like a normal human being.

              he asks JARVIS, not for the first time, if everything’s set. JARVIS               replies that yes, everything is ready to go. the lights are off, replaced               with tiny, lantern orbs for an almost ethereal glow. soft, orchestral               music filters through the background. the sounds of lullaby strings               && the playing of ivory keys contrasting sharply to the erratic beating               of tony’s heart. for all the comments on his playboy status, tony               stark was utterly TERRIFIED that this would go all wrong. 

                                       ‘ breathe, stark. BREATHE. ‘

              && then he’s here. legolas. standing at the doorway, mouth agape               && it takes every command in his brain to shut down his nerves &&               instincts to RUN. to scrap everything as one big joke. but no, legolas               deserved SO MUCH MORE than tony stark’s cowardly defense against               affection.

                                  “ uh, hey. looking uh, good. looking really                                   good. oh, this ?? the lights ?? yeah, thought                                   we could change things up a bit --------- not                                   like what we have is boring but like, okay. i’m                                   just. “

               he crosses the space between them, standing so he’s almost nose                to nose with legolas. he swallows past the fear, the doubt that                holds him to the throat, the nerves that pop one by one.

                                                “ i promised you a dance. consider                                                 this my follow up. “

               his hand come to fall on hips, another coming to clasp his fingers                && he starts to lead legolas in a dance. pressing their bodies, closer.                clasping onto legolas as if breaking this tiny connection they had                would make the world fall off its axis. his chin rests upon the other’s                shoulder && he starts to hum along with the music, until finally his                lips part && a beautiful tenor escapes, singing hushed words in his                mother language.