I've developed somewhat of a fondness for Oktoberfest.

Points to anyone who can tell me why. And no, it's not because of the beer.

Wow. Really? And this is something you couldn't tell me when you were still alive? I've spent thirty five years thinking you didn't give a damn, that I was just some accident you felt compelled to take care of for mom's sake because you didn't want your precious name ruined. Oh, but when you found out that I actually inherited your brain, that made it okay. Right, Dad?

( ....... )


 

Part one

It was one of those nights where one would think and feel like they were sleeping, but be acutely aware of anything and everything that was going on around them. Movements, though slightly louder in any quiet room, seemed to amplify like mallets against massive drums, and smells would heighten because it was almost as if they were right under ones nose.

His stomach churned and rolled, making a loud noise in protest over the abuse it took the night before. Though he knew it was probably impossible, he still felt as though he could be sick again at any moment. Despite feeling he couldn't move, human reaction forced his head to the side and pushed him to hover his face over the edge of the couch. Tony heaved, choked and spit into the pail which Rhodey placed there for him hours before.

"Here." Rhodey spoke, putting a glass of water into Tony's hands for him. "Drink it."

( "We lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves." -- Eric Hoffer )

I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else // I made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself // Lonely was the song I sang, 'til the day you came // Showing me another way and all that my love can bring

About three days before my parents died, I remember hearing a pretty intense fight between them. I don't know what it was about, but after it was all over, he came upstairs and sat down on the edge of my bed. He looked at me with intense seriousness and told me something I pretty much decided already.

( later on, you will hate that I never gave you more than half of my heart )

X-posted to the_muses_stage 
Note: Claire is its_notluck 

"No." he stood firm on the word. "Haven't we been through this before? Actually, I'm pretty sure we have. A few times."

He was postured like a defiant child. Arms folded across his chest tightly, Tony tilted his head away from the woman in front of him. There was nothing she could say further that would change his mind on the issue.

Tony Stark was not going to work.

( ........ )

Muse: Tony Stark
Fandom: Iron Man (Movie)
WC: 313