I. Bold Of Heart When David had arrived with Loki to investigate a swelling of magic, a little pseudo-Valentine's festival hadn't been what he'd thought would come of it. And yet here he was, at a fair, his companion having disappeared off who knows where, leaving David to try and investigate alone. For now he had litlte choice to continue on his own, trying to figure out just what was so magical about this event.
That didn't mean he hadn't missed lunch with Loki's sudden call to join him. What was the harm in a dessert or two to power him through the day he asked himself? David found hismelf walking away with two, and soon he was taking the bit of the first one.
This, he thought, was cooking that even his baking could outpace, and he found himself telling the vendor that before turning and walking away.
And there, in the crowds, another person. Someone that he had the overwhelming need to approach.
"Hey, wait up, I've got to tell you something!"
II. Setting A Spark The boldness he'd experienced earlier was something he didn't want to deal with again, so once he was free of the experience, he tossed the remains of his biscuit and instead started through the crowds to quietly touch strange locals to try and come to some understanding of what was going on here. Sure his Psychomimetric powers weren't as good for things like this that were more experiential and cultural than proper knowledge, but he wanted to believe there might be something under the surface.
Of course excessive use of power came with a need for more energy, and without thinking David took a bite of another one of the desserts he'd acquired. Firework Delight, they'd called it. Supposedly it would mean fireworks if he touched someone special who would make his life complete. That was such bullshit, so David didn't even think about it as he approached another person and reached out to touch their arm.
"Hey," he said before his hand touched someone's arm lightly, and then he didn't even know how to finish that sentence anymore because there were bursts of blue and gold sparks going off over his head.
What?
III. Romance Support A white rose pin now adorned the collar of David's yellow turtleneck, forced into his hands by a local. David, never one to cause tension with strangers that wasn't needed, had just taken the pin and put it on. Well, that had been about twenty minutes ago. And the change that had come over him at that point had been rather extreme. At least he found himself mostly dancing at the edges of other people's stories. Perhaps the universe knew that David was not a leading man.
Some romcoms, he didn't remember, were about always being the bridesmaid and not the bride, until you found your luck at the end.
"So what you're saying," he was currently occupied in saying to another whose story he had gotten caught up in, "is that you want to get noticed. Yeah, I get that. Let's see... Hold on, this might help."
A flower in full bloom, plucked from a nearby display.
"This can help. It really matches your eyes."
IV. His Heart Burns For You [Male or female recipents of attention welcomed]
Love. It's like oxygen. It lifts us up where we belong. It's all you need. It's every fucking trite cliche that the world has to throw out in the form of music. For David, it was something he didn't like tripping into easily. For him Love was meant to be a slow ember, growing slowly, being fanned until it was a nicely crackling and popping fire. To be consumed to the point of flash flames wasn't him. And yet here he was, dealing with a fire burning in his breast.
"I can't help but be caught up in you," he declared to one person, an intensity in his voice that was undeniable. "Your beauty overwhelms me, and I just... I can't go another moment without you knowing how I need you in my life."
David Alleyne | Marvel-616 | OTA
When David had arrived with Loki to investigate a swelling of magic, a little pseudo-Valentine's festival hadn't been what he'd thought would come of it. And yet here he was, at a fair, his companion having disappeared off who knows where, leaving David to try and investigate alone. For now he had litlte choice to continue on his own, trying to figure out just what was so magical about this event.
That didn't mean he hadn't missed lunch with Loki's sudden call to join him. What was the harm in a dessert or two to power him through the day he asked himself? David found hismelf walking away with two, and soon he was taking the bit of the first one.
This, he thought, was cooking that even his baking could outpace, and he found himself telling the vendor that before turning and walking away.
And there, in the crowds, another person. Someone that he had the overwhelming need to approach.
"Hey, wait up, I've got to tell you something!"
II. Setting A Spark
The boldness he'd experienced earlier was something he didn't want to deal with again, so once he was free of the experience, he tossed the remains of his biscuit and instead started through the crowds to quietly touch strange locals to try and come to some understanding of what was going on here. Sure his Psychomimetric powers weren't as good for things like this that were more experiential and cultural than proper knowledge, but he wanted to believe there might be something under the surface.
Of course excessive use of power came with a need for more energy, and without thinking David took a bite of another one of the desserts he'd acquired. Firework Delight, they'd called it. Supposedly it would mean fireworks if he touched someone special who would make his life complete. That was such bullshit, so David didn't even think about it as he approached another person and reached out to touch their arm.
"Hey," he said before his hand touched someone's arm lightly, and then he didn't even know how to finish that sentence anymore because there were bursts of blue and gold sparks going off over his head.
What?
III. Romance Support
A white rose pin now adorned the collar of David's yellow turtleneck, forced into his hands by a local. David, never one to cause tension with strangers that wasn't needed, had just taken the pin and put it on. Well, that had been about twenty minutes ago. And the change that had come over him at that point had been rather extreme. At least he found himself mostly dancing at the edges of other people's stories. Perhaps the universe knew that David was not a leading man.
Some romcoms, he didn't remember, were about always being the bridesmaid and not the bride, until you found your luck at the end.
"So what you're saying," he was currently occupied in saying to another whose story he had gotten caught up in, "is that you want to get noticed. Yeah, I get that. Let's see... Hold on, this might help."
A flower in full bloom, plucked from a nearby display.
"This can help. It really matches your eyes."
IV. His Heart Burns For You [Male or female recipents of attention welcomed]
Love. It's like oxygen. It lifts us up where we belong. It's all you need. It's every fucking trite cliche that the world has to throw out in the form of music. For David, it was something he didn't like tripping into easily. For him Love was meant to be a slow ember, growing slowly, being fanned until it was a nicely crackling and popping fire. To be consumed to the point of flash flames wasn't him. And yet here he was, dealing with a fire burning in his breast.
"I can't help but be caught up in you," he declared to one person, an intensity in his voice that was undeniable. "Your beauty overwhelms me, and I just... I can't go another moment without you knowing how I need you in my life."