Claire Bennet ∞ Heroes
I lost everything
I fell out of a daydream
At the door of a long-lost friend
And I cried aloud
Without an inch of pride
If I don’t wake up dead
I knew I had reached the end
An old and lonely man
Saw me sittin' on the curb
He reached out and took my hand
He said, "I know your song
And I know your name
And there was a time that I felt the same
But it's a low, low road you gotta go down
Before you find your way, my friend
And it's a high, high hill you gotta climb up
Before you get to the top again
Low Road - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
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you’re a hard soul to save with an ocean in the way, but I’ll get around it.
I’m modest when I want to be, [Tony Stark was arrogant and he certainly had an ego but a small section of it was just a front to protect and defend himself. He was modest when he wanted to be around the people he wanted to be but the rest of the time, he wasn’t and refused to be. He wasn’t quite as selfish as many people believed him to be.] Trust me, the ego’s there but I can be a half decent human when I want to be..at times. [Or at least he tried to believe that.]
[He smiled anyway] Thanks. [He listened to her, for once actually interested to hear about a persons back story. That was rare, usually unless there was something in it for him like personal information he could he didn’t care but he found himself listening.] Almost joined a carnival? [Tony’s eyebrow lifted and a soft smirk found it’s way to the corner of his mouth.] Certainly different, probably could have been pretty fun. Why’d you come to New York?
Modesty all the time gets boring, I think. And what’s the point of being good at anything if you’re not allowed to tell people about it? [She grinned, finishing the rest of her drink and holding the empty glass in her lap.] From what I’ve seen, I’d say you are. A decent person wouldn’t do some of the stuff you’ve done. We all have our faults but I think the good we do cancels it out.
[Sometimes she was too eager to see the good in people, but in this case she didn’t see it as much of a bad thing. Tony was a good guy, there was no way around it.] Yeah… that was kind of a crazy time. I was feeling kind of confused and alone and I thought they understood me, that they were, um, like me. [Claire tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, choosing her words carefully.] Outcasts, you know? But I realized what a mistake it would have been and chose a different path.
New York seemed as good a place to settle down as any, and my family was starting to get on my case about being on the road by myself. Guess young twenty-somethings aren’t supposed to live in their vans and drive wherever the wind takes them. Who’d have thunk?
3000-something words of fic written this evening. Yeah, wow. I’d already had future!Claire stuff on the brain and then Star Trek inspired me.
What’s up, people?