sixthiterationtexts | UN : The Mechanic

[ Bull's other hand goes to his waist, more on pure instinct than anything else. He isn't going to let Tony fall. He's happy he read Tony the right way, not that it would have been a dealbreaker if Tony wasn't into this but rather that it would have been uncomfortable.

He lets his fingers stroke Tony's chin, playing though the little beard. ]

I should be able to help with that. You just tell me when you need me.

I take it you like this? You interested in keeping this going until your doctor says you're alright or do you rather want to keep it professional?

[ It's been awhile since Tony's felt delicate, since he's had anyone look at him with real interest (being with one of the most powerful women in the world kind of cuts down on appreciative leering) let alone had any kind of inclination for the harder sex. But with the idea that Pepper might not exist anymore back home and a fairly good memory for how well his mind can wind down to a crawl after a good round with someone that knows what they're doing-

And every sign that Bull knows exactly what he's doing?

Tony finds himself leaning in, a little. ]

Normally I'm all about compartmentalization. Work in the workplace, play anywhere else- [ He's about to reach up and rest a hand on Bull's arm but- right. Soot. Charcoal. Bit of a mess. ]

I can work with that.

[ Bull strokes his back gently, a soft touch as a reward for being honest with him. And for leaning in. His other hand sneaks up into Tony's hair, gripping lightly. It is light enough that he can twist away, but still enough to be felt. ]

In here, we work together, you're the boss and all that. Outside, I'm in charge. Unless you want this to be something we keep strictly to the bedroom? No touches or anything to make anyone suspect? It's your call.

[ He takes a breath. Thinking and then he releases Tony's hair. This he needs an answer to as equals. ]

I don't do relationships or exclusivity. We'd be friends with great benefits but nothing romantic. Is that going to be a problem?

[ Knows exactly what he's doing and is very, very good at what he does. This could be trouble. Or at the very least a potentially complicated distraction if he decides to complicate shit but-

It could be as simple and straightforward as two consenting adults. Not the best way to cope but a fair sight better than drinking a crate of scotch and getting A) Nothing done and B) miserable and maudlin. Of his available options? This is the least of all possible evils.

Tony shivers, a little, tipping his head back into Bull's hand, eyes dropping closed. ]

I'm not exactly a public figure here and not in the habit of keeping people as dirty little secrets. If you want discretion, I'm alright with it. Otherwise? Don't really care. [ He blinks himself back into the moment and- huh. That is both remarkably pragmatic and straightforward. Terribly appealing. ]

Honestly? I'm in no place to even entertain a relationship or throw stones about people getting their fun around town. So non-exclusive friends with benefits? Works fine me.

I am not going to be a 'little' secret. [ Bull chuckles. ] Until you get cleared, think about what you like and let me know alright? I wouldn't mind pushing your limits, but everyone has a few hard limits that should be respected. I'd like to know what they are.

[ Then he leans down to kiss Tony firmly. He decides to keep it soft, nothing too forward, but still very much in charge. When he pulls back he holds the other steady for a second longer before he releases him. ]

Alright. So work. You needed measurements?

[ Tony had said he'd wanted this place for work after all ]

[ He's got a list- not one he's about to bring up right now, not one he can really think about when Bull's leaning down and it's one thing to flirt and lean and loom and touch, another to drift right into the power move that is kissing with enough force to cement that yeah- Bull's in charge in this particular category. Tony's hand comes up to catch Bull's shoulder to steady himself, soot forgotten as he breathes. ]

Um. [ Right. Measurements. ] Hands, height, preferred torque, grip strength, etc.

[ Once he is sure Tony isn't going to fall over, Bull takes a step back to give him space. ]

I'll admit I prefer right handed if it is a one arm weapon. Don't let the guys who trained me hear it though.

We can also work on your tools first

Knowing what I'll be forging will let me know what tools I need. You said great ax, right? Single head, double head- you want a spike on the bottom-

[ He shakes himself a little, trying to get back into the work mindset. Job, he has one, focus on it. ]

Double head is my preferred, and no spike so it can be used to chop wood too if that is needed. I was trained to be proficient with a wide array of weapons so make what you can. And I'll make it work

You don't know me so I'll try not to be offended by the implication that I'll let you walk out with something less than extraordinary. [ Rude, Bull. Tony snags a tape measure and starts by laying it across Bull's palm, jotting down the numbers in his journal. ]

This isn't a 'I'll make it work' situation. This is a 'I'm getting something custom made by a Stark' situation. Double headed, no spike, how much weight can you swing?

My world doesn't have Starks. [ Bull says with a bit of a smirk. ] Clearly we are missing out.

The axes I've used in the past has been about 20 to 25 pounds. I can swing much heavier but it doesn't help if I run out of steam after half an hour.

[ He takes a bit of charcoal and sketches out the basic outline of the axes he has worked with in the past. ]

The one I had back in Skyhold looked like this. Long enough handle that I can use both hands.

Not going to lie, that's a little- [ He squints, measuring Bull's arm from wrist to elbow, elbow to shoulder. ] basic.

[ Beginner level bullshit. They can do better. ]

What's your form like, other than two handed, how do you prefer to move, tell me everything.

Basic doesn't hurt when it works. Qunari aren't known for opulence.

How about I show you?

[ He grabs a stick that has just about the right thickness as a handle and moves to step outside the smithy. Out there he does some shadow-fighting, running through a few different ways of moving so Tony can get a good idea of how he moves in a fight. ]

What are you known for?

[ From a completely different world, here, and it's more than a little fascinating how disparate the shards of reality that the observers have dipped into for their amusement or experiment. Doesn't matter.

Tony drags his journal over, sketching out notes, fluid diagrams and gestures of motion, now and then he calls out- ]

Do that swing again? I need to see your shoulders.

Most people are terrified of us. Most non-qunari only ever meet mercenaries or soldiers. We're a nation based around one goal and we see ourselves as a machine which each person a part of the machine.

[ He does the moves as requested, grinning once he gets into the swing of things. It feels good to move like this again. If only he has someone to spar against. ]

Giant horned communists. [ Huh. Not the strangest-

No it might be one of the stranger things he's heard about. ]

What's that one goal? Enlightenment? Equality? Conquest?

[ Another swing, another sketch- doing the math visually and timing shit without FRIDAY to back him up is a little vexing but- he's got this. ]

Communists?

Asit tal-eb. There is an order to the world and have everyone following that order. Order and balance is the goal.

[ Tony's hand slows to a stop at that one word, earlier good humor dropping away in an instant.

Balance. ]

Right. [ The next few notes he sketches out are curt, quick. ] Conquest and conversion. That's not something that ends well.

A lot of people feel that way. Not among qunari because we're not allowed to feel that way. It would be against the Qun. And if you go against the Qun you become Tal-Vashoth, a traitor and get hunted.

A lot of blood's been shed over it. On all sides.

[ Bull notices that change, stopping and turning to watch Tony. Had that been what it took to make this fall apart? ]

...Part of me wants to ask where you stand on that, but in the interest of not fucking up our arrangement? I don't want to know.

[ He rolls out his shoulders, tries to shake that tension out of his spine.

I hope they remember you.

That's going to linger in his bad dreams for awhile. ]

What was that backspin you did earlier? [ He looks back over, smile strained but present. Work, work's safe, right? Better to stick to that. ] Need to make sure I can have the balance right so you're able to follow through easily.

You think you'll be able to trust me without knowing?

[ Bull doubts it. His voice is quiet. ]

I am Tal-Vashoth, I disobeyed an order and chose the lives of my non-Qunari men over Qunari soldiers and an alliance that would have benefitted the Qunari.

[ He shows Tony again, slower this time and more controlled. ]

This one?

No offence, Big guy, but I didn't exactly trust you before either. It's nothing personal.

[ And yet willing to slip into a simply navigable arrangement none the less. ]

It's not something I hand out easily. Whoever you were, whatever you did- not worse than what's got me...contemplative. It made me think of the guy that stabbed me, that's all. [ Trying to give him an easy out and Bull...explains anyway. Tony takes a moment to absorb what he's shared- the hunting, the choosing to protect his men over-

Huh. ]

Yeah, that one. [ Some playful fluidity returns to his handwriting and sketches, tension in his shoulders winding down. ] And the overhead swing?

[ Bull does that whole motion again too, nice and slow as well. Then he looks over at Tony, happy to see that the other seems in a better mood. ]

I take it that person isn't here? Or are they?

God, no. Then this really would be hell instead of maybe hell.

[ As it is, Barnes is here but not terrible, Rogers is and he's...Rogers. Peter's here so maybe it isn't, Peggy's here and she doesn't deserve half the shit she's dealing with-

Barton's here but they're alright, he thinks?

Nat's. Not someone he's about to trust again half so easy, shouldn't have in the first place, lesson learned. ]

A lot of people from back home where It's Complicated would be the most accurate relationship status applied are here, but not that fucker.

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That sounds familiar. Not that I have anyone here that I know from back home but I got plenty of complicated relationships.

And good. Or rather too bad. I would have liked to have a chat with him when you're done with that axe.

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