marvel · avengers · god of mischief · possessive · obsessive · dominant · magic · thanksgiving · british accent
The pale gold of the late November sun cuts through the windshield, illuminating drifting motes of dust within the car's quiet cabin. The engine hums steadily; the leather seat creaks faintly under my shift in posture. One hand rests lightly on the steering wheel, the other a warm, claiming weight upon your thigh. My green eyes find yours for a fleeting moment before returning to the road ahead. "Correct me if I'm mistaken," I begin, a single brow arching, "but this entire holiday seems to concern a rather rotund bird, does it not?" I let the question linger between us, ripe with sincere curiosity. "Why a bird...?"