silver dollar, golden flame / private

[COSMIIX]

STARK F.

MALE — SNOWBOUNDER — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #2E4053; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]He wouldn't know how to react or feel if his own family had been devoured by hungry flames but he was grateful that they weren't and they were living somewhere that they were all safe and basically fed on silver platters (quite literally too). As for kids, Stark had his own but he hadn't had the best experience with them especially since well, he never had a father in his own life so he basically tried winging it for a while before finding out that wasn't the best resolution. It was much too late and he was already hated by one of his kids, almost how he felt about his own father. It was ironic really. Since that had occurred he really hadn't been thinking of having anymore kids for a while especially since some of the people here, he would treat as his own kids or at least attempt to. All in all, he was one of those awkward parents that tried figuring out what was wrong with his own kid and well, he felt more at peace being able to have adopted kids and it was nice since that gave an orphaned child an opportunity of getting a father or mother. Sure, he would have loved to have biological kids once more but that was for when he had settled down and had gotten himself engaged or whatnot, which would take a while since commitment was something that still made him uncomfortable. Love was weird but engagement and marriage was a dream come true to anyone all but Stark who was afraid of messing any of it up even by the slightest.

"Natasha Romanoff. Such a lovely name." There was a pause before he said with a soft chuckle "Can I call ya Nat by any chance or is that off the table? I don't wanna call you something you don't want to be addressed as." He took a moment to think before he would add with a soft snort "Feel free to call me whatever just don't add mister, makes me feel older than what I already am." He couldn't help but meet her gaze, brown pools meeting with yellow pools. An unusual bright yellow. He liked it even if yellow might not be the most pleasant color to see in the snow but then again, he couldn't really speak for himself. He had coffee colored pools and well, tigers of his species usually had them blue. Stark was different to say the least especially with that mane that seemed to hug his throat and blanket his back.

#psychosocial.