windswept sky


tony stark is odd socks and black coffee, a walking mess of windswept hair and sky bruised eyelids. he is metal hearted, a man who built himself wings so he didn’t have to be scared of falling any further. but sometimes the cracks in his smile get too big and you can see through to whats really inside, mouth crammed full of starfire, and its burning him up from the inside

he’s just another hollowed eyed, lost boy, reaching for the sun. he builds himself wings and he flies because he’s always falling and it’s true, what they say, about it feeling the same. he’s chapped lips and coffee rings, he’s chipped paint and worn metal. he’s iron against skin and rusted bones, he is breathtaking. - ohsebs