[re: skipping merrily through meme-like medows]

[todestrieb]

I know that you and I have only been acquainted vicariously until recently, but I am sure we shall come to know each other better in time, don't you think? ♥

I mean, I should admit that I am indebted to you for giving me such a beautiful sample to play with as a welcoming gift. It was so very thoughtful of you.

... Hm? Hostility in your headspace? Oh, don't worry about such things; my focus is elsewhere for the moment, so he needn't worry. Let him have his continued delusions of privacy, for now.

Now. If you don't mind, I have work to do~ ♪

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[warbonds]

I'm pretty sure that the world would benefit from less of your kind of work.

I don't think you're going to find me such an enjoyable "gift" by the end.

[todestrieb]

It's my kind of work that keeps the world spinning, Captain. Someone in your position surely can't afford to be so very naive of that fact.

Oh? Then I shall look forward to a magnificent display by the finale!

[warbonds]

I'm afraid I don't see it that way, ma'am. I get the feeling that you'd prefer people dying in the world to them living in it, and I don't intend on leaving you in a state to make that happen.

[todestrieb]

Oh! Oh, no, that's not true at all, Captain Rogers. I want to see life as much as anyone. I just want to see the right kind of life prosper. Do you not look around you and see so much failed potential? So many opportunities being overlooked in favour of cultivating something so disappointing when everything could be so, so much more.

Have you mowed a lawn, Captain? Or helped trim an unruly rosebush to make the garden more beautiful? My vision is nothing more than that.

[warbonds]

I'm familiar with your kind of "vision." You're not the first person with a God-complex I've heard, and you're no more sane than the rest of them either.

People aren't flowers for you to sow and pluck. They aren't meant to grow in tidy, even rows.

[todestrieb]

Well then, why don't you come sit down and tell me about your vision of what people are; describe your garden to me.

Do you think that they are daisies dusted across wide open fields, or like Hedera that climb and dig themselves into everything in their path? Or is it something else entirely?

Do share.