On recent happenings and new icons.

[latrodectus]

No, you don't get praise for using up the icon spaces without resorting to Greg Land. They don't hand out medals for failing to commit war crimes.

And no, the extra icons aren't recompense for what you just put me through.

Comments

[a_survivor]

... what happened? *Natalia put through something bad? No, not happy Bucky.*

[latrodectus]

It's nothing, James.

[a_survivor]

*people surprised by that answer: exactly none.*

Right.

*still... takes her hand in his right one, rubbing the back of her knuckles with his thumb* Nothing it will be.

[latrodectus]

Thank you.

[She might talk about it later, but she needs her denial stage.]

[a_survivor]

*and it's not like she hasn't shielded him from what's going on in the past. Either way, he'll not pry.*

Late night snack?

[latrodectus]

Is that what you're offering?

[a_survivor]

For a start.

[latrodectus]

I guess I could do with some coffee.

[a_survivor]

Coffee it is.

*slightly squeezes her hand before letting go to get on that. Next up, distraction*

In more amusing things, she is considering putting me somewhere where I'll end up being a knight. With sword and a horse and all of that.

[latrodectus]

How dreadfully un-American.

[a_survivor]

... mmm. Even more amusingly on that note, both Steve and Stark are there already.

[latrodectus]

You'd think they'd be busy.

[a_survivor]

... when has that ever stopped them? Or anyone.

[latrodectus]

It stops a lot of people. [Or, a lot of people let it stop them.] We all get sixty minutes to an hour, and that's that.

[a_survivor]

*quiet for a moment, as he brings her the coffee, setting beside her*

Plenty a' time, for those who pay attention. Though some people definitely use them differently from others.

[latrodectus]

I'm not sure you get to talk about that.

[What with the hibernating through decades, and all. She sips the coffee, quietly.]

[a_survivor]

That part wasn't my idea. *lips twitch, though, he wasn't making an excuse.*

What would you have me talk about, instead?

[latrodectus]

I know that. [Don't go into mopey mode, Bucky!!]

What do you want to talk about? I hope I don't decide everything for you.

[a_survivor]

*no, ma'am! He was being ironic, not mopey. Promise!*

Heh. Not that I would be led astray if you did decide things for me, but that'd be a bad way to go.

I was just asking if you have preferences which will take your mind off of things, that's all.

[latrodectus]

I'm sure you can come up with something.

[a_survivor]

*liptwitch* Your belief in my abilities is very much appreciated.

Let's try this, unless you want to discuss something different. What kind of music did you end up liking, after all this time?

[latrodectus]

Did I "end up" liking? [raising an eyebrow] I'm far from finished, you know.

I always liked Stravinsky— the dissonances, the brutal rhythms.

[a_survivor]

*oops* ... sloppy phrasing on my part. I mean that you've seen it change a lot, is all. I'd very much hope that you aren't finished, or anywhere near.

Ah. Yeah. *eyes narrow, trying to remember specific pieces. Shh, high school dropout who's spent way too much time in stasis. Not enough time for proper musical education.

But he knows that it was music of the ballet. Still is.*

The music that doesn't end when you switch it off or walk out of the performance hall. Which stays with you.

[latrodectus]

[She was just teasing him.]

It's the way it seems at odds with itself— two rhythms, driving against each other. Two notes, that sound like they don't match. But they do.

[a_survivor]

*He's such an easy and fun target for that, isn't he?

He quiets, thinking over that. And eventually, smiles a slight, a little wry smile* That seems all sorts of relevant to our lives, both of us, doesn't it.

[latrodectus]

I don't know what you're talking about, James.

[a_survivor]

*ducks his head down to hide that grin* Of course not. We're clear notes into the cloudless sky. Like... Grieg's Morning.

[latrodectus]

I think I sound very definite.

[a_survivor]

And breathtakingly unique, affirmative.