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an ordinary girl from an ordinary town ([personal profile] weirderthanthou) wrote2024-06-21 12:40 pm

From Siberia to Fandom's Causeway, Sometime Friday

The last couple of days had been eventful.

But the moment they spotted an opening to leave, Jesse and Bucky took it. Jesse's first instinct had been to walk until they found the nearest Portalocity station, but somehow the universe - or the Oldest House - had intervened.

They walked, and the world slowly warped around them. The smell of pine trees permeated the air, hot coals and warm coffee. For a moment, it was as if the ocean itself lapped gently through the skein of the heavens around them, washing away the taste of rough and jagged Russia.

Then that, too, faded.

And suddenly there was asphalt under Jesse's feet, the school's spire towering not far from her view.

"Huh," she said quietly. "Thanks, Ahti."

[[ for him, and nfb ]]
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[personal profile] shapethecentury 2024-06-22 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky's nod was less cautious, but it was small.

"She helped."

There was no other word for it.
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[personal profile] shapethecentury 2024-06-22 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky's gaze fell to the next spoonful of soup.

"Glad you can trust your head."

He really meant that.

(He could not.)
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[personal profile] shapethecentury 2024-06-22 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The best, most reassuring thing Bucky could offer was a shrug.

He'd just leave it at that.
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[personal profile] shapethecentury 2024-06-22 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky nodded.

"Okay," he said again. Hesitated - or just went quiet for a second before speaking again. You decide. "Thank you."

It didn't cover it, but it'd do. For now.
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[personal profile] shapethecentury 2024-06-22 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky looked at the door for a long moment, after. And then he made himself finish the soup.

And wondered whether he would actually sleep.