uprightness: (pic#10255306)
sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs ✮ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ ([personal profile] uprightness) wrote2016-05-12 07:49 pm

ɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ




STEVE ROGERS;

video | text | voice | action
mucked: (☂ fighting the jury in my head)

action;

[personal profile] mucked 2016-05-16 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Don't remind me, [ she scolds him gently -- delight lurking somewhere between her syllables, even as she sighs out her dismay and lays her head against his chest. perfectly content, for once, to relinquish control of the situation into someone else's sturdy hands. it's a trust she so rarely feels. ] Or I'll be tempted to argue the case, and try and convince you we're truly all alone.
mucked: (☂ away from the streets and signs)

action;

[personal profile] mucked 2016-05-17 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ trumpets sound, muted and sweet, in the back of her mind. a big, brassy band in the distance of her memories. and the last time she danced (truly) had been with doctor wilkes the night he decided to break ranks from isodyne and join her side of the fight. and then he, too, got touched by disaster and torn away. in those moments, first watching the explosion and then later watching him melt away from this dimension, she'd fallen upon her grief like an old memory. funny, really, how the act of losing someone special to her feels more like a lover to her than any man since.

her eyes are open as she lays her cheek upon his shoulder. she can almost see his pulse in his neck and can certainly hear the beat reverberating around his chest, sweet and quickened and barely out of step with her own. ]


Alas, I'll be the responsible one. [ but she does slow her feet and rise onto the balls of her shoes so she can kiss him on his cheek. it's the only decent way to end a dance with no music and nowhere else to progress. not so long as they are watched. ]