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station722017-04-16 09:25 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in station722017-04-16 09:25 pm
you're not abandoned there's always someone waiting
CHARACTERS: Sam, Bucky, Misato, and Damon
WHERE: Waypoint Shril
WHEN: Day 32-ish, right after this
SUMMARY: Sam brings home a potentially murderous hobo, but it's fine, he'll fit right in.
WARNINGS: none right now, will update as needed
Right about now, Sam’s real damn grateful for just how extravagant the hotel suite is - because it means it’s quiet, private, and they’re not likely to be disturbed by anyone except the other people who occasionally reside here. But Misato’s at work, and Damon and Elena are… off wherever the hell they go when they’re not here. They’ve got the place to themselves.
Bucky’s stretched out on the couch, honestly looking like he’s seen better days. Not that that’s really all that different from how he usually tends to look, but… it’d started to be, before their latest fight, when Sam was hassling him about washing his hair so he could braid it. Sam himself is sitting on the ground beside the couch, leaning up against it. One arm is draped over the couch cushion so he can hold hands with Bucky, their fingers laced together, and his other hand is tangled in Bucky’s hair. His clothes are damp, but he’s half dozing anyway, his head pillowed on his shoulder.
Most of his half-asleep mind is focused on Bucky’s presence in it, but he’s still listening out, as though he’s on guard. So he startles a little closer into wakefulness when he picks up the presence of another member of the Nest, but settles back down when he recognizes it as someone he trusts, someone who belongs here.
No need to try to pull himself completely from exhaustion, then, and he just brushes his mind against theirs in a semi-conscious greeting.
WHERE: Waypoint Shril
WHEN: Day 32-ish, right after this
SUMMARY: Sam brings home a potentially murderous hobo, but it's fine, he'll fit right in.
WARNINGS: none right now, will update as needed
Right about now, Sam’s real damn grateful for just how extravagant the hotel suite is - because it means it’s quiet, private, and they’re not likely to be disturbed by anyone except the other people who occasionally reside here. But Misato’s at work, and Damon and Elena are… off wherever the hell they go when they’re not here. They’ve got the place to themselves.
Bucky’s stretched out on the couch, honestly looking like he’s seen better days. Not that that’s really all that different from how he usually tends to look, but… it’d started to be, before their latest fight, when Sam was hassling him about washing his hair so he could braid it. Sam himself is sitting on the ground beside the couch, leaning up against it. One arm is draped over the couch cushion so he can hold hands with Bucky, their fingers laced together, and his other hand is tangled in Bucky’s hair. His clothes are damp, but he’s half dozing anyway, his head pillowed on his shoulder.
Most of his half-asleep mind is focused on Bucky’s presence in it, but he’s still listening out, as though he’s on guard. So he startles a little closer into wakefulness when he picks up the presence of another member of the Nest, but settles back down when he recognizes it as someone he trusts, someone who belongs here.
No need to try to pull himself completely from exhaustion, then, and he just brushes his mind against theirs in a semi-conscious greeting.