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thisavrou_log2017-03-04 10:46 pm
dislocked) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-03-04 10:46 pm
keep the streets empty for me.
Who: Bucky Barnes, Andyr Prince
When: Early March
Where: Andyr's Farmhouse
What: Someone has some catching up to do.
Warnings: None.
[ Bucky's spent a large chunk of the time in self-imposed exile ever since he landed in this world, forging out a life for himself. It gets easier, sometimes; the bad days are still just as bad, and Bucky's sure he will never be able to put any distance from him and the things he's done even though he's practically galaxies away.
It doesn't matter. He does the best he can with what he has; that's all there is to it.
This morning, he turns up at where he knows Andyr is putting up -- just because he'd kept himself away doesn't mean he isn't apprised of his friends' (funny, that, he has friends now) situations. It's a lovely place, large and sprawling, admittedly surreal, and he tracks along the perimeter for awhile before coming up to what looks like the main door. He knocks, feeling only slightly stupid.
Maybe he should have sent him a text before he came down. ]
When: Early March
Where: Andyr's Farmhouse
What: Someone has some catching up to do.
Warnings: None.
[ Bucky's spent a large chunk of the time in self-imposed exile ever since he landed in this world, forging out a life for himself. It gets easier, sometimes; the bad days are still just as bad, and Bucky's sure he will never be able to put any distance from him and the things he's done even though he's practically galaxies away.
It doesn't matter. He does the best he can with what he has; that's all there is to it.
This morning, he turns up at where he knows Andyr is putting up -- just because he'd kept himself away doesn't mean he isn't apprised of his friends' (funny, that, he has friends now) situations. It's a lovely place, large and sprawling, admittedly surreal, and he tracks along the perimeter for awhile before coming up to what looks like the main door. He knocks, feeling only slightly stupid.
Maybe he should have sent him a text before he came down. ]