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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

Comments

[divasterous]

Is it, though!?

[voice cracking. he wraps his arms around Steve tightly, clinging on]

[starspangledman]

I think—there's some things I'd like to know, but I don't thing it changes things.

[divasterous]

I'm—I'm sorry you had to find out that way. I wasn't really . . . I didn't mean to—

[starspangledman]

I know.

I know you weren't trying to keep things from me.

[divasterous]

I mean, let's be honest, I was a little.

[starspangledman]

[quiets, rubbing at his back]

It isn't something that sounds like it's easy to bring up.

[divasterous]

Steve. Steve, Steve . . .

[staring up at him]

[starspangledman]

Vasily?

[looks down at him]

[divasterous]

. . .

You forgive me?

[starspangledman]

I do, yes.

[divasterous]

[sags against his chest, shoulders heaving with a little gulping sob again]

I was so scared.

[starspangledman]

That I wouldn't...?

[divasterous]

That I'd lose you somehow.

[starspangledman]

You won't. I'm with you.

[divasterous]

[. . . squeezes Steve, swallowing hard]

I want to—go get cleaned up.

[starspangledman]

All right.

Do you want me to carry you?

[divasterous]

. . .

[loops his arms firmly around Steve's neck and just holds on, face in his shoulder]

[starspangledman]

[all right. slides an arm under his knees and pulls him up, standing]

Let's go.

[divasterous]

Thanks . . .

[unresisting as usual]

[starspangledman]

Don't worry about it.

[quietly heading back to Vasily's apartment]

[divasterous]

[gives him a very hesitant smile]

[starspangledman]

[smiles back at him, kissing his forehead]

[divasterous]

[slides out of his arms when they're in his apartment, going to change out of this. padding back out a few minutes later wearing loose black pants and tank top, hair combed back into a low ponytail. he looks tired, just pausing to gaze at Steve]

[starspangledman]

[Steve's busied himself in the kitchen, so when Vasily comes back he's got some tea ready]

Hey...I made tea?

[divasterous]

[softly]

Thanks, love.