quietmounds | (no subject)

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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.]

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Was there anything else you wanted to know . . .?

[shakes his head]

Not right now. I might ask later? But I think I understand, for now.

[he swallows]

It wasn't . . . good, what I did to Fiero. But I didn't know what else to do.

[a nod]

You weren't trying to hurt him, you were trying to save people from the tragedy that you knew would come if something didn't change.

It seemed like he was still able to live his life, he could still find happiness in things.

Honestly, he seemed a lot better off than me in a lot of ways.

I'd say you're in a good place now.

Yes. Thanks to you, thanks to Mikk. My other friends here.

Yeah. And whatever it takes to get rid of this thing, I'm with you.

Darling, you have so much in your own world to worry about . . .

And your world isn't any less important than mine.

. . . I guess . . .

I don't know how we'll get through it yet, but I want you to know that you won't lose me because of it.

. . .

[softly]

Okay. Let's work together. Proper partners.

[smiles, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together]

Yeah. Partners.

I love you, Steve Rogers.

I love you too, Vasily.

. . .

Sorry I ruined your, um, romantic surprise.

I think I kind of ruined it for myself.

[laughs, brushing his knuckles against Steve's jaw]

It doesn't matter.

[tilts into the touch]

No. I'm still yours either way.

Okay, I still want it, though.

I was waiting for you to have your chance.

. . .

You know, I grew up just—daydreaming and desperately wishing for a fairytale romance. For someone to just sweep me off my feet. All sorts of dreams and plans and expectations, scenarios that I'd play again and again.

Fiero mentioned something like that.

Yeah. So you know—this has all been incredibly important to me, but really hard to just . . . I don't know. I really just blurted it out. That I loved you. And then, that I wanted to marry you. Too impatient.