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logsinthenight2019-09-04 07:23 pm
worthallthis) wrote in logsinthenight2019-09-04 07:23 pm
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Taking in Strays [Closed log]
characters: Bucky, Crowley, and Aziraphale
location: Miner's Castle 3
date/time: Sept 3, evening
content: Somebody's getting a roof over his head (finally)
warnings: Just Bucky being his usual Soldier-y self for now
So far, the Soldier had mostly been dozing in trees and behind the church, not able to settle down at any of the empty houses. They felt too big and rattling, but at the same time too small and confining. Not secure. Not right.
But then the string bean handler offered, and that felt a little more right.
So here it is, approaching the house at Miner's Castle 3, lantern in hand and the single blanket its collected so far (it gets chilly in a tree, okay) folded over its shoulder, trying not to look anxious at the idea of meeting the handler's "flatmate" (what the fuck does that even mean) or being in an enclosed space with two semi-strangers. Good thing the Soldier has a lot of training in not looking anxious, so it pretty much just looks blank.
It stands outside the door for a long couple of minutes, waiting to be acknowledged, before some ancient memory finally rises up and it knocks the back of the metal hand on the wood.
location: Miner's Castle 3
date/time: Sept 3, evening
content: Somebody's getting a roof over his head (finally)
warnings: Just Bucky being his usual Soldier-y self for now
So far, the Soldier had mostly been dozing in trees and behind the church, not able to settle down at any of the empty houses. They felt too big and rattling, but at the same time too small and confining. Not secure. Not right.
But then the string bean handler offered, and that felt a little more right.
So here it is, approaching the house at Miner's Castle 3, lantern in hand and the single blanket its collected so far (it gets chilly in a tree, okay) folded over its shoulder, trying not to look anxious at the idea of meeting the handler's "flatmate" (what the fuck does that even mean) or being in an enclosed space with two semi-strangers. Good thing the Soldier has a lot of training in not looking anxious, so it pretty much just looks blank.
It stands outside the door for a long couple of minutes, waiting to be acknowledged, before some ancient memory finally rises up and it knocks the back of the metal hand on the wood.