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riverviewlogs2017-12-20 06:38 am
krasnaya_vdova) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-12-20 06:38 am
The distance between us [open]
who: Ava and you!
what: Catchall
when: Early December
where: Around the town
warnings: None?
i. conversations
[She gets her coffee at the shop that Tony had shown her once, before he left. It reminds her of him, but not in a bad way. Just about conversation, how he'd introduced her to the best pastries in Quarantine (and as far as she'd found, he'd been right). It's cold out, even if it doesn't bother her much, it is a little more agreeable to enjoy the weather someplace where her drink stays warm. So some days when she actually consents to letting herself have a break for a little while, she takes her drawing pad, orders a peppermint mocha, and she just sits and draws for a while.
Whether it's passersby with the things they've found for the holidays, an evening nights before with people she knows, or just the way the snow settles on rooftops, she enjoys drawing the world. She's always drawn things; the Avengers, her dreams, though ever since the things that happened in Odessa, it's a way of making sure she remembers, too. Overall her art has always been a small piece of comfort when she doesn't have a lot of it. ]
ii. dancing
[She doesn't work with the ballet company, or really have any plans to. But she does like dancing, and she has old connections to ballet. It's usually before dawn, in the gym she likes, red hair pulled up as she dances in front of a mirror to the soft sound of Tchaikovsky playing on a rather beat up old iPod. Sometimes it's on a rooftop, the wind in her hair, late nights and moonlight. She's in her usual black exercise clothes, but with a pair of bright red toe shoes. It's been a long time since she's practiced en pointe, but it feels familiar.
There's still that dance in her head, old memories, but she specifically tries to avoid it. To find something in the marriage of the music and her body that isn't just a string of the numbers three and six drawn on the floor of a room in her mother's laboratory. She's focused, watching in the mirror, the sound of her shoes almost louder than the soft strains of the music that come through the small speakers.
She's not so focused she wont notice the presence of someone else, but she doesn't stop because of it, either. She's pushing herself, like she's looking for something.]
iii. mistletoe
[It's not one of the magic tricks, the little springs that trap people under their influence, but just some of the plant left over from the Vikings' Yule celebration that end up catching her eye as it hangs from the branch of a tree. It actually puts a bit of a smile on her face, part of the season, as it nears the end of December, even if she's more used to the little store-bought bunches with garish red ribbons on them.
It's snowing, and the little orb of light dancing over her fingers gives the surroundings a sort of strange glow about them. Her eyes bright and luminescent in the dark of the late evening. She thinks she's alone so she spins under it for a moment, even though she's hardly dressed for the weather, the snow catching in the long bright red of her hair.]
For Christmas Day, twine mistletoe and holly...
[A line of a half-remembered poem, unsure if it's hers or Natasha's.]
iv. abandoned city
[It's admittedly not too hard to find Ava once she's working. She's either out on one of the still-damaged SkyTram lines, or she's investigating the generators that are still down. Having put proof of concept to the idea that she can use her abilities to bring power to the outer city, there's the question of what she can do on purpose.
When she's by herself, it's easy enough for her to slip through unnoticed, at least until the light and heat starts attracting attention. But when she works with the Perimeter Guard, doing what she can to make sure the new fence goes up as smoothly, most people are loud and with the sounds of the construction, she ends up on monster duty more often than not. Not that she minds. She's better with tech than most people assume, but at the same time, punching things is easier.
She tends to wander a little, doing what she can to clear them out before they make it close to the more vulnerable. Maybe she has someone with her this time, or maybe that rustle of leaves and cracking sticks isn't a creature at all. But either way, she has swords in her hands and a shine in her eyes.]
v. wildcard
[Her schedule is rather erratic and hard to track, but she can found just about anywhere. Also game for any of the Hygge or TDM prompts, and if you want anything in particular, or a starter, either PM or hit me up on Plurk![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
natalia_vdova.]
what: Catchall
when: Early December
where: Around the town
warnings: None?
i. conversations
[She gets her coffee at the shop that Tony had shown her once, before he left. It reminds her of him, but not in a bad way. Just about conversation, how he'd introduced her to the best pastries in Quarantine (and as far as she'd found, he'd been right). It's cold out, even if it doesn't bother her much, it is a little more agreeable to enjoy the weather someplace where her drink stays warm. So some days when she actually consents to letting herself have a break for a little while, she takes her drawing pad, orders a peppermint mocha, and she just sits and draws for a while.
Whether it's passersby with the things they've found for the holidays, an evening nights before with people she knows, or just the way the snow settles on rooftops, she enjoys drawing the world. She's always drawn things; the Avengers, her dreams, though ever since the things that happened in Odessa, it's a way of making sure she remembers, too. Overall her art has always been a small piece of comfort when she doesn't have a lot of it. ]
ii. dancing
[She doesn't work with the ballet company, or really have any plans to. But she does like dancing, and she has old connections to ballet. It's usually before dawn, in the gym she likes, red hair pulled up as she dances in front of a mirror to the soft sound of Tchaikovsky playing on a rather beat up old iPod. Sometimes it's on a rooftop, the wind in her hair, late nights and moonlight. She's in her usual black exercise clothes, but with a pair of bright red toe shoes. It's been a long time since she's practiced en pointe, but it feels familiar.
There's still that dance in her head, old memories, but she specifically tries to avoid it. To find something in the marriage of the music and her body that isn't just a string of the numbers three and six drawn on the floor of a room in her mother's laboratory. She's focused, watching in the mirror, the sound of her shoes almost louder than the soft strains of the music that come through the small speakers.
She's not so focused she wont notice the presence of someone else, but she doesn't stop because of it, either. She's pushing herself, like she's looking for something.]
iii. mistletoe
[It's not one of the magic tricks, the little springs that trap people under their influence, but just some of the plant left over from the Vikings' Yule celebration that end up catching her eye as it hangs from the branch of a tree. It actually puts a bit of a smile on her face, part of the season, as it nears the end of December, even if she's more used to the little store-bought bunches with garish red ribbons on them.
It's snowing, and the little orb of light dancing over her fingers gives the surroundings a sort of strange glow about them. Her eyes bright and luminescent in the dark of the late evening. She thinks she's alone so she spins under it for a moment, even though she's hardly dressed for the weather, the snow catching in the long bright red of her hair.]
For Christmas Day, twine mistletoe and holly...
[A line of a half-remembered poem, unsure if it's hers or Natasha's.]
iv. abandoned city
[It's admittedly not too hard to find Ava once she's working. She's either out on one of the still-damaged SkyTram lines, or she's investigating the generators that are still down. Having put proof of concept to the idea that she can use her abilities to bring power to the outer city, there's the question of what she can do on purpose.
When she's by herself, it's easy enough for her to slip through unnoticed, at least until the light and heat starts attracting attention. But when she works with the Perimeter Guard, doing what she can to make sure the new fence goes up as smoothly, most people are loud and with the sounds of the construction, she ends up on monster duty more often than not. Not that she minds. She's better with tech than most people assume, but at the same time, punching things is easier.
She tends to wander a little, doing what she can to clear them out before they make it close to the more vulnerable. Maybe she has someone with her this time, or maybe that rustle of leaves and cracking sticks isn't a creature at all. But either way, she has swords in her hands and a shine in her eyes.]
v. wildcard
[Her schedule is rather erratic and hard to track, but she can found just about anywhere. Also game for any of the Hygge or TDM prompts, and if you want anything in particular, or a starter, either PM or hit me up on Plurk
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Now he's back, and she doesn't.. quite know what to do. Part of her wants to yell at him, she also just wants to hug him, and maybe hit him really hard. It's confusing, and she's never really felt like this before. Well, not entirely true. Through Natasha, through filtered memory and old feelings. But this is here and now and burns in her chest, and she's never been good with feelings.
He sips his coffee and she sighs, leans in the doorway a little, not quite sure how to close the distance.] I'm glad you're back.
[She means it, but the words still sound hurt. Not bitter, but she doesn't really know how to hide the fact that disappearing like that cut, deep and sharp. There are words she could say, but she's trying to not let herself get angry over it, even if she's bad at it. She's always been more emotional, more raw and it takes effort.] Are you staying?
[The fact that she's upset about it actually says a lot, in it's own way. Because it meant she'd trusted him enough to believe that he wouldn't leave, when everyone else always has.]
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And there it is. The million dollar question. Are you staying?]
Yeah. I'm staying. [His expression falls just slightly.] I guess I owe you an explanation, huh?
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Hearing that he's staying is a comfort, and there's a sharp exhale at it, as if she'd half-expected that he'd only come back to get his things together an disappear again. She shakes her head at the question, even if it's probably half rhetorical.]
You don't- owe me anything. [It's just phrasing, she knows that. But she's all lifted chin, sharp eyes, and small shoulders squared as she faces him. And the phrasing matters. And then she softens, just a little.] But- yeah, it'd be nice.
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Exhaling quietly, he sets down his coffee mug. He beings in a halting voice,] Might as well. Steve caught me before I left, so- it's only fair.
I, uh, found out some things. I don't have long before I kick the bucket back home.
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She quiets for a moment, steps in a little closer, like she wants to reach out to him, but stops herself short.]
You're staying, right? [There's something intense in her tone, a flutter of her eyelashes as she looks down at the floor. This hits just to the side of something, something she doesn't talk about. The fact that he might not be her Bucky doesn't circumvent that desire to protect him. When she looks up at him there's a sort of fierceness in her eyes.]
Or-- there's gotta be some way to fix it. You can't-
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And then- a humorless laugh, a shake of his head.] This is the conversation I didn't wanna have. This is what I left to think over. If I ever do go back, I'm not going to try to change things. It could make the timeline worse.
But for now- I'm staying here.