( open ) just keeping life and soul together

[rightly]

who: Steve Trevor & YOU!
what: memory share + catch-all
when: month of October; 9th to 23rd for memory share things
where: all over
warnings: death, violence, some gruesome stuff, sappiness. will update if need be!


I ▹ VISIONS

[ You're a little scared, but you don't look it. You don't act like it, either. You're aware of being in enemy territory, surrounded by people who would torture or kill you without a second thought, if they knew who you were. But they don't. You're dressed like them, talk like them, and you walk among them completely unnoticed.

It's a good thing. It allows you to come into the factory, see what kind of work they're doing. You watch as the scientist you've been sent to check up on works on an experiment with a sort of poisonous gas. It fails, but frustration and anger has her killing the guinea pig anyway, a man who's as scared as he is helpless, restrained and with a mask strapped to his face.

You have no time to think. You can't let her finish her work, you have to find a way to stop it, or at least delay it for long enough that you can bring this information to the people who can actually do something with it. So, while she speaks to the General, you sneak your hand through the cracked door and you steal her notebook. You manage to walk halfway across the factory before she notices it's gone, and by the time she yells out and the alarm sounds, you're already outside.

Walking calmly isn't an option anymore. You start running, then sprinting, yanking a pilot out of his airplane and climbing in yourself, quickly taking off. You double back, though. It's risky, but you may as well cause as much damage as you can, and you shoot across the field, the other airplanes and soldiers there, and as you approach the factory, you let a bomb down through the glass ceiling, flying away as it all blows up, the scientist's work all going up in flames. There's a sense of relief and accomplishment, even as the enemy force seems intent on finding a way to chase you down and catch you. ]

II ▹ DREAMSCAPE

[ It's a peaceful scene, for a change. You find yourself standing a little to the side with Steve, while the perfect copy of him, in the memory, sits on the edge of the fountain, next to Diana. Sameer comes by, happy and chatting, offering them both drinks, and they help themselves. Both the protagonists of the dream and the rest of the people around them, singing, dancing and laughing, seem to be entirely unaware of their presence.

Steve reaches out to clink his beer against Diana's in a toast, then looks around them, a warm contented expression taking over his features. ]

You did this. [ He says to Diana, but she's prompt in correcting him, smiling as he glances at him. ] We did.

[ The other Steve, the one standing next to you, doesn't look particularly comfortable being here, but he knows there's no point trying to leave. He just looks at you awkwardly, shrugging in way of an apology. He knows what's going to happen next, after all, and... well, it's about to get very sappy. ]

III ▹ VISIONS

I have to go. [ She doesn't understand, but you know better. You can't stay now, there's no choice. But you can't leave without telling her, without at least getting it all off your chest. At least she'll know before you're gone. A small comfort (no comfort at all), but it'll have to do. ]

What are you saying? [ She asks, you shake your head. You have a feeling you're both speaking in different languages; you can't hear her, she can't hear you. ] Steve. Whatever it is... I can do it.

No, no. [ Stop her, you need to stop her. You know Ares will never let her go through with it, even if she could, and she would be able to survive it. She insists, you push back. ]

It has to be me. It has to be me. I can save today— you can save the world. [ God, he means it. He believes it. She'll save the world, and that's bigger than him, than surviving, than breakfasts and reading the newspaper and growing old together.

You smile, even if you feel miserable. You look away briefly, then back to her, shaking your head. Your heart pumps wildly in your chest. ] I wish we had more time.

[ She stares at you; she can't hear you, you realize. ] What? What are you saying?

[ You reach down and take off your watch, pressing it to the palm of her hand. Then you start walking backwards. ] I love you.

[ You don't want to let go, but the more you linger, the surer you are you won't be able to. So you pull your hands away quickly and start running away, towards the airplane waiting for you. Your fate— your coffin.

She calls out after you, but you don't look back. You can't look back. You know a glance will be all it takes for you to hesitate, to lose your courage and not do what you have to. ]

IV ▹ VISIONS (this can be a continuation to the previous memory, if you'd like!)

Steve! [ You don't look back. You can't. You rush towards the airplane, and you jump in. You climb inside and take on the pilot, kicking him out. The adrenaline and the haste kick you into action, mask the other feelings that would freeze you to the spot.

You take the seat and you take the plane up in the air. Up, up, away, as far away as it can get. You keep looking back over your shoulder, until the flames and the factory are but a dot in the distance. You laugh, breathless. You laugh and you can't stop, exhilarated and terrified when the reality of it all sinks in.

You're going to die.

This is the hard part. Because now you can safely end it all, not hurt anyone else, but the gun is suddenly heavy in your hand, and your arm shakes, your body shakes, your head spins and your heart is tearing a hole in your chest. You try to breathe deeply but you can't calm down, you can't. Does it matter? Not really. Calm or not, you're going to die. The end result will always be the same.

You close your eyes, try very hard not to think of good things. Diana. You know the moment you remember her smile, her laugh, her eyes, you'll want to turn the plane around, and you can't.

Deep breaths. One, another. You open your eyes again. Your breathing gets calmer, you don't know how. You decide to count down the exhales. Five... four... three... two...

One.

You pull the trigger. ]

[ ooc: if you'd like any other specific memories from the movie, feel free to let me know and I can write a starter for you! ]

Comments

[ikols]

[ Drawing up beside him, Loki casts a wistful look at the idyllic lovers. Exchange the snow for a workshop and, well ... He seems to sympathise with the sentiment rooting Steve to the spot. ]

Same.

[ The long, soft fingers of a thief brush Steve's palm. ]

[rightly]

[ He tears his eyes away from the pair swaying, albeit reluctantly, gaze dropping briefly to where Loki's fingertips brush against his hand. ]

Sweetheart of your own, have you?

[ikols]

Not anymore. [ Why lie about it forever? Loki's wan smile doesn't quite touch his eyes. ] He left me behind.

[rightly]

[ He's a little surprised. Maybe he just didn't expect it from Loki, of all people, this sort of connection— but he's opening up, and Steve can appreciate that. He is also admittedly curious. ]

Don't sound right. Where did he go off to?

[ikols]

Back home to die, or so I'm told. At the very least it seemed he would find himself in a coma, yet that was apparently preferable to staying with me.

[ Shrugging, his touch slides free of Steve in increments. He glances sidelong, away from the figures heading off toward whichever house they are using for the night. ]

You and I are both dead, both with half a heart. Together we make a whole one, Steve, isn't that a pretty thought?

[rightly]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[ Diana would go too, Steve feels, the moment she were given the chance. But she at least would go back to win a war. It's not really the same thing, and Steve would never resent her for that. He'd never resent her for anything, really. ]

Suppose it doesn't matter much, when you're living on borrowed time. [ Suddenly, and a little randomly— ] Do you think I should tell her? The truth. That I'm dead.

[ikols]

Yes. Tell her everything before you can't.

[ The opportunity alone is a sweet thing. ]

[rightly]

[ Loki's right. Steve should appreciate that honesty, and considering his situation, the god likely knows better than just about anyone else he could ask. The quick answer still throws him off, but nothing he can't handle. ]

Guess you're right.

[ He knows he'd regret it if he didn't say anything, and she ended up being gone come morning. ]

I can't really make things better for you, but I can offer you my friendship. Whatever it may be worth. [ He'll save Loki words of hope that it'll get better or that his lover might come back one day, because they'd be meaningless platitudes, nothing more than that. ]

[ikols]

That's a nice thing to say. Right back at you, Steve.

[ Here, in the snowfall of a memory where the phantoms have exited stage-left, Loki steps back and offers a hand. ]

Are you sure you won't dance with me? [ His smile returns with a wink. ] You can lead.

[rightly]

[ Steve grins, vague and empty, shaking his head. ]

Any other place... you know I would. But not here.

[ It's a perfect memory, to him. A place and a moment that can't be replicated, that will always be the same for as long as he lives. Or, well, as long as Diana will live, hopefully, because the former isn't all that long at all.

He'll dance with Loki anywhere he likes. Just not here, in this place, underneath the falling snow. ]

Sorry.

[ikols]

Hm. Then ... allow me to switch up our surroundings?

[ Dreams are built on illusions of reality, it's no huge task to alter the scene if Steve consents. ]

[rightly]

How so?

[ Steve's curious but also a little skeptical. It's not like there's much of a point to staying here, though. The ghost of him and Diana have left by now, they're probably kissing in that room at this point, and... well, that's not exactly something he'd want to sit around for and watch, much less so with Loki next to him. ]

I mean— yes. Of course, I don't mind.

[ikols]

[ The outdoors shimmers then bleeds away with a blur, morphing into the Bifrost that shines like rainbow glass underfoot as galaxies pour overhead in cloudy bursts; at the far end of the bridge sits Asgardia, shining like a golden city of myth on a plateau that adds to the deified theme. Because it is.

For once, Heimdall isn't present. Whyever would Loki include him, hah. Steve isn't in any danger of suffocating since none of it is real, save for the spectacle.

Loki offers him his hand once more. ]

[rightly]

[ The scenery change is drastic enough to surprise Steve, although he doesn't move around much as even the ground beneath his feet shifts and morphs into something else entirely. When it's done, he looks around with wonder in his eyes, grin and soft laughter both genuine now.

He looks back to Loki and takes his hand, stepping closer. ]

It's beautiful. [ Glancing around again, ] Is this Asgard?

[ikols]

Asgardia, the newest version. Old Asgard sits dead and decaying, it was rebuilt here under the All-Mother's direction as a republic of sorts ... Lots of refugees piled in, at first, and then some of them stayed.

[ He does indeed let Steve lead a slow dance, letting him take in the awe-inspiring majesty of the realm from its magical doorstop. Loki's attention remains wholly on Steve, enjoying his delight. ]

This is the spot you'd get sucked in through a portal or shot off to your destination by Heimdall, the over-glorified doorman.

[rightly]

[ Steve's awe is almost childlike. It's possibly one of the most beautiful places he's seen in his life. Maybe Themyscira would have come close, but it's not like he got that much of a chance to walk around Paradise Island. The cave and the beach had been as far as he'd been allowed to go during his short stay. ]

I wouldn't want to leave either, if I were a refugee. It's all so... magical. [ A fitting adjective, considering. ] We're dancing on a rainbow.

[ikols]

We're dancing on a rainbow bridge in space, technically shouldn't happen by all the rules of science. Yet, here we are ...

[ And he takes advantage of Steve's distraction to peck a quick kiss on his cheek. ]

I thought you'd like it. I'm pleased you do.

[rightly]

Well, I don't care all that much about science.

[ His distraction fades quickly, and his attention shifts from his surroundings to Loki, surprised by the kiss. ]

It's, uh... a very nice choice. Thank you.

[ikols]

You look like a rabbit in the jaws of a fox. Silly Steve.

[ It comes with a chuckle, eyeing him with no little degree of banked amusement. ]

[rightly]

Well, I wouldn't make fun of that, if I were you. You do come off as a sly fox sometimes.

[ Not that he makes Steve feel like he's prey of some sort, but still. ]

[ikols]

That might be because [ a blur smears Loki from view for a split second, and in the next there is much more fur on a newly acquired whiskered snout, ] I am.

[rightly]

[ Steve startles at the change and lets out a little yelp, leaning away from Loki. ]

Jesus Christ, Loki! That's— that's not a nice look on you, just so you know.

[ikols]

How rude! [ He sniffs, angling a mopey look at Steve, in whose hands Loki's own are now furrier with claws. ] It only ever occurred to you that I'm humanoid?

[rightly]

Well... [ That's a fairly good point, and Steve tilts his head. ] You're a god, so i know you're not human, strictly speaking. But I didn't think you... I mean. What do you really look like, then?

[ikols]

[ It's a lot easier doing this in a dream: his features dilute to something indistinguishable and shadowy, voice switching between male and female. and Loki's eyes brighten to glow green. The horns on his head are still there but it's impossible to tell if they're attached to his actual head or not. ]

I'm not really a man or a woman or a fox or an otter, only sometimes. I'm Loki. First, last, and always.