Just what the hell does she know about what he'll be doing in his life? He's not allowed to think that far but sometimes it's crept up like a fog rolling in on the horizon.
Finally Bucky slips the knife back into slim leather sheath and hauls her up, still just by the one arm. He's not letting his guard down again by far, but this is too risky. Too messy, already. Fuck! He's let himself really slip up this time.
"Maybe you can teach me how it's done, then," he practically spits as he drags her back toward town.
"Don't worry about my job - you're coming with me to it, anyway. My little lumberjack apprentice."
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27/9/15 05:19 (UTC)Finally Bucky slips the knife back into slim leather sheath and hauls her up, still just by the one arm. He's not letting his guard down again by far, but this is too risky. Too messy, already. Fuck! He's let himself really slip up this time.
"Maybe you can teach me how it's done, then," he practically spits as he drags her back toward town.
"Don't worry about my job - you're coming with me to it, anyway. My little lumberjack apprentice."