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(Prompt: 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.)

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If Bucky were being honest with himself, the reason he's still awake would be the memories come to gather at the window of his mind in dark, foggy silhouettes against a backdrop of screams. Luckily he's lying to himself and blaming his rumbling stomach -- which is true, but not the real reason for the season.

Sleeping never comes easily for him when not induced behind glass sparkling with cryogenic mist, and tonight is no exception.

So Bucky shuffles off to the kitchen at 2:14 a.m. in pursuit of a midnight snack. The shitty apartment is eerily quiet, no sirens in the distance for once. For a moment it feels too out of place, as if Bucky were looking at the scene from afar--

But then he comes back to himself just as his hip bumps the handle of a pan sitting on the edge of the sink -- of all places, why couldn't the culprit (Bucky) just put it two inches farther into the sink? -- and

CLANG!

Bucky sets his jaw, ready for the inevitable oncoming reaction waiting to burst through the door in a flurry of fifteen-year-old spunk.

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29/5/16 05:01 (UTC)
witchplz: (Default)
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Mouth buttoned into a pleased line, she turns to him, one hand on her hip.

"So you can get out of arguing with Vani this week? I'd never keep you star crossed bros apart," her hand folds against her chest while a cheeky smile crosses her face. It's good for him, to have to haggle with the real world again.

Cheer lightened, she nudges him right back and turns back towards the door, hand held out for him.

"Duly noted. Even peanuts have to have full tummies."

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30/5/16 02:42 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (fond smile)
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This is when Rahzel's eyes nearly pop out of her head. "Forty?! What the hell-- is he trying to give the government what they want? Slaves to the nation? I ought to shove that bread up his nose."

So much for that romance-- it appears the teenager no longer approves of this joining. She could make bread, hell! They'd better find another place or else she just might...

Sighing, Rahzel takes his hand and leads him inside.

"You're gonna looove these, trust me!" She beams over her shoulder.

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30/5/16 04:50 (UTC)
witchplz: (plz get a job)
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Rahzel's grin widens, a full 100% watt smile that lights up her face. Something warm and joyful fills her chest, like a balloon that might burst at any second.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, Mr. Buckwheat."

Whirling around, she opens the fridge back up to fetch the milk, drops it down at his elbow. After a moment of watching him, Rahzel pours him some. Another moment of watching him silently, expression open. Not expectant, just steady. Patient.

And then, as if remembering:

"Ah, the brownies!"

In another whirlwind, she scurries to the oven.

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30/5/16 05:33 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (ah yes minion)
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They're piping hot, maybe a little crispy around the edges, but still pretty damn perfect. The smell is delicious, the steam that rises from the pan she deposits on the counter is heavenly, as well. Rahzel takes another glass from their meager provisions and sets it down, pouring herself a glass.

"Buckwheat the Third, then."

That smile...its almost hard to watch it cross his face. Almost painful, like something from worlds away. But he's trying, that flash in his eyes cements it. True life.

"I'll age one hundred times better than you when I'm a cute little old grandma."

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30/5/16 06:28 (UTC)
witchplz: (why wont you build a snowman w/me elsa)
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Her nose wrinkles in confusion at the phrase, the jumble of vowels she isn't familiar with. She says it under her breath, curious, but doesn't push it.

"What's that one? Boy band hair?"

Nevermind about not pushing it. Rahzel releases a put upon sigh and rolls those baby blues.

"While it's still piping hot? I refuse to listen to you complain if you burn your pretty mouth. Vani will cry."

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31/5/16 01:25 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (the angry face)
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Now that annoys her. True irritation in her eyes, she slams a spatula down on the counter...dangerously close to his hand.

"Listen here-- it doesn't matter if you can heal super fast. You shouldn't have to take that pain. No human being should." Not the good ones, anyway. She's distressed that he thinks so little of himself.

"Don't think so little of yourself."

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31/5/16 05:58 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (hesitate)
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Rahzel can't take it anymore. First, she scoots the brownies out of Bucky's reach, then, whirling on him in a flurry of rage and hurt, she whaps him upside the head with the spatula.

"How dare you say something so stupid in my presence! Go wash your mouth out and repent!"

Her shoulders shake and her eyes are stormy as she glowers at him.

"Never, ever talk about yourself like that ever again. You're here, right now, you aren't hurting anyone. This is your life. And in this life, you aren't meant to punish yourself."

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31/5/16 06:46 (UTC)
witchplz: (why wont you build a snowman w/me elsa)
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She's even madder if the spinning spatula is any indication. This aura isn't of hatred or fear or any of the like-- its hurt, plain and simple. She slaps him again, this time on his flesh hand.

"So what?! You think all of us don't think that same thing, every day? Those of us with powers, without? You think you're that special, huuuuh, you special snowflake?!"

Another swat, tears clinging to her eyelashes because it hurts, hurts, hurts to see him like this, to know with all her heart he believes this.

"You might as well go out there and step on the ant hill next door. Will that make you feel better? Will that give you your satisfaction?"

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31/5/16 07:37 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (the angry face)
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Rahzel doesn't even struggle against his grip, she doesn't bow or break, not like the metal he can twist, nor the bodies he has befallen.

She's steel incarnate.

(does she know what it's like? to be unmade? to be pulled out to make room for something else to be stuffed inside?)

Her expression twists in her body's stead.

"Tell me again and again and again until you're blue in the face! Tell me that and only that, not these words! Fight, god damn you! You don't get to talk about yourself like that because that's giving up."

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1/6/16 00:38 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (i cant even look at you rn)
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"Because it hurts, you idiot!" Stubborn is as stubborn does. She steps on his foot, though not with the entire weight of her tiny four foot frame. "It hurts just seeing you like this! Thinking you don't deserve someone to care...How could I not give a damn?! So tough shit!"

If he keeps this shit up Rahzel's going to twist him into a pretzel.

"So how dare you ask me something so stupid. Ask me that again and I'll rip your nose off and make it into sushi."

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1/6/16 04:10 (UTC)
witchplz: (plz)
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She can't take this anymore. Despite her release, Rahzel steps forward and, with all of her might, slams her forehead into Bucky's. Her teeth chatter in her skull as pain zings throughout her head.

"Look what you did now! Pain I can take, pain I'm still here for despite all of that. And there's nothing you can do about my choices besides shut up and take it."

She rubs her hands against the red mark she knows is there and huffs.

"If you don't want forgiveness so bad, then why do your eyes plead for it every time you look at me? Or at anyone? Answer me that, smart ass."

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1/6/16 04:41 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (i believe in the afros)
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Fiercely, "I'll use my youth for whatever I damn well please, thank you very much! And I've decided to turn your life around, remember?"

Okay, his head is a lot harder than she-- okay no, she definitely knew he was hard headed and stubborn and pigheaded. Rahzel knew this so why oh why did she risk her little head with this brute? Oh yeah, because they're friends.

"Does that mean you can't live your life too? Does that mean that you dying, that you just wandering around like a stinky hobo is going to honor their lives? No, it doesn't. Moving on would. You aren't a villain, you're a victim. The same as them."

And they know it, too. If heaven exists, they must know it.

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