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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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2/6/16 00:32 (UTC)
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"Like creepy voyeurs?" One rather unladylike snort later, she lightly pats his cheek, er, cheekily.

"I think...if there's something you can do to help, to help people when these bastards inevitably try to rise up from the trash, it could help you, too. But! But..." And she's slow, patient, makes sure she catches his gaze.

"Don't spend your entire life on revenge. Living is so much better. And yes, this is still a thing you call life."

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3/6/16 00:20 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (turn around bright eyes)
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"Go back? There is no going back. Even after that, those little hiccups, that's still progress. You're going forward, into the future."

Rahzel brightens; her entire frame seems to brighten like the sun, to hear that. She's so relieved: revenge is idiocy. It's pointless.

"You'll find your own way of living. Time is the only thing that's certain, really."

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3/6/16 03:03 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (hesitate)
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He's changing the subject, he's pulling away from her, and Rahzel isn't sure, for a moment, if she should allow this-- if she should let him move on...so she grips the hem of his shirt in her hands and turns to press her forehead into his shoulder. Quietly, quietly, sighs.

"Brownies make everything better. Everything!"

If he can still smile like that then maybe everything really will fall into place. Smiling right back, she fetches that brownie, finally, and presents it to him.

"Here-- might be ice cold, though."

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3/6/16 03:33 (UTC)
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A laugh bubbles out of Rahzel, happy and pure. She loves to see the things she makes enjoyed by others, she likes seeing this man with that frown turned upsidedown.

So she, too, takes a brownie and digs in. Its like heaven, even when cooled.

"Ahhh, these are awesome~ Rahzel-sama did it again!"

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3/6/16 04:58 (UTC)
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That laughter is even more of a relief. If he can laugh, he can live. He can move on, even when he gets boggled down by the chains of his mysterious past.

Rahzel quickly finishes off her first brownie and goes for a second.

"I've got the perfect remedy! Infomercials. Get ready to be a couch potato, buster."

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3/6/16 05:56 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (turn around bright eyes)
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"Heeeheee~ Yes, we absolutely have to! Especially if you're going to get all belly-achey about it."

Rahzel grabs his other hand and starts to drag him to their drab living room.

"But he can help!"

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3/6/16 07:14 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (i believe in the afros)
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"Too bad-- he's here to help everyone get those pesky stains out, without any scrubbing!" She motions as if scrubbing a particularly stained shirt, hint hint, your laundry is just as gross, Mr. Barnes.

But when he nudges her, Rahzel nudges him right back, gently, and grabs the remote.

"It's what friends are for and all that."

Her heart feels warm.

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