[Bucky rests his hand in the curve of the small of Lupin's back; he wants to tell him so much, and at the same time, keep as much of himself locked away as possible. Anything to keep this from hurting more than it has to. His brow furrows as he remembers bits and pieces of brick buildings, sneaking onto rooftops just in time to see the sunsets or the stars, and bloody noses from scrapping with bullies--
And when he speaks his voice is almost impossible to hear.]
Brooklyn, New York. Lemme guess. You stole something from there, probably while gettin' low with some broad.
[He laughs and turns in Lupin's arms a little, eyes drifting up to the ceiling.]
You wouldn't believe the kid I was then.
[Hell, he can't and he lives with it daily. That's another lifetime away.]
way to post from the wrong acct there, christina
14/8/16 05:51 (UTC)And when he speaks his voice is almost impossible to hear.]
Brooklyn, New York. Lemme guess. You stole something from there, probably while gettin' low with some broad.
[He laughs and turns in Lupin's arms a little, eyes drifting up to the ceiling.]
You wouldn't believe the kid I was then.
[Hell, he can't and he lives with it daily. That's another lifetime away.]