you had a feedback error in one of the cctvs over the garage.
[ natasha sits at the modest kitchen table, back straight, paused ponderously half-way through eating a pastry on a small white ceramic plate. she texts again. ]
[ she didn't detect a permeating threat, more like— ]
what, not who. cables starting to wear down. i replaced two of them, damage is repaired.
[ her fingers pick at the pastry, and it flakes beautifully, golden and light. she tears a piece away, the layers crisp on the outside, with a fragrant fruit filling. it hits her lips again and she closes her eyes, wisps of memories whirling softly near. she can't quite name them, but they seem... close. silk and satin and warm and sweet and drifting by her fingertips.
rare meals shared and stolen. ribbons on ballet slippers... ]
why did you buy the apple strudel again? neither one of us eats too many desserts.
[ Taste and smell can trigger memories. He remembers how it had helped him fill some of the holes in his own mind. ]
guess it was calling to me. figured you might like some, too.
[ Bucky wants to believe that it's just wear and tear on the camera, but he's too paranoid to trust it these days. Even if he's not quite as on the run as he used to be, there are still a lot of dangerous people out there who's be more than happy to control him and quite a few who'd want to take him down and that's before he factors in any of her enemies lurking around. ]
I might have a new job if you're feeling up to it.
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keepcruising2018-09-06 11:19 pm
who died? NOT HER.
[ natasha sits at the modest kitchen table, back straight, paused ponderously half-way through eating a pastry on a small white ceramic plate. she texts again. ]
i fixed it. shouldn't happen again.
no subject
[ He has a few guesses, but he'll need to sweep the whole area for bugs again just in case. ]
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what, not who. cables starting to wear down. i replaced two of them, damage is repaired.
[ her fingers pick at the pastry, and it flakes beautifully, golden and light. she tears a piece away, the layers crisp on the outside, with a fragrant fruit filling. it hits her lips again and she closes her eyes, wisps of memories whirling softly near. she can't quite name them, but they seem... close. silk and satin and warm and sweet and drifting by her fingertips.
rare meals shared and stolen.
ribbons on ballet slippers... ]
why did you buy the apple strudel again?
neither one of us eats too many desserts.
no subject
guess it was calling to me. figured you might like some, too.
[ Bucky wants to believe that it's just wear and tear on the camera, but he's too paranoid to trust it these days. Even if he's not quite as on the run as he used to be, there are still a lot of dangerous people out there who's be more than happy to control him and quite a few who'd want to take him down and that's before he factors in any of her enemies lurking around. ]
I might have a new job if you're feeling up to it.
no subject
i'm up for it.