[ Steve's seen this kind of thing before. Not with her, of course, but in the war. The bullheaded pride that keeps men and women pushing forward past their limits after adrenaline is gone and reality creeps back in. It's easy to feel invincible in the heat of the moment. He's been there himself but he's sure it's more than a little jarring for someone who, before now, could actually claim to be just that.
He can't imagine the years between then and now. He's seen it in her eyes and written in what she doesn't tell him. Seen it hiding behind that joyously bright smile when she caught him eating poptarts in bed and spun up on too much coffee. ]
Yeah, from someone who doesn't bleed. [ He doesn't miss that wince and when she caves a little, he's there to steady her with his other hand up under her arm for support offered freely. Her attempt to distract would go a little better if he weren't half-holding her up and his pulse goes quick with worry, lips flattening into a thin line.
Still, he gives over a little, turning his cheek against her palm. ] Keep this up and I'll go gray on top. Not sure you could handle that much at once.
Edited (forgetting things) 2020-12-26 04:17 (UTC)
if i wasn't rude you would have to be super worried (thank you for your kindness)
Will you catch me if I swoon? [ diana laughs, peering up at his hair as if she can see the greys begin to bleed into his brown hair.
if he turned grey, it would mean that he's alive. diana wonders if he feels it. does he feel alive amongst his feelings of displacement? he acts like steve, breathes like steve, slept rather noisily like steve... she's been wondering long before any mentions of a monkey's paw what the catch was for him being here, and she supposes this is it. she couldn't win her games in themyscira by taking a shortcut.
wishing him back had been a shortcut diana refuses to not take again and again and again. she'll figure this out, just as she had figured out how to be an amazonian warrior, a secret hero, a woman of man's world...
she inhales roughly and regretfully pulls her hand away from his cheek to press her palm against her rib beneath her armour. ] I think I'm healing. You shouldn't worry.
[ she's not healing, and she's a little worried. best he doesn't worry—she doesn't want him to be here and experience such negative, tumultuous emotions. ]
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wow that is v rude. (i will ignore the thing for u)
[ Steve's seen this kind of thing before. Not with her, of course, but in the war. The bullheaded pride that keeps men and women pushing forward past their limits after adrenaline is gone and reality creeps back in. It's easy to feel invincible in the heat of the moment. He's been there himself but he's sure it's more than a little jarring for someone who, before now, could actually claim to be just that.
He can't imagine the years between then and now. He's seen it in her eyes and written in what she doesn't tell him. Seen it hiding behind that joyously bright smile when she caught him eating poptarts in bed and spun up on too much coffee. ]
Yeah, from someone who doesn't bleed. [ He doesn't miss that wince and when she caves a little, he's there to steady her with his other hand up under her arm for support offered freely. Her attempt to distract would go a little better if he weren't half-holding her up and his pulse goes quick with worry, lips flattening into a thin line.
Still, he gives over a little, turning his cheek against her palm. ] Keep this up and I'll go gray on top. Not sure you could handle that much at once.
if i wasn't rude you would have to be super worried (thank you for your kindness)
if he turned grey, it would mean that he's alive. diana wonders if he feels it. does he feel alive amongst his feelings of displacement? he acts like steve, breathes like steve, slept rather noisily like steve... she's been wondering long before any mentions of a monkey's paw what the catch was for him being here, and she supposes this is it. she couldn't win her games in themyscira by taking a shortcut.
wishing him back had been a shortcut diana refuses to not take again and again and again. she'll figure this out, just as she had figured out how to be an amazonian warrior, a secret hero, a woman of man's world...
she inhales roughly and regretfully pulls her hand away from his cheek to press her palm against her rib beneath her armour. ] I think I'm healing. You shouldn't worry.
[ she's not healing, and she's a little worried. best he doesn't worry—she doesn't want him to be here and experience such negative, tumultuous emotions. ]