[ There's a small pile of things by Steve's bedside now, drawings of him and Bucky and Sam (when he sits still long enough) and Straton and various places in the Drabwurld. There are notes describing the things that have happened, an obsidian necklace that acts as a communication device, a gold swan from May, and pleas to wake up in every single one even if they aren't spelled out. For his birthday, Ariadne carefully fastens a leather cuff around his wrist, presses a kiss to his lips, and leaves another note. ]
Happy birthday, Steve.
The cuff is enchanted; nothing too special, but if you trail your finger over the star from the first point and go all the way around, you'll hear music.
"Non, je ne regrette rien Car ma vie, car mes joies Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi"
july 2701
Happy birthday, Steve.
The cuff is enchanted; nothing too special, but if you trail your finger over the star from the first point and go all the way around, you'll hear music.
"Non, je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie, car mes joies
Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi"
Always,
Ariadne