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Steve Rogers COURT Seelie TITLE Description. OCCUPATION Description. ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Description. RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Description. RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Description. MAJOR EVENTS HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS Steve will be sleeping through the majority of the timeskip. SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS A brief summary of what your character will have done/accomplished/experienced over the timeskip. TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH -Warm-ups APRIL 15 -Harps! DATE -zzz SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -zzz FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -zzz WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DATE -zzz DATE -zzz DATE -Wakes up from enchanted sleep. SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description

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[starspangled]

[Steve reminds himself to be gentle, to not crush her, because he could, he wants to hold her that close to him. He tastes the tears in her kiss, feels their wetness pressed against his own cheeks. It makes him pour everything that he can into each returned kiss, apology, reassurance, affection. And he's not putting her down anytime soon.

He holds her as she sobs against his shoulder, stroking his hand against her hair, heart pounding in his chest. He doesn't want to do that to her again. He has to figure out what caused it, how to stop it. He never wants to be the reason that she cries ever again.]

I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here. And I'm sorry.

[boutant]

[ The last thing she wants to do is hurt him, and Ariadne tries to calm down. It wasn't his fault that he was asleep. She tries to breathe deeper, tries to calm down, shuddering in his arms. He strokes her hair and it's amazing just how much she missed such a simple thing, how much just that touch soothes her. ]

Wasn't your fault, [ she sniffs, making herself look up from his shoulder, eyes red, tears still falling. Ariadne wants to look at him, though; she's spent a lot of time looking, but she's missed his eyes. Her palm comes up to stroke along his cheek, forehead resting against his. ]

I missed you.

[starspangled]

Yeah, I kind of noticed.

[From the notes and little gifts that she left. Steve smiles at her as he reaches up to brush a tear away with his thumb, kisses away a second before pressing his forehead against hers again. His arms lock around her, holding her comfortably against him, and it feels like there's nothing in the world strong enough to break that hold.]

Now you're stuck with me again.

[boutant]

They're not all from me.

[ Just... a lot of them. Some are for Bucky, but she had tried to keep them apart as things steadily accumulated the more they slept. ]

Good.

[ She could stay right in his arms forever, if given half a chance. Her tears are slowing down, Ariadne distracted by the fact that he's awake and with her again, at least for now. ]

I don't know if you noticed, but I kind of like you.

[starspangled]

I've noticed that too.

[He smiles at her, and at the fact that fewer and fewer tears are starting to fall. Steve kisses the tip of her nose. What? It's adorable.]

I hope you've noticed that I kind of like you too.

[boutant]

[ Oh no, speaking of adorable.

Ariadne smiles back, brushing her nose against his. ]

I hoped so, yeah.

[ Now don't mind her burrowing closer again. ]

You should look at everything that was left for you.

[starspangled]

Do I have to? I think I have the best view right here.

[He's joking though, knowing that he needs to look at everything, that maybe it'll help him understand whatever has happened while he was asleep. Steve carries her over to the bed, settles them both there with Ari still in his lap.

He takes a deep breath and starts with the notes first.]

[boutant]

Good thing I'm not planning on moving.

[ And she doesn't. Shifts a bit, sure, enough to get comfortable -- and see what he's looking at, because she wrote a lot of them but not all of them, and she wants to know which one he's reading at any given time if at all possible -- but doesn't leave. Her head settles on his shoulder, fingers idly stroking whatever's in reach, wandering across him.

She'll answer any questions, add in details, but mostly she's focused on the sound of his breathing, his heartbeat, the way he moves as he unfolds the notes. ]