CAN YOU KEEP ME CLOSE,
An angel? The mere thought of that had an amused huff escaping Bucky as he shuffled a step back to give the boy some space. “Afraid not,” he rumbled, nose wrinkling. He couldn’t have been any farther from being angelic-like even if he tried. So whatever afterlife this youth was thinking of, this sure as hell wasn’t it. Still, that left Bucky with more questions than answers and he kept a careful eye on the younger male as he tried to right himself.
A task that seemed to be proving difficult, if the way he was struggling was anything to go off of. Bucky gave him a quick once over, taking in the scrapes, the bruises, and the painful way the youths skin looked. He nearly winced at the thought of how uncomfortable all of that must have been. A mountain exploding with fiery anger would certainly explain the sooty state, along with the injuries. What Bucky didn’t understand is how that could have possibly been this boy's fault.
He still looked so young. Of course, Bucky knew he and Liam hadn’t been much older when their own lives started to go south. “Careful,” he cautioned, stepping in closer again. He hesitated as he almost reached down to try and help steady the younger male, but he stopped, uncertain as to how he would react at a stranger's touch.
“No, no — I’ve never had wings,” Bucky explained, knowing some things in his life would have ended very differently if he had the ability to fly. As it was, the simple thought of being so high almost left Bucky queasy. He had no fondness for heights, and as he caught the way the colt was looking at the scars on his leg, he couldn’t help but shift his leg back just slightly. “No burns, either. S’from — something else,” he continued, “Take it easy gettin’ up. I can help if you need it, but don’t push yourself. Go slow.”
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A task that seemed to be proving difficult, if the way he was struggling was anything to go off of. Bucky gave him a quick once over, taking in the scrapes, the bruises, and the painful way the youths skin looked. He nearly winced at the thought of how uncomfortable all of that must have been. A mountain exploding with fiery anger would certainly explain the sooty state, along with the injuries. What Bucky didn’t understand is how that could have possibly been this boy's fault.
He still looked so young. Of course, Bucky knew he and Liam hadn’t been much older when their own lives started to go south. “Careful,” he cautioned, stepping in closer again. He hesitated as he almost reached down to try and help steady the younger male, but he stopped, uncertain as to how he would react at a stranger's touch.
“No, no — I’ve never had wings,” Bucky explained, knowing some things in his life would have ended very differently if he had the ability to fly. As it was, the simple thought of being so high almost left Bucky queasy. He had no fondness for heights, and as he caught the way the colt was looking at the scars on his leg, he couldn’t help but shift his leg back just slightly. “No burns, either. S’from — something else,” he continued, “Take it easy gettin’ up. I can help if you need it, but don’t push yourself. Go slow.”
@Aeon
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