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[bracchium]

желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question.	печь There will always be a lie in believe.
один Whatever is static is dead.	рассвет The world is too quiet.

( CODE BY WHAMBAM )

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[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Nothing lasts forever, Sam knows that. But like this - well, it's easy to believe that maybe they can do this, that maybe they can actually pull this off. This is why he fights, for moments like this when they can be happy. He'll hold onto it, and to their camping trip and their time on Waypoint in that shitty studio with all those alien baby birds.

He slides one hand up Bucky's back, enough to be able to play with the braids in his hair. ]

( I don't care about what we need to do right now. I want you, I want this. And it's okay for you to want it, too. ) [ There's a pause, and it's clear in Sam's mind that he's unsure, that he doesn't want Bucky to feel like he should want it just because Sam does. And he knows that Bucky does, he's felt him want Sam's presence before, but that doesn't mean he's gotta do it all the time. ] ( And it's okay for you not to, too. I know you can't always tell me, but I'll pick it up. )

[bracchium]

[Bucky doesn't mind the fingers curling up over the ends of his braids. He hasn't seen fit to cut his hair since arriving on the station and it was long enough to braid before. Now, he's got some decent length on it, making it easier to maintain in the braids than before. Sam's memories mingle with his own, remind him that they have this at the end of the day, at the end of the mission.

Sam doesn't really need to ask if Bucky wants him, wants whatever their relationship has turned into, because he does, a whole heck of a lot more than he ever expected to.

Still, there are times that deserve verbalization and this is one of those times.] ( I do. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ It's something Sam appreciates, honestly, though he's sure as hell not gonna tell Bucky that he likes his hair long. Not more than what Bucky can probably pick up when Sam braids his hair, anyway.

Which is also something that Sam appreciates, mostly, the fact that they don't really have to talk to get things across sometimes - but he loves it when Bucky does, anyway. He's not sure he could explain why, except maybe some combination of liking Bucky's voice and it being a good sign when he's able to verbalize, but there it is. His free hand moves in absent circles, catches on the hem of Bucky's shirt, and settles, fingertips resting against skin. ]

( It's yours. )

[ All of it: the shared mental space, the physical contact, the mutual support, working together to chase away the programming, the teasing and hassling and goofing off, everything that's between them. As long as Bucky wants Sam, he's got him. ]