[ she repeats his name to remember it, some of the nervousness slipping away. her guard is still very much up and she wills herself to calm down, to at least get her hands to stop freezing. no dominant will want to touch a freezing cold sub, would they? she exhales, breath visible because she can't help it, and turns to him once the door has been closed behind them. ]
I must warn you, [ elsa adds, holding her hands up. he is handsome in his own rugged way, a story to be told behind his eyes, and that makes it worse for her. ] I am not very warm to the touch, especially when my nerves get the best of me.
[He gives her a touch of a smile as some of her nerves seem to ease. Which he definitely understands; this place makes him uncomfortable too. Has his trying to be something that he's not, and there are so many people here with those lines down their throats and he wants to try and make this place better for them.
So he does what he can. But at the warning, his smile shifts into something a little more genuine, and there's a look in his eyes that's more understanding. She is not the first person still trying to get a handle on their powers that he's run across.]
Well, if it makes you feel any better-- [He reaches up, tugging the gloves off of his left hand, revealing bright silver metal, and there's that faint metallic sound as he flexes his fingers.] My hand isn't the warmest, either.
[It's something he's hidden with most people, but how else do you answer something like that, aside from with a piece of truth? He drags his other hand through his short hair with a slight tip of his head.] You have powers, right? It's okay. If something starts to make you nervous just tell me, and we'll work through it. It's not a big deal.
[Powers were hardly uncommon where he was from, some of his best friends had them. While the truth is that he'd prefer not to put her through this at all, he gets the sense that it's something she'll end up going through one way or another. So better with someone who listens, understands boundaries.
Bucky has familiarity with places that take away your choices, and he doesn't care for them. So he offers what he can.]
[ ah, he understands. elsa shouldn't be so surprised, not after her time in storybrooke where different types of magic exist in different people; she of all people should know never to judge a book by its cover anyway. it is comforting in its own way though that does little to ease the tension trapped in her shoulders and her hands.
her eyes drop to his metallic arm, widening in wonder as he flexes his bare fingers. with a purse of her lips, elsa opens her fingers and slowly turns her wrist as frost begins to cover her skin from fingertips to her upper arm. ]
Likewise for you, Bucky.
[ she exhales again, willing herself not to turn this place into an ice storm. ]
[He'd honestly be a little amused if he knew she was conflating his arm with magic but he also knew Stephen Strange, and as much as magic was outside of his sphere of influence, that in no way kept it out of his life. He can still see that there's tension in her body, but that's not surprising, really.
He watches the way the frost covers her skin, and she might notice that he doesn't seem particularly surprised by it. When even as a teenager he'd run around with people who could turn their body into fire, and then everything that he'd seen in the years since? He's more interested in helping her, if he can.
So he holds out his metal arm, but doesn't touch her, instead leaving that choice to her.]
[ science is something elsa understands but she has yet to wrap her head around human experimentation and the like. this will have to do for now until they're able to talk more. he reaches out and, for once not worrying about her own touch scaring someone, she takes his hand, slender fingers curling around his.
swallowing around the dryness of her throat, elsa looks up at him, blue eyes wide. they're only meant to test this table exercise out but it feels like so much more for her. she has never degraded herself like this. ]
I hope I do live up to the standards set by my name. [ a laugh follows but then – elsa blinks and her head jerks back slightly upon seeing connor pull up the image in the palm of his hand. not unlike some of the summoning magic she has seen but it reminds her more of those funny square boxes hook would fumble with. interesting. ]
Goodness
[ narrowing her eyes, she looks over the image he has shown her and nods, scratching her chin. ] Ah, I can see why you might have confused me for her. She looks like my sister, Anna, but with some of my features. Anna, however, has red hair and freckles. [ she twists her lips briefly at the thought of her sister before moving on. ]
Arendelle is a kingdom by the sea. That's where we both live.
I apologize, if I startled you. It's a function I was programmed with for investigative purposes.
[like id-ing a suspect on the run, but something tells him this is not quite the conversation to drop that in. he's getting better about determining what is and what is not polite or preferred among humans.]
Is your sister here as well?
[he carefully adds this information to the social profile he's building on elsa--the same he does with anyone he meets. a month ago it would have been something he relied on entirely when interacting with a human, but it appears his exposure to real emotions has made the transition smoother, less necessary to consult with his programmed mechanics rather than just asking the questions that come to him normally.]
It sounds...beautiful. I've never seen an ocean.
[he pauses to choose the word, sounding a bit stilted but no less sincere.]
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Date: 2019-01-18 02:23 am (UTC)bucky.
Date: 2019-01-18 02:27 am (UTC)Yes, that's me, Bucky.
[ she repeats his name to remember it, some of the nervousness slipping away. her guard is still very much up and she wills herself to calm down, to at least get her hands to stop freezing. no dominant will want to touch a freezing cold sub, would they? she exhales, breath visible because she can't help it, and turns to him once the door has been closed behind them. ]
I must warn you, [ elsa adds, holding her hands up. he is handsome in his own rugged way, a story to be told behind his eyes, and that makes it worse for her. ] I am not very warm to the touch, especially when my nerves get the best of me.
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Date: 2019-01-19 09:10 am (UTC)So he does what he can. But at the warning, his smile shifts into something a little more genuine, and there's a look in his eyes that's more understanding. She is not the first person still trying to get a handle on their powers that he's run across.]
Well, if it makes you feel any better-- [He reaches up, tugging the gloves off of his left hand, revealing bright silver metal, and there's that faint metallic sound as he flexes his fingers.] My hand isn't the warmest, either.
[It's something he's hidden with most people, but how else do you answer something like that, aside from with a piece of truth? He drags his other hand through his short hair with a slight tip of his head.] You have powers, right? It's okay. If something starts to make you nervous just tell me, and we'll work through it. It's not a big deal.
[Powers were hardly uncommon where he was from, some of his best friends had them. While the truth is that he'd prefer not to put her through this at all, he gets the sense that it's something she'll end up going through one way or another. So better with someone who listens, understands boundaries.
Bucky has familiarity with places that take away your choices, and he doesn't care for them. So he offers what he can.]
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Date: 2019-01-20 04:47 am (UTC)her eyes drop to his metallic arm, widening in wonder as he flexes his bare fingers. with a purse of her lips, elsa opens her fingers and slowly turns her wrist as frost begins to cover her skin from fingertips to her upper arm. ]
Likewise for you, Bucky.
[ she exhales again, willing herself not to turn this place into an ice storm. ]
Let's try this.
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Date: 2019-01-21 09:36 pm (UTC)He watches the way the frost covers her skin, and she might notice that he doesn't seem particularly surprised by it. When even as a teenager he'd run around with people who could turn their body into fire, and then everything that he'd seen in the years since? He's more interested in helping her, if he can.
So he holds out his metal arm, but doesn't touch her, instead leaving that choice to her.]
Take my hand.
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Date: 2019-01-22 04:49 am (UTC)swallowing around the dryness of her throat, elsa looks up at him, blue eyes wide. they're only meant to test this table exercise out but it feels like so much more for her. she has never degraded herself like this. ]
connor.
Date: 2019-01-18 02:34 am (UTC)I hope I do live up to the standards set by my name. [ a laugh follows but then – elsa blinks and her head jerks back slightly upon seeing connor pull up the image in the palm of his hand. not unlike some of the summoning magic she has seen but it reminds her more of those funny square boxes hook would fumble with. interesting. ]
Goodness
[ narrowing her eyes, she looks over the image he has shown her and nods, scratching her chin. ] Ah, I can see why you might have confused me for her. She looks like my sister, Anna, but with some of my features. Anna, however, has red hair and freckles. [ she twists her lips briefly at the thought of her sister before moving on. ]
Arendelle is a kingdom by the sea. That's where we both live.
(no subject)
Date: 2019-01-22 04:43 am (UTC)[like id-ing a suspect on the run, but something tells him this is not quite the conversation to drop that in. he's getting better about determining what is and what is not polite or preferred among humans.]
Is your sister here as well?
[he carefully adds this information to the social profile he's building on elsa--the same he does with anyone he meets. a month ago it would have been something he relied on entirely when interacting with a human, but it appears his exposure to real emotions has made the transition smoother, less necessary to consult with his programmed mechanics rather than just asking the questions that come to him normally.]
It sounds...beautiful. I've never seen an ocean.
[he pauses to choose the word, sounding a bit stilted but no less sincere.]