[ 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. ]
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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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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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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. ]