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TEST DRIVE MEME #42
Arrival
"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.
It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, And it seems to linger for a long time. There is nothing at all. It must be lonely. But it won’t be forever.
Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.
Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.
The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"
Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."
On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.
After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."
They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be an old fashioned kingdom.
The demon stationed outside the entrance looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their weary bodies, or recommend ways to spend their time while they're in these new lands. Sorry about the confusion, Hell is just undergoing some rather unhappy changes.
Stand Your Ground
The mermaids have been contained and returned to Mammon or destroyed, depending on just how naughty they were, and something resembling calm has returned to Mammon's lands! Mostly. We'll just ignore the pesky looming threat of a cult insistent on the death of all things. Mammon has his army on it. They will be kept at bay, so relax and enjoy the final month inthese lands!
Besides, now that the villainous (according to Mammon) Dreq has been apprehended and locked in the basements next to Barbas, no one has to worry about siren songs drawing them out to the waters. He is in his dragon form now, chained securely to the floor. Visitors are allowed, but it is ill-advised. Anyone who attempts to plot with him or free him will find themselves in a cell for up to three days.
Other than finally taking care of one menace, it seems that Mammon's lands have taken on a very loud pink, red, and white theme for February. Heart decorations abound, along with the sickly sweet smell of roses and perfume lingering in the air everywhere. It seems like Mammon's demons take the season of love very seriously and the excitement is in the air wherever you go.
With a more debauched tone to it. They're demons and don't quite understand love so much as possession and greed and lust, but ah well... it's the thought that counts.
Lilith is also rather busy overseeing the construction of a platform where the portal to and from Mammon's island and Penance will stand. It's a joyous thing, she insists, showing two lands in Hell coming together in ways not generally done. She promises that it will be ready for all to use very soon. Not only that, but it will be remaining open!
That means going forward, Hell is going to be an even bigger space than usual, with commute between two majestic kingdoms very possible.
Reach Up High
PROMPT I Punishments can only be pushed back and forgotten for so long before Lucifer has to listen to his Father and dole out his duties. At least he was thoughtful enough to keep this one Valentine's themed! Maybe with just a tiny bit of input from their gracious host.
Starting in the morning at the beginning of February, sinners may receive a candy heart. A goblin will come knocking early, tap, tap, tapping until the door is opened at last. "A heart full just for you!" it will squeak out, shoving the tiny heart-shaped box at the recipient before rushing off.
Looking inside, there will be an actual human heart that seems to still beat somehow. Upon it is carved a sin from another sinner. Great or small written out, there's a letter contained within the box explaining the game.
A sinner was chosen at random to have their heart plucked from their chest. While the sinner lives still, the recipient of the heart will have to decide if the sin is worthy of forgiveness. If so, they may return the heart to its owner.
If not? The recipient may choose to keep the heart and in a matter of two days, the sinner will die and revive. Alternatively, the recipient may choose to control the unfortunate sinner and guide them into redeeming themselves however they so choose.Or whatever mischief they decide.
Of course, if the recipient of the heart chooses to manipulate the owner, they will gain the sin of manipulation added to their list.
If the recipient decides the sin is worthy of forgiveness, both sinners will receive one sin each removed from their lists.
If the sinner is allowed to die, then they will have failed this challenge and no sins will be removed from either contract.
To return the heart, recipients will be able to magically place the heart back in the owner's chest.
Prompt II Mammon has a simple request of sinners, and the promise of removing one sin as a reward! Earlier in the month, a host of critters were let loose. Most of them are harmless, but they are spreading throughout Hell like wildfire, populating the dimension rapidly. Mammon asks that sinners round them up and return them to the local demons. Adopting them will be acceptable if sinners take care of them. Mammon is a bit sentimental! Don't treat the little fellows badly.
Follow Me Down
PROMPT I While most of the creatures Dreq and company freed were captured, there seems to be some precocious little cherub-like fairies fluttering around, complete with little heart arrows they are not afraid to use.
Instead of malice, these little guys do genuinely think they're helping by flying around and shooting unsuspecting people with their miniature arrows!
Depending on the type, multiple effects can happen, including:
Prompt II After the demonic hosted dating app goes live, sinners who match are invited to one of the local taverns for a very romantic affair! All tables are decorated with pink and white clothes, with rose petals scattered about. There are pink drinks being served, both alcoholic and non, as well as heart-shaped steaks. Jars of white chocolates are on each table to pick at while guests enjoy their company for the evening. Romantic music even plays in the background!
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the February 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
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It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.
It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.
And so you do.
Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, And it seems to linger for a long time. There is nothing at all. It must be lonely. But it won’t be forever.
Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.
Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.
The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"
Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."
On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.
After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."
They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be an old fashioned kingdom.
The demon stationed outside the entrance looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their weary bodies, or recommend ways to spend their time while they're in these new lands. Sorry about the confusion, Hell is just undergoing some rather unhappy changes.
Stand Your Ground
The mermaids have been contained and returned to Mammon or destroyed, depending on just how naughty they were, and something resembling calm has returned to Mammon's lands! Mostly. We'll just ignore the pesky looming threat of a cult insistent on the death of all things. Mammon has his army on it. They will be kept at bay, so relax and enjoy the final month inthese lands!
Besides, now that the villainous (according to Mammon) Dreq has been apprehended and locked in the basements next to Barbas, no one has to worry about siren songs drawing them out to the waters. He is in his dragon form now, chained securely to the floor. Visitors are allowed, but it is ill-advised. Anyone who attempts to plot with him or free him will find themselves in a cell for up to three days.
Other than finally taking care of one menace, it seems that Mammon's lands have taken on a very loud pink, red, and white theme for February. Heart decorations abound, along with the sickly sweet smell of roses and perfume lingering in the air everywhere. It seems like Mammon's demons take the season of love very seriously and the excitement is in the air wherever you go.
With a more debauched tone to it. They're demons and don't quite understand love so much as possession and greed and lust, but ah well... it's the thought that counts.
Lilith is also rather busy overseeing the construction of a platform where the portal to and from Mammon's island and Penance will stand. It's a joyous thing, she insists, showing two lands in Hell coming together in ways not generally done. She promises that it will be ready for all to use very soon. Not only that, but it will be remaining open!
That means going forward, Hell is going to be an even bigger space than usual, with commute between two majestic kingdoms very possible.
Reach Up High
PROMPT I Punishments can only be pushed back and forgotten for so long before Lucifer has to listen to his Father and dole out his duties. At least he was thoughtful enough to keep this one Valentine's themed! Maybe with just a tiny bit of input from their gracious host.
Starting in the morning at the beginning of February, sinners may receive a candy heart. A goblin will come knocking early, tap, tap, tapping until the door is opened at last. "A heart full just for you!" it will squeak out, shoving the tiny heart-shaped box at the recipient before rushing off.
Looking inside, there will be an actual human heart that seems to still beat somehow. Upon it is carved a sin from another sinner. Great or small written out, there's a letter contained within the box explaining the game.
A sinner was chosen at random to have their heart plucked from their chest. While the sinner lives still, the recipient of the heart will have to decide if the sin is worthy of forgiveness. If so, they may return the heart to its owner.
If not? The recipient may choose to keep the heart and in a matter of two days, the sinner will die and revive. Alternatively, the recipient may choose to control the unfortunate sinner and guide them into redeeming themselves however they so choose.
Of course, if the recipient of the heart chooses to manipulate the owner, they will gain the sin of manipulation added to their list.
If the recipient decides the sin is worthy of forgiveness, both sinners will receive one sin each removed from their lists.
If the sinner is allowed to die, then they will have failed this challenge and no sins will be removed from either contract.
To return the heart, recipients will be able to magically place the heart back in the owner's chest.
Prompt II Mammon has a simple request of sinners, and the promise of removing one sin as a reward! Earlier in the month, a host of critters were let loose. Most of them are harmless, but they are spreading throughout Hell like wildfire, populating the dimension rapidly. Mammon asks that sinners round them up and return them to the local demons. Adopting them will be acceptable if sinners take care of them. Mammon is a bit sentimental! Don't treat the little fellows badly.
Follow Me Down
PROMPT I While most of the creatures Dreq and company freed were captured, there seems to be some precocious little cherub-like fairies fluttering around, complete with little heart arrows they are not afraid to use.
Instead of malice, these little guys do genuinely think they're helping by flying around and shooting unsuspecting people with their miniature arrows!
Depending on the type, multiple effects can happen, including:
The effects will last up to 24 hours and be focused on the first person the sinner puts eyes on. These little pests will remain fluttering around for the next couple of weeks, so it is possible that sinners will have multiple encounters during this time! Might as well try to enjoy it!Lust Love Obsession Hatred Envy
Prompt II After the demonic hosted dating app goes live, sinners who match are invited to one of the local taverns for a very romantic affair! All tables are decorated with pink and white clothes, with rose petals scattered about. There are pink drinks being served, both alcoholic and non, as well as heart-shaped steaks. Jars of white chocolates are on each table to pick at while guests enjoy their company for the evening. Romantic music even plays in the background!
Wildcard/Misc. Don't see something you love but still want to get a feel for the game? Check out our extensive list of LOCATIONS and write up your very own prompt however you'd like to! You can also add a "NETWORK" post option to your TL for quick, easy, and fun interactions.
And without further ado: Welcome to our new TDM for the February 1st app round! As always, potential appers and characters already in game are welcomed to jump right in! This TDM counts as an additional game event as well as game canon for those coming into the game. If you app and are accepted, TDM tags become game canon and can be used for AC! Please have fun and don't hesitate to ask any questions you might have down below.
If you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc., go here.
Rules | Taken | Reserves | Applications
Network | Logs | OOC | Memes
Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA warnings in prompts
A.) Bucky has someone else's heart
cw: heart organ gore
He dreads having to make some sort of post, but he might have to, he realizes, if someone doesn't come forward. He doesn't want to have to ask anyone about it, either, the heart in the box next to him.
Desperate, he sighs, lifts up the box and whispers to it, "Can you bring your owner to me?" It's worth a shot, right?
Maybe the owner of the heart is nearby and will feel a tug in his direction.
Reach Up High Prompt 1
B.) Someone else has Bucky's heart
cw: heart organ gore
When it's turned around on him, when Bucky can tell his own heart has been ripped out, when there's a vague, throbbing pain in his chest, but nothing beats?
Struggling to breathe, he stumbles through the castle, the gardens, the city around Mammon's castle, everywhere, searching for the person that has his heart.
At least, he feels he should walk in a certain direction. As he gets closer, he feels less uncomfortable, though the pain seems to increase. When he finds someone with one of those familiar boxes with them, he points to it.
"That's mine." They should just give it back, he seems to think, but things don't always work that way, do they.
On the heart, the sin carved into it is Avoidance.
Follow Me Down Prompt 1
A.) Love Arrow Mutual
One moment Bucky feels a minor, but sharp pang, the next, he doesn't care. His body posture soften, his facial features sharpen from suspicious of everything and staying to a gentle gaze.
He locks eyes with the first person he sees and starts to walk over to them.
"Sure you don't want to go somewhere...more private with me?"
Follow Me Down Prompt 1
B.) Obsession Arrow (hitting someone else)
cw: possessiveness, violence
He's not a stranger the arrow situation going on, but it's starting to get annoying. When someone approaches him, he doesn't considering even what arrow they might have been hit with.
"You need something?"
Wildcard: Everything else goes here. Want Bucky obsessed with your character, or lust arrows? Envy? I'm down.
[Personalized prompts in comments. Even if we don't have plans, feel free to put in a prompt or discuss ideas with this journal, on plurk
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Part of him wonders if the water would help, but that's discarded. This isn't from lack of water.
This is--
"That's mine!" He manages roughly, eyes narrowing. He isn't sure what's worse, the obvious Vibranium Bucky is showing off in that arm of his or the fact he clutches his heart in his hands.
"Give it back."
He hasn't quite realized Ramonda is carved into the heart.
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But the name. His eyes catch it and his whole body tenses. He shoves the heart back in the box and keeps it away from Namor. His chest clenches and narrowed eyes turn on Namor.
"What did you do Ramonda? Why is her name on your heart, Namor?"
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He heard the question, but the fact that Wakanda sees fit to share its Vibranium with an outsider, with some American who is no doubt under his government's protection again-- that is rather infuriating.
"What did you do to earn that?"
He will answer about Ramonda later.
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"I do. I don't need to answer that. You need to tell me why Ramonda's name is on your heart," Bucky repeats himself, standing up a little taller.
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"Tell me about your arm. You do need to answer that."
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"I'll tell you about my arm after you explain this." As he says that, he lifts the heart from the box, teeth clenched. His hand is rigid, but he holds back and tries not to squeeze it. Casualty of war. Ramonda...was gone?
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"There was an American scientist that created technology that could find Vibranium. I asked that Wakanda give her to me. A long story short, the queen's actions forced my hand and ruined any hope of an alliance between our people. My intention had been only the scientist still, but the queen couldn't resist intervening."
He straightens a bit, walking closer to Bucky, eyes locking on his. "Now you tell me why it is an outsider has Vibranium on their body... what gives you the right?"
*understandable if that one is difficult to deal with, I can change it if need be
"The queen's?" His anger gives way for bigger concern. "Where was T'Challa in all of this?"
What right did he have? Really? Bucky walks forward as well.
"This arm was a gift from T'Challa and Shuri. To help me help them in the fight against Thanos. To keep him from destroying half all of life, like he ended up doing because we failed."
His vibranium hand, again, squeezes on Namor's heart. "Where the hell were you? Too afraid to reveal yourself to the world to help?"*
It's cool!!
"And what else would you call it?" If he expects Namor to grovel over it-- well, they both may be waiting for a very long time.
"The king is dead. An illness from what I understand." When Bucky stalks forward, it's tempting to reach out and either take what is his or wring his neck. He doesn't have the time or the patience for this, especially to tolerate insults from a man who knows nothing.
"Afraid?" There's a strained huff, lips curling in a brief, cruel smile as he finally reaches out to grab for Bucky's wrist. "Tell me why would I save your kind? I have seen the things that you do, what you are capable of. The cruelty, the enslavement, the greed. No, I chose what would keep my people safe."
His eyes narrow. "Give me back my heart so that this can be an equal exchange."
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The king is dead. That's their future? Is this is how it's always going to be? Always going to feel? He feels a tightness in his own chest. Is this is how it's going to be when it's Sam?
"Take your stupid heart," he shoves it in Namor's direction. There's just one thing he has to ask. "Did you see Shuri in all of this?"
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There's irritation at the casual way he calls them T'Challa, Shuri. why they would let an outsider so close, he can't fathom.
"Of course I did. I thought she would be agreeable about an alliance." His jaw tightens briefly.
"The princess is... fierce. Determined. She is alive and well if you are worried."
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At least Namor speaking of Shuri gets a twinge of Bucky's lips, only in the corner.
"She is. I'm not worried about her handling you." He would be surprised about Shuri not being agreeable to an alliance, if it hadn't been for the sin Namor was forced to speak of. "But I doubt she's well. She's lost her whole family."
She hasn't, but Bucky doesn't know that part.
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Follow me down A)
"I would go anywhere with you." And she knows it to be utterly, undeniably true.
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"We should...." He doesn't fall like this, he doesn't act like this, but it's like Bucky can't help himself.
"I need to hear your voice, more. It's more beautiful than an angel's." Yes, he's starting to wax poetic about Daisy.
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Her face lights up when she agrees, her eyes looking at him with a soft and expression. Before she realizes that she is doing so, she reaches for his hand and tangles his fingers with hers, her breath catching because of how right and perfect it feels.
"You can hear my voice as much as you like," she replies, only to blush. How can this beautiful, wonderful man compare anything about her to an angel? It doesn't make sense but it fills her heart with so much joy that she doesn't care.
"Let's go...?" she asks, her voice full of hope.
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Bucky holds Daisy's hand in return, and so gently, clasps her in hand in both of his.
"I would like that. Please, tell me about your day. Everything that happened. When did you wake up? What did you eat?"
And as he speaks, he moves to only hold one of her hands, and walks them toward a cafe he heard of.
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Her heart skips the biggest of beats just at that slight touch. They should always be holding hands. Yes, she'd love that.
"About my day? But nothing happened. Not until I saw you," Daisy giggles, her eyes gleaming with a happiness she has never known before. Not like this, safe and pure and just wonderful. She follows him, of course she does. She meant it when she told him she'd go everywhere with him.
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If they ever stop holding hands, he wants to cut his both off. Even the metal one.
"My hands have no meaning, no purpose in life, if they're not holding yours," Bucky whispers to Daisy.
He continues to take her to the room he's been sharing with Steve, but clearly, they need their own cabin, now. "I'm going to get my clothes, then let's go collect your things. Then we need to tell the demon that assigns rooms we need a cabin. Only a cabin in the woods is romantic enough for you."
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But what if she does the same? Then they will just have four disembodied hands and no way to touch each other anymore. And that just wouldn't do at all.
"Then never let go. I want to hold onto you forever. There's nothing that could keep me from you," Daisy tells him in return. She wants to hold his hand and hug him and kiss him and just be with him forever, basking in his presence, listening to every breath he draws, getting lost inside his blue eyes.
As he shares his plan with her she starts to nod her head enthusiastically. It sounds perfect. Just the two of them, away from everything. "I want that. To be there with you."
But suddenly her loving smile flickers and her eyes drop from his, her hand clenching his ever so slightly as the expression cabin in the woods triggers something deep inside of her. A memory. Her hands moving to remove a wooden panel on the wall, unearthing the vibranium underneath, the Hulk's fist engrained in the otherwise sleek material. Coulson's voice telling her that Cap had stayed there after the ice ... It's like her whole body locks up completely for a moment and she just stares ahead, unseeing.
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No hands to hold each other would be a travesty! It's not allowed.
"Never, we'll never let go," Bucky insists. It almost pains him to use his hands to pack, instead of hold her close, use his lips to speak instead of kiss her, but he has to get this done. They need to get together, immediately. Why was he living with Steve? What was he thinking?
"Daisy?" Concerned, he stops packing at once and goes to Daisy's side, aiming to put an arm around her.
"If that's no good, we can get a room here, instead. I'll trade my arm for a better room. We'll get the best room we can."
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"Never," she repeats back at him, her lips pulling into a smile so joyful and bright, as if there is no darkness in her heart, no room for any pain or bad memories here with them. Not when they can instead just be blissfully happy with one another.
Daisy blinks when he calls her name, once, twice. And just like that the images disappear again, replaced by him, only him. She relaxes visibly, seeking his touch, being held by him. Anything he is willing to give she will gladly, happily welcome and take for herself.
"I would like that," she tells him in a voice that is soft and just slightly unsure, though she wouldn't be able to say why if prompted. "It will be the best room, no matter which one it is because you will be there." Daisy reaches out, touching his arm lovingly, cherishing and adoring it just like the rest of him. It shows in her eyes. "I won't let you give any part of you away. I need you more than I could ever need a stupid room. Every single inch of you."
Skip to room together?
Of course, he can't give away his arm. He would have one less to hold Daisy with. She smiles at him so brightly, and Bucky just squeezes her hand, happy to see her smile. He doesn't even need anything for himself, just Daisy's joy.
"Then I won't give it away. But we will get a room for us. We can tell Mammon we're married and need a suite together," Bucky assures her. He takes her hand and heads for where they can explain to the demons they need to room together.
Yup!
"Married," she mumbles, barely a noise at all, and trails behind Bucky never letting go. They arrive at the suite soon after, Mammon having agreed all too readily. Maybe they should be suspicious of such a turn of events, usually they would be, but not today, not when everything is bright and pink and Daisy's heart is so full of love for this man next to her it might burst at any moment.
The key to the room shakes in her hand as she slips it into the lock before she manages to unlock it, suddenly overcome with the sensation of thousands of butterflies spreading their wings in her stomach and she looks back at him, her eyes finding his, finding the place they belong. She smiles, the feeling of nervousness replaced by excitement and a happiness she has never felt before. It makes her content, makes her daring.
"Is it cheesy if I really want you to carry me across the threshold?"
Re: Yup!
"Yes. Married, Mrs. Barnes. Or do you want me to take your last name? I'll do that if you want." He sees her hand shake, and he reaches out to cover Daisy's hand with his own, steady eagerness, rock solid and certain in his joy.
"It's cheesy," Bucky teases her in a soft voice, even as he reaches down to scoop her up, "but I was going to do it anyway." With that, he pulls Daisy into his arms and grins. "We think alike."
With that, he walks Daisy across the threshold in his strong arms.
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