Steve Rogers (defrosted) wrote in angellogs, @ 2017-12-11 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !scrooge's nightmare, balthier, steve rogers (captain america) |
Who: Balthier, Steve [open]
When: Before Saturday
Where: A Christmas night market
What: Balthier’s helping watch a stall for a friend since they’re sick with a cold. There’s mulled cider, some assorted holiday stalls, and some live music going on down in the park.
Rating/Warnings: Possible creepy ghosts, threads will be tagged if something comes up.
Status: In progress
The snow, at least, is more pretty than cold or heavy, and it’s right now just mostly the occasional blowing swirl of snow being chased by kids. There’s some storytelling going on in the park, along with some live music, and the church building has a choir practice going on. The entire market smells like a mix of pine and hot cider and cinnamon. It’s also cozily warm near the space heater.
Balthier returns, smiling at Steve. “I come bearing snacks. Since if I’m planning on having a short nap while you watch things and sketch, I thought I should. The lady selling pastries was sure we wouldn’t want to try some of everything she had.” But - well - he’s shopping for super soldier appetites. He’s got a thermos of coffee from the cafe, and his siblings should be by later. He thinks they may’ve gone to the archery range.
“That’s amazing.” Steve smiles. He doesn’t really physically have any problems with the cold, but emotionally? He’s sort of glad it’s warm here. There are times that being somewhere cold, and not knowing when he’ll get out start to feel...confining. He’s not sure if he absorbed that from after he woke up, or some subconscious thing that he remembers, but the bright lights and the music definitely help with that.
He’s got a sketchbook spread out next to him, and some colored pencils in case he wants to add some detail to something or other, and so far, things seem mostly calm. “The turnout looks good.”
“It does. I’m not sure I am going to see my siblings when they get here, but they’ll probably find me first.” Balthier unloads the containers he brought. “Warm pastries here, some sweet ones, and so on. These thin round ones have basically carmel between two thin - crispy crepes? I don’t know how to describe it.”
“If they have directions, probably.” Steve agrees, “And oh nice. That sounds like it’ll be really good.” And he DOES like that they’re still warm. There’s a part of him that wants to get Balthier’s take on a couple things, but he’s not sure now’s a good time to do it. He doesn’t want to drag the conversation down with asking about how off Clint seems lately, since he knows they hang out a bit, or bringing up the frankly awful dream of Bucky falling from the train that he’s been having. “Hey uh, not now, but maybe after you rest, would you mind if I run a few things by you that are on my mind? Things have been a little weird lately and you’re one of the reasonable people I know who isn’t exactly directly involved.”
Balthier tilts his head and stretches his back. “Sure? It sounds like something that might be better to do now, but - you’re right. Rest first. We’ve got as long as you’re out here, after all.”
"Tonight, I'm all yours." Steve assures him with a little nod. "Go on back and get some sleep, you look like you could use it."