steve rogers (shieldtoss) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-05-25 15:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | laura kinney (ww) |
Who: Lil Steve and OTA
When: Saturday morning
Where: By a tree, near the pond.
What: Finding some zen. Or something.
Rating: PG-13, to be safe.
Steve just needed a moment to keep his mind from racing. Since arriving, he'd had plenty of time alone. Mostly self-imposed. Getting a lay of the land, of the people, and trying to figure out a way back home, it made a kind of unfiltered noise that kept him from relaxing or focusing. Eventually, though, when he realized there were smarter men than he who were stumped by this place, it made him realize his focus, instead, should be on doing what he could right now. Most of it meant scavenging for supplies. Setting up a routine.
For now, though, he sat at the base of a tree in the early morning. Out of habit, he was always up right before the rising of the sun. Maybe it was the soldier in him. Or maybe he was just always more of a morning person. Either way, there was something about seeing the sunrise that always felt calming. Maybe it reminded him of his youth. Or maybe it made him appreciate how lucky he was, despite how often it didn't feel that way, to be seeing such a site when so many of his friends were not.
So, to find his zen, he sat on the cool grass, sketch pad in his lap, an art pencil in his hand, and he lost himself in his art. He wasn't the best (if you asked him), but it was one of the few things he was good at. When Steve allowed himself to be immersed, everything else fell away. In this moment, nothing mattered but his subject and what came onto the page.