[When she had believed Steve had been lost, the world had seemed such a dark and terrible place. And part of her never wished the man to ever know just how far she fell in that moment all because she thought him gone. Would he still look at her the way he did if he knew?
Regardless, finding him in the rubble had been a miracle. Almost like being able to breathe again... Now it took so much of her self-control to not just reach out at times to let her fingers graze over him or to check to see if his heart was beating or breath was still in him. She kept that fear to herself, her dark eyes often wandering over to him to linger when she thought he wouldn't notice.
She'd been so caught up in those thoughts, she nearly missed his question. When it hit her, she looked away. The sword she had thought to be the only weapon against Ares, the sword gifted to her mother and the Amazons...] It broke in the battle.
[Her voice stayed quiet before she chanced a glance toward him, the subtler but still there feeling of loss evident in her eyes.] It is lost.
[ Oh. And it was a personal item, one of the few objects Diana took from Themyscira. Steve took far more from Paradise and sometimes, he does feel a pang of guilt at that, even if it was Diana's decision, not his. He wavers between sympathy and being light-hearted as he clears his throat, dust in his eyes. ]
Why are you sorry? [Her expression softened as she moved closer. Only hesitating a moment, she finally reached out and softly trailed her fingers down the side of his face.] I was the one that broke it.
[Or rather, Ares broke it. But she doesn't want to think about it. Or remember the way it looked as it shattered in her hands. Because very little of all she owned in her long life in Themyscira remained. But she gave that up, and she knows it.
No matter how much it hurts.
Though his next words cause her to blink, eyes finding his for a long moment. A small smile pulled at her lips as she slowly offered her hand to him.] I would like that very much...
[ Steve leans into her touch easily, his own hand rising up to brush against her knuckles. She feels so warm from the fight while Steve still feels cold from falling through the air. He tugs it closer to brush his lips against it, finger-light in case she doesn't like it. ]
[She huffs out a soft breathless laugh before leaning closer and wrapping her arms about him. Diana feels the chill of his skin and slips her hands over his cheeks and neck, sharing some of her warmth as best she can. Tipping her head, she pressed a kiss to his temple before turning her head to press into the line of his neck quietly.
He's alive. He's there with her. And that makes her want to just stay there and hold him and not even move.]
Mm... we could go to older markets. Find blacksmiths? Do those still exist?
[ He hasn't lost feeling anywhere. Just the sensation of falling, of putting his life on the line, of that bone certainty that this was the end. He felt dizzy, but Steve knew it was mostly in his mind. He shakes his legs before giving her a faint smile. ]
[Perhaps amidst the genuine worry, she actually just wants to stay close as well. But she won't ask. Not if she thinks he is not for the idea. She realizes in his world, this world... women aren't the one to do that sort of thing. Still, she offers a hand to him, with just a glimmer of hope in her gaze.]
[ There's no hesitation in taking her hand. Steve has seen Diana at work. And it was his own benefit as well. He's reluctant to take his eyes off her, reluctant to even interrupt her. Just a few hours ago, he thought he'd never see her again. ]
[Her laugh is soft as she takes his hand and pulls him carefully to his feet. She's also exhausted so she's doing her best mostly to just balance them. Even if that means she's circling her arms about his waist as he rights himself.]
Always, Steve. I'll always catch you. [However she can... even if sometimes she knows she may not be able to.]
[Maybe it is just because she nearly lost him, but she uses that hold around his waist and lightly touches her forehead to his shoulder gently. She just wants to be close, feel his heart beat and know he is really alive.]
I know we will. We should get you somewhere you can rest... get warmed up.
[Shifting to press into his side under his arm, she curls her arm about his waist, worrying about possibly upsetting any wounds... but still determined to get him out of the elements. It's cold. His skin is colder.
So she keeps him close and moves away from the fires and debris of battle not really sure where would be best for them to move away to. But moving is better than just standing there and she knows the others will follow suit soon.]
[She can't help it when she laughs breathlessly. Just a quick puff of warm breath on the cold air before she curls her arm about his waist and helps him move across the littered battle field.]
I imagine so. I'm just... so happy you're alright. For a moment... I...
[She presses her lips together in a thin line as she fights that surge of emotion that threatens to bubble up in her throat.]
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shamechamber2017-06-18 08:45 am
Sorry! Cousin insisted we game. XD
Regardless, finding him in the rubble had been a miracle. Almost like being able to breathe again... Now it took so much of her self-control to not just reach out at times to let her fingers graze over him or to check to see if his heart was beating or breath was still in him. She kept that fear to herself, her dark eyes often wandering over to him to linger when she thought he wouldn't notice.
She'd been so caught up in those thoughts, she nearly missed his question. When it hit her, she looked away. The sword she had thought to be the only weapon against Ares, the sword gifted to her mother and the Amazons...] It broke in the battle.
[Her voice stayed quiet before she chanced a glance toward him, the subtler but still there feeling of loss evident in her eyes.] It is lost.
no worries <3
I'm sorry.
Maybe we can . . . get another one?
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[Or rather, Ares broke it. But she doesn't want to think about it. Or remember the way it looked as it shattered in her hands. Because very little of all she owned in her long life in Themyscira remained. But she gave that up, and she knows it.
No matter how much it hurts.
Though his next words cause her to blink, eyes finding his for a long moment. A small smile pulled at her lips as she slowly offered her hand to him.] I would like that very much...
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I'm sure there's a . . . sword shop. Around. Somewhere.
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He's alive. He's there with her. And that makes her want to just stay there and hold him and not even move.]
Mm... we could go to older markets. Find blacksmiths? Do those still exist?
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[ Steve opens and closes his mouth awkwardly. He has no clue where to find anything like that. ]
I'm sure there's . . . something around.
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I'm sure we will figure that out. [Pausing, she furrows her brow in concern.] Can you move easily? Should I carry you?
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I think I can manage.
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[Perhaps amidst the genuine worry, she actually just wants to stay close as well. But she won't ask. Not if she thinks he is not for the idea. She realizes in his world, this world... women aren't the one to do that sort of thing. Still, she offers a hand to him, with just a glimmer of hope in her gaze.]
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Catch me if I fall?
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Always, Steve. I'll always catch you. [However she can... even if sometimes she knows she may not be able to.]
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Then we'll get there. One step at a time.
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I know we will. We should get you somewhere you can rest... get warmed up.
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No complaints here.
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So she keeps him close and moves away from the fires and debris of battle not really sure where would be best for them to move away to. But moving is better than just standing there and she knows the others will follow suit soon.]
What all hurts? You must be in pain...
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[ It's a weak joke and Steve isn't too bothered by that loss. He throws a smile at her. ]
I'm all right, honest. I think the fall took a lot out of me, that's all.
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I imagine so. I'm just... so happy you're alright. For a moment... I...
[She presses her lips together in a thin line as she fights that surge of emotion that threatens to bubble up in her throat.]
Let's just get somewhere warmer for you.
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Sounds perfect.