( he's in his room, theoretically wasting away the way any good 1930s war wife would do upon receiving a military visit. to the sound of padded feet and nails on the floor, ash opens the door, looking like more of a wreck that bucky has ever seen him. he hesitates miserably, before collapsing onto his knees, winding his thigh arms around bucky's wolf neck, pressing his nose in close to the soft fuzz of his throat. )
Sorry. ( again, miserable. he shakes his head against him, clinging tight. ) You shouldn't have to console me.
( it's a unique kind of cruelty, to seek comfort of the death of someone you love in the arms of someone else you love. ash doesn't know what it makes him — greedy, probably, selfish, but he can't be bothered to care. he needs this, right now. he needs bucky. )
[There's a whine that slips free at the contact. At the smell of sadness, of loss, overpowering all else. And with the way Ash clings to him, Bucky is loathe to pull away. Doesn't want to put the distance he needs between them to shift back just yet. Whatever Ash needs, he'll give it to him. And it's a promise he refuses to break again. He's done trying to push the man away. And the words only further cement that feeling.
So he settles where he is. Presses in close. He may not have the ability to wrap arms around Ash right now, but he can at least shuffle in enough to curl his body around him. To offer up a line of defence against the outside world. A safe haven for him to fall apart without judgment. Because if anyone deserves that, Ash does.
It's one of the few things Bucky's capable of providing, here. He doesn't know the rules of this place well enough yet. Doesn't know what comes next. So he can't rely on Saltburnt being anything like Duplicity when it comes to death. And even if it is, he knows first hand that it doesn't negate those feelings of loss that set in.
This is going to be a part of Ash for the rest of his time here.]
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Sorry. ( again, miserable. he shakes his head against him, clinging tight. ) You shouldn't have to console me.
( it's a unique kind of cruelty, to seek comfort of the death of someone you love in the arms of someone else you love. ash doesn't know what it makes him — greedy, probably, selfish, but he can't be bothered to care. he needs this, right now. he needs bucky. )
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So he settles where he is. Presses in close. He may not have the ability to wrap arms around Ash right now, but he can at least shuffle in enough to curl his body around him. To offer up a line of defence against the outside world. A safe haven for him to fall apart without judgment. Because if anyone deserves that, Ash does.
It's one of the few things Bucky's capable of providing, here. He doesn't know the rules of this place well enough yet. Doesn't know what comes next. So he can't rely on Saltburnt being anything like Duplicity when it comes to death. And even if it is, he knows first hand that it doesn't negate those feelings of loss that set in.
This is going to be a part of Ash for the rest of his time here.]