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Randomly updates that one fic where Jean has custom skills and they're all absolutely, horrifically useless.

"This isn't even funny...- Come out already."

aww friend thank you so much :')

*sputters*

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Bucky turns his head on the pillow to look at him. They’ve been staring wordlessly out the window, where from the bed the only view is the pale gray sky above the park. They’re not really touching anymore; it surprises Steve, to feel no need to touch him. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to, but feeling his nearness, the shape of him and the warmth, the sound of his breathing, is its own kind of slow, undemanding pleasure that Steve is just beginning to discover.

It's... really interesting, actually. I bet Lux would know more about them history-wise, Light Flight and all, but I don't want to go too deep into the rumors and stories. Kinda feels disrespectful, now that it's clear it's not just some story.