#angsttt

• He's almost constantly worried about you.

• Though he knows you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, he still makes sure to check up on you wherever the troupe is summoned.

• They're not the biggest fan of affection, but he will occasionally hold your hand or arm in public spaces. he says its to make sure you don't get lost (but he's lying).

• He is well aware that you like to wander, considering all the times he's had to send someone to get you out of Kingdom's edge.

• Grimmchild tried to set you on fire once. whether it was because they didn't like you or something else, you didn't know.

• He was upset after that.

• If you play an instrument, he will absolutely sit down and just watch you play. it's mesmerizing to them.

• Grimm's a cuddlebug (pun intended), and loves to snuggle up with you after a long day.

• Despite being the leader of a literal troupe of nightmares, y'all like to dogpile sometimes.

• Brumm started the tradition of doing so when Grimm accidentally launched him and he landed on Divine, much to her dismay.

• After the two of you argue, the troupe leader cannot stand when you distance yourself from him. He knows you both messed up, but it still hurt.

• It had been years since The Grimm Troupe was last summoned. And by a tiny vessel no less. He would be devastated if he found out you died.

The boy’s own cord is ripped off only a few inches from his wrist. It dangles, shredded, unraveling and dull. It twitches toward Bucky’s string and the two pieces flit around each other for a bit before falling away. Bucky’s cord drifts to the floor but it doesn’t return to wind on his wrist, apparently unwilling to leave its other half. Bucky can’t pull his eyes from the destroyed string. He’s had damage to his string before, tiny little worn spots where his heart was broken or he’d been wounded by someone. Even the smallest blow to the cord hurt terribly, and was repaired before long with care by Bucky and loved ones. But this…

The other boy looks shattered, a surge of longing in his eyes before they go blank and he covers his corded wrist with his other hand.

“Sorry,” he rasps, swallowing hard and looking anywhere but Bucky.

Bucky’s head is spinning. He feels like he’s crashing in flames and he’s never been in a plane yet, but soul-strings be damned, these shimmering blue eyes now mean more to him than the whole world, and he fights through the existential panic to hold out his hands.

“Hey, no. It’s ok,” he breathes, trying to smile encouragingly as he guides the other boy to the empty bed.

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(Going through canonverse a lot of drama happens, not at the least perpetuated by Bucky manually tying their strings together before a mission. (Soulmates can feel each other through the cord when tugged). Gale feeling broken and unworthy of Bucky because his cord was destroyed by his past, but wanting. Both desperately trying to learn how to fix Gale’s soul-string, and the stalag making everything much, much worse.)