#silvertonguednihilism

it isn’t often anymore that steve can justify making the trek from wakanda all the way home to his little borough in his big city. the distance, and the fact that he’s still wanted as a criminal. living as an ex-pat isn’t so bad when you’re distracted enough to forget it.

sometimes, on rare occasions, he has the free time and the energy to stroll around in a hood and try to find anything to remind him this is still the same damn place. so much is new, repaired, refurbished....torn down, replaced. he’s not against all new, there’s no fighting change after all. 

@silvertonguednihilism replied to your post “17. If you could meet someone who has died, who would it be?”

[thanks, i didn't need my heart tonight <3]

...oh my god you too? #notalone

silvertonguednihilism replied to your post: Subtle promo Good stuff there. 

-flails at- 

“Luka is… a friend I think? I’m not sure. I don’t know why Ifeel drawn to him but I do and maybe I do know, but I just don’t want to thinkabout that. He’s too nice of a man. But I’d like to know him more at the sametime, but I’m not sure he feels the same. He’s… I’m not sure. I’m just notsure.”

What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to RPing?

Pressure to do replies. I am the slowest RPer, but I also get eager for replies, but because of things that have happened in the past, I try not to pressure my partners, and I appreciate when they don’t pressure me.

What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to the fandom you RP in?

“Natasha…”

She knows that voice.She’s heard it before. That silken cadence. It makes her shiver and she isn’tsure if it’s a good shiver or not. He messes with her head entirely too easy.Embedded under her skin deeper than she cares for.

It’s frightening.

But at the moment sheisn’t afraid.

“Save me…”

She blinked and lookedto see Loki kneeling, mouth dripping blood and his body broken and battered.

She’s confused.

But she moves towardshim and kneels down. “It’s okay. I’m here now.” She promises, gently smoothingher hand over his dark hair.

It’s almost like she’swatching the dream from within her own mind. Watching as she helps him stand,wrapping a cloth or blanket, something around him and letting him be as closeor not as close as he desires. He stumbles a bit and she steadies him, helpinghim walk.

“I’m sorry. I didn’twant to.”

“I know.” She soothed.“I know.”

She hadn’t meant to fall asleep in the back of thebookstore, but it was a quiet day and she had been dusting the far backsection. She jumped awake as one can often do when asleep and blinked at thestrange dream. It made no sense, at least not to her conscious mind. Lokiwouldn’t be sorry for anything would he? Was he even capable of that? She didn’tknow, but she wanted to doubt it and why on earth would she offer him comfortlike that?