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bakerstreet2016-03-12 02:19 pm
mirrormirrormeme) wrote in bakerstreet2016-03-12 02:19 pm
Never want to leave your side
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Jo Harvelle || Supernatural || OTA/Canon Encouraged M/F F/F
tobeclosetohim
2016-03-12 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It had been a long time since Leo had last seen Niles, and with good reason— around a month ago, after he had been sent off on a mission, Leo received a message that he had been killed in action. It was hard news to swallow (and, even now, a part of him doesn't wholly believe it), but time made it a little easier to deal with.
So, imagine his surprise when Odin knocked on the door to his private chambers one evening, his usually over-the-top personality subdued. Of course, that made perfect sense when he told Leo that, somehow, against all odds, Niles wanted to see him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check, even as he told Odin to send him up so they could speak within the privacy of his room; whatever conversation he was about to have with Niles, they weren't going to have it in the common area of the castle. After all, Niles had... a lot of explaining to do, and that was probably putting it lightly.
When Niles inevitably makes it up to his room, the tension in the room should be noticeable. Leo is standing, both arms crossed, and his discomfort is written all over his face— his eyebrows are drawn together, and his mouth is turned down into a frown. Most people might think of this like a happy reunion, but he's feeling troubled more than anything else. ]
So, imagine his surprise when Odin knocked on the door to his private chambers one evening, his usually over-the-top personality subdued. Of course, that made perfect sense when he told Leo that, somehow, against all odds, Niles wanted to see him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check, even as he told Odin to send him up so they could speak within the privacy of his room; whatever conversation he was about to have with Niles, they weren't going to have it in the common area of the castle. After all, Niles had... a lot of explaining to do, and that was probably putting it lightly.
When Niles inevitably makes it up to his room, the tension in the room should be noticeable. Leo is standing, both arms crossed, and his discomfort is written all over his face— his eyebrows are drawn together, and his mouth is turned down into a frown. Most people might think of this like a happy reunion, but he's feeling troubled more than anything else. ]
[Adventurer/hero, so definitely the one who'd be away for long periods. Always happy to AU it in pretty much any way.]
[[Hey want to RP? Hydra!Captain America]]
( ooc: it's not something i've played out before but if you're willing to write the starter then I can definitely roll with it! )
How long?
He feels the words scratching at his throat, digging up in his mouth, unable to give them proper life. The thought that won’t fully form, as the ice clears from in front of his eyes, and the biting heat of the room closes in. Grey walls. Scattering scientists and standing soldiers. No different. He knows a few-
The thought falls through his fingers.
The door is a clatter in his ears, and the footsteps that fall loud, and the man who falls with a thud (knees, his thoughts tell with, the hollow echo is his knees falling to the floor) right there. A prisoner, but all the Captain looks at is the one behind him. Handler. Brown hair, strong eyes, and a familiarity that stays even through the electric pain.
“Look! Look at your precious Captain!”
His fingers tighten on the edges of the chair as the technicans lean in, pulling the leather from his wrists, and he’s free but he doesn’t move, sits there, waits for the orders. They will come. Even if his mind is empty now, the orders will come and he will follow.
The handler leans, looks at the man at their feet, and squeezes his shoulder. “He’s yours,” they say, and the words feel right in his mind. This man, this man at his feet is his. “Do with him what you will.”
The room empties out, and the Captain looks down at the man. Slowly, he steps to his feet, moves towards the figure.
"Mine. You are mine. You understand?"
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