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[ofstarlight]

AU SCENARIOS OPEN POST !

» Hit this up for all kinds of scenarios. » Put my character's name in the subject line. If you leave it blank, I'll surprise you with a muse. » Prose and brackets are both welcomed. » Here are some possibilities but open to all sorts of things! Stranded. Arranged Marriage. Apocalypse / Post-Apocalypse. Assassins. Fake relationships / engagements / marriages. Victorian Era. Fairy Tales. Mythology. The Hunger Games. Harry Potter. The 100. Pick one of my characters: here.

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[stevegrogers]

[ With slightly wider eyes, he took in their new surroundings, at least, on his end since she had survived for a really long time on the island. It seemed impossible in so many ways but he tried to not think too deeply about it. Besides, he needed to start thinking of plans on how to get off the island and back to his kingdom. One he would gladly welcome her to even if it would be a huge change for her.

Gaze drifting around the space, he noted a few details like the garden area and the collected water. The first issues were always food and water since a person couldn't survive long without either. Wanda already took care of that and by the looks of it had made a home-like atmosphere for herself.

Shivering a little, he nodded his head. ]

How about we get our clothes dry and maybe rustle up something to eat? You must be really hungry after the daring rescue. [ He offered her a lopsided smile. ] I'm in your debt, Wanda.

[divulsion]

[Wanda can't help but be a little amused by Steve. Not so traumatized by he, or at least as much as she thinks he ought to be, she can't help but be surprised by how even in her home he feels the need to take charge. He must be used to being followed back home, she thinks, even as she takes her wet clothes over to a flat surface to be dealt with a little later.]

Your company will pay that debt quickly, I think. [She offers him a faint smile in the dim light.] I have dry clothes we can both wear, and food...you can help yourself. There's a cool box with meat you can put on the fire, or there's fruit in the bowl nearby if something lighter is easier on your stomach. The flatware and cooking utensils are mismatched but they're enough to get the job done...

[And with that said, Wanda retreats down one of the hallways to her rooms. It takes her little time to change into a simple robe, dyed blue a few years ago, she expects, and salvaged from a recent wreckage. The lace at the edges is simple and frayed but it covers her from her shoulders to he ankles. Clothing for Steve is easy to come by, perhaps more than he might expect. There are so many who have left behind so many garments over the decades. In the end she finds a robe made of somewhat finer material in faded grey, with no trim or adornment. It looks large enough to cover his frame until he's feeling well enough to try on what she has available to him.

Wanda returns with the robe and offers it to him, making no noise but for her feet whisking along the flat stone floor.]

Here, try this. It's dry and it will warm you a little until the fire can seep in a bit better. I can take care of your wet clothes.

[stevegrogers]

[ In actuality, focusing on the tasks at hand, kept Steve from feeling the trauma or too much of the aches. The pains would crash over him later in the silence but for the time being he could fall into more of a soldier mode, a state he almost never enjoyed. It took so much to convince the council long ago to let him attempt the ranks but protecting people mattered to him. He might doubt his ability to be a king but the other aspects of leading almost came naturally.

With a nod of his head, he moved over to grab some meat for the fire and look over the fruit for a salad of sorts. A simple meal but a needed one after what they both went through. Placing the meat to cook, he gazed up when Wanda returned. It seemed incredible she managed to last so long on her own and collected so much. Did no one ever survive to try and help her from the island?

There were a few things not adding up but he decided to keep them silent for the moment to gather more information. With a soft 'thank you', he stood up to slip on the robe, groaning a little from the pull on his muscles. Maybe the impact hurt more than he thought.

He reached down to flip the meat. ]

It's remarkable what you've done here. Must have witnessed a lot of loss to get some of this.

Do you like your meat medium or well done?