[Bucky's eyes open slowly, but widen ever so slightly - almost unnoticeable - as her breath catches for a moment. It takes her a few seconds to recall where she is, what she was doing, and confirm her own safety. But, once all things were in order, she felt strangely pleased with herself knowing that she was able to wake up relatively smoothly. Waking up had, for the last few weeks, been almost as hard as falling asleep. But it seems that would finally start to get better too, maybe. She sighed and nudged Steph's hand with her head gently.]
[ And then, it all caught up to her. Her coherency was coming back, but joining it was a headache to end all headaches, the love bite of a binge-drinking night at a really rank dive bar that probably wouldn't pass a health inspection. ] Ugh...damn....head...
[ She holds her head in her flesh hand for a moment, kneading and groaning, before looking back up at Steph. She didn't have the loose comfort alcohol afforded her anymore, and a lingering nervous feeling set in, but it was bearable; she could swallow it. She smiled a truly genuine, even if small, smile. She didn't want Steph to think she was ungrateful or unhappy, she was definitely neither of those things - but trauma wasn't cured over a nap and alcohol. ]
Thanks, Steph...it smells...it smells great. [ Just like your ma's... she couldn't bring herself to say. ]
[ She had eaten very scarcely in the last few weeks, and when she did it was almost always finger foods at grungy dives, stolen snacks, and the like. Her handlers had before then almost always given her nutrition internally. Because of this, and still sleepy state, she didn't think twice about tearing off a piece of pancake with her hand and eating it that way, forgoing silver ware. And oh - jesus christ was she hungry - it didn't take her all of five minutes to devour every pancake in the stack. It was almost feral feeling; she had to eat all she could while food was available to her, her brain told her, who knows when she'd have it again. ]
I'm not a pancake dictator I'm an elected waffle monarch
[ And then, it all caught up to her. Her coherency was coming back, but joining it was a headache to end all headaches, the love bite of a binge-drinking night at a really rank dive bar that probably wouldn't pass a health inspection. ] Ugh...damn....head...
[ She holds her head in her flesh hand for a moment, kneading and groaning, before looking back up at Steph. She didn't have the loose comfort alcohol afforded her anymore, and a lingering nervous feeling set in, but it was bearable; she could swallow it. She smiled a truly genuine, even if small, smile. She didn't want Steph to think she was ungrateful or unhappy, she was definitely neither of those things - but trauma wasn't cured over a nap and alcohol. ]
Thanks, Steph...it smells...it smells great. [ Just like your ma's... she couldn't bring herself to say. ]
[ She had eaten very scarcely in the last few weeks, and when she did it was almost always finger foods at grungy dives, stolen snacks, and the like. Her handlers had before then almost always given her nutrition internally. Because of this, and still sleepy state, she didn't think twice about tearing off a piece of pancake with her hand and eating it that way, forgoing silver ware. And oh - jesus christ was she hungry - it didn't take her all of five minutes to devour every pancake in the stack. It was almost feral feeling; she had to eat all she could while food was available to her, her brain told her, who knows when she'd have it again. ]