[There's a box at her preferred place in F.E.A.R, either her desk, or anywhere else in the building. A box wrapped in bright red foil, a silky silver ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside the box is bright yellow scarf with a matching hat. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with elegant cursive words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.
Happy holidays.
Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain second-in-command likes to wear, right?]
[A neatly wrapped box is delivered containing an assortment of chocolate and gingerbread cutout cookies - enough to share between everyone in the house.
With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]
[ It's early, still around breakfast time by the low position of the sun in the sky when Bucky scratches at her door. He's fully aware of what he's doing, but he isn't sure who else to turn to for help right now, because why he isn't in pain, being a bear probably isn't a good thing long term.
Oh, that's right. What's scratching at Skye's door is actually a big brown bear with grey hairs peaking through the brown on its from left paw. ]
[Skye was curled up on her couch scrolling through the network to see if there were any updates on what was causing some people in the town to turn into bears. Skye hadn't been a big fan of the animorphs growing up, so she'd rather not suddenly turn into one. All of this talk about bears has resulted in some pretty weird and vivid dreams/nightmares about one following her around.
At the sound of scratching, Skye lowers the music she was listening to in order to figure out where it was coming from. Realizing it's coming from the front door, Skye puts her coffee on the table in front of her and gets to her feet. She's about to open the door when she spots something hairy move in front of the small window.
The initial panic when she realizes there's a bear at her front door is enough to make her lock the deadbolt as if that would do anything. Except, these aren't regular bears. Not that makes her feel a whole lot better, and she does run to grab her ICER, just in case. Feeling a little more secure now, she finally unlocks the door and pulls it open. The first thing she's drawn to, besides its massive size, is its eyes. They're unmistakable.]
➟ Ammunition! If only they'd had more earlier. ➟ A health drink. Strangely, drinking it restores its user to full health! ...though whether you believe the wild performance claims on the label is really up to you... ]
[Skye almost doesn’t answer his call out of sheer embarrassment. She had done some ridiculous things when stuck as her teen self, but sleeping with Blake took the cake.
She’s not sure if he wants to get lunch so they can talk about their awkward encounter or...]
Hey, Blake. Uh, yeah sure, where were you thinking?
( Next time Mia returns home she'll find exactly one hundred lawn ornaments in front of her front door. Barricading it, really. They're all frogs in different poses - a frog reading a book, a frog holding a welcome sign, a frog drinking a cup of coffee. So, so many frogs. )
[ It's the first time he's been properly alive this week. He's sitting out the couch in his shorts and a rather hideous green shirt in a strange cut. And he looks like he could use about 5 more days of sleep. But he looks up when she walks in. ]
[Skye was concerned about Thor enough that she checked in on him often, but he was still breathing so that was good, right? Having just gotten back from doing some work at FEAR, Skye nearly jumps out of her skin at the sound of someone talking.]
Wow. It’s weird to see you sitting upright.
[Jokes are okay, right? Taking a seat on the bottom of the stairs, Skye takes her shoes off as she thinks over where he could get a bed in town.]
I think Stacy’s sells mattresses. We should go during the day because things get oddly violent there at night.
Lady Skye! At last I have found a possible solution to our ghost problem! Fear not, for they shall be banished come nightfall. That woman has informed me her research is complete. This is great news! I shall share the solution with you once I have it, and together we can bring this particular nightmare to an end!
[ He sounds genuinely happy. The first time in nearly two weeks, honestly. Too bad he won't be coming back. ]
[ Skye had canceled on him and while Bucky's a little disappointed, he's more worried. Sickness here has been a rough thing in one way or another for all of them, so when he shows up at her front door to surprise her, he's armed with soup, medicine, chocolate and tampons. He figured he'd cover all his bases. ]
Delivery!
[ He won't stay if she's not up for company, but he won't leave without making sure she's alright and has everything she needs, especially not after the last time she was sick and losing track of her own memories. ]
[Skye felt awful about cancelling their date, but even worse about keeping the actual reason for cancelling from him. She’s just not ready to face him when she’s struggling to control all of this. Especially if things went really well on the date and she lost control at the worst time to lose control.
She was in the process of reheating some pizza when there’s a knock on the door, followed by Bucky’s voice.]
Shit.
[Skye hisses it under her breath as she debates whether or not to answer the door. It isn’t a far stretch to think she might be sick, as she looks a little worn out and she may not have showered today...
Look it’s been a rough past couple of days. She should probably answer the door, which she does to see him holding a bag and a tupperwear container of what appears to be soup. She’d probably be smiling at how sweet this was of him to do, if she didn’t feel so guilty.]
( it's a day and so many hours after their confrontation, a spell cast at the witching hour, something at the time that skye won't consciously be aware of )
Cerae occultorum. Veritas in oblivionem. O Fortuna rati.
( lilith's voice echoes in her head, in her dreams, the spell taking hold as she chants it, repeating it several times. when skye wakens she won't know that anything is amiss. until she tries to share her tale. if she tries to alert others to lilith's true identity she'll find herself unable to say her name. it'll be in her head, on her tongue but it won't let itself be told )
[ Knock, knock, Skye. It might not have been broadcast news, but Blake's caught wind of Skye being a bit down, and after the month he's been having, he thinks someone deserves a little mercy and he wants to be the person delivering it.
Food in hand, he's come with takeout from the restaurant and some extra treats bagged up to leave behind.
As per his usual routine, he leans in when he knocks and announces himself. ]
[Skye had taken the day off of work and had been dozing off on the couch when there was a knock at her front door. Initially startled, she relaxed when she heard Blake's voice. Getting up from the couch, Skye turned off the TV before before going to answer the door.]
Hey, Blake.
[Surprised to see him here, Skye's eyes fall to the bag in his hand.]
[Thankfully Skye was already downstairs when Steve comes to her door, even still, it takes her longer than it should to answer the door. Blanket wrapped around her, Skye unlocks the door and pulls it open.]
Hey.
[She looks like how she feels, and judging by the crock pot he's holding, it's the reason he's here.]
Did you want to-?
[Skye steps out of the way, offering him to come inside. Does he know she died? Or just that she's sick?]
[ Skye might wake up on Christmas morning to find at her door a pair of nice gloves and a scarf. There's an included note saying From Steve, Merry Christmas. ]
[ With everything going on lately, Bucky can't help worrying about the people he cares about most. As awkward as things feel between them, he does care about Skye. he cares about her a lot.
That's what gets him sniffing around her house, somewhat literally, but when he catches the scent of her blood, he moves to action immediately. Without pause, he grabs the doorknob of her front door prepared to force it open and finding it unlocked, anyway.
[Skye was in the kitchen about to pour her third cup of coffee when she hears her front door slam against the wall.]
Jeeze.
[Skye breathes out the breath she had been holding in. Stepping out of the kitchen to see Bucky standing in the foyer. This is not how she expected her and Bucky meeting again.]
What is it? What's wrong?
[With how panicked he sounded she could only assume something was wrong. She just doesn't think the issue could be her. There's a bandage on the side of her neck from where Blake had helped cover up a really weird bite wound. The whole thing had been weird and scary, and not something she had told Bucky about. Hell, the last time they 'talked' was on his birthday.]
[Left outside the house is a dark blue basket. Inside is an associate of tea, chocolates, a box of lemon drops, a bottle of wine and a copy of Charles Dickens, Christmas Carol. A blue Tardis-shaped card attached to the basket says, 'Santa' in silver marker.]
[ It's the morning of the 25th when Skye finds something taped to her front door.
She might have noticed, recently, a carrion crow showing up around her. Never trailing her obviously - but perched in a tree branch here or there.
Observing, for a while.
And finally, on the 25th, there's an envelope stuck to her door. Inside is a single, black feather, smooth and silky, and too large to have come from the crow she saw, even though it has the same very subtle iridescence. It's tip is sharpened slightly - one might use it as a quill, if one pleased, or do something else with it entirely. Touching it feels strange, a little. Like the slight tingling in the air when a storm is gathering in the skies.
The note reads: ]
Feel free to insert jokes about an angel looking over your shoulder. A shitty one, though.
somewhere this month or the next, at a decent time...!
[I sure hope Daisy is ready for the steadily increasing and kind of annoying knocking on her front door right now.
... It's just Charlie, with a big garbage back of fixing-things-stuff slung over his shoulder. He smells like a dusty attic, and he definitely looks like he's been rolling around in one somewhere before coming here.]
[Daisy was sitting at the kitchen table working on her laptop when she hears a knock. Ripley let’s out one bark from her spot on the door next to Daisy, but other than that doesn’t make a move to get up.
It’s not until she hears the person knocking speak up that Daisy gets up.
Did he actually come back to fix her ceiling? Closing her laptop she finally answers the door. Blocking entrance to the house, for now.]
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text, 12/19.
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Hey lol.
Sure. Where were you thinking?
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delivery on the 23rd
Happy holidays.
Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain second-in-command likes to wear, right?]
Delivery on the 24th via Delivery Dogs
With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]
Happy holidays.
- B
P.S. Stay clear of mushrooms.
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Oh.
It's probably a good thing he isn't here because she can just see him teasing her for the way she smiles bashfully. ]
Yeah. With my TV and a bottle of wine. Unless you have something better in mind...?
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Oh, that's right. What's scratching at Skye's door is actually a big brown bear with grey hairs peaking through the brown on its from left paw. ]
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At the sound of scratching, Skye lowers the music she was listening to in order to figure out where it was coming from. Realizing it's coming from the front door, Skye puts her coffee on the table in front of her and gets to her feet. She's about to open the door when she spots something hairy move in front of the small window.
The initial panic when she realizes there's a bear at her front door is enough to make her lock the deadbolt as if that would do anything. Except, these aren't regular bears. Not that makes her feel a whole lot better, and she does run to grab her ICER, just in case. Feeling a little more secure now, she finally unlocks the door and pulls it open. The first thing she's drawn to, besides its massive size, is its eyes. They're unmistakable.]
Bucky?
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➟ Ammunition! If only they'd had more earlier.
➟ A health drink. Strangely, drinking it restores its user to full health! ...though whether you believe the wild performance claims on the label is really up to you... ]
voice;
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She’s not sure if he wants to get lunch so they can talk about their awkward encounter or...]
Hey, Blake. Uh, yeah sure, where were you thinking?
[They should probably talk about it.]
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a prank.
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You know this means war, right?
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text, 6/4, 9:00 p.m.
In person.
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Where are you?
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(is it an inbox if it's just your livingroom?)
Where does one acquire a very large bed?
[ Who needs proper greetings? ]
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Wow. It’s weird to see you sitting upright.
[Jokes are okay, right? Taking a seat on the bottom of the stairs, Skye takes her shoes off as she thinks over where he could get a bed in town.]
I think Stacy’s sells mattresses. We should go during the day because things get oddly violent there at night.
[She’s talking from experience .]
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Voicemail left on June 12th
[ He sounds genuinely happy. The first time in nearly two weeks, honestly. Too bad he won't be coming back. ]
backdating to shortly after her powers activated
Delivery!
[ He won't stay if she's not up for company, but he won't leave without making sure she's alright and has everything she needs, especially not after the last time she was sick and losing track of her own memories. ]
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She was in the process of reheating some pizza when there’s a knock on the door, followed by Bucky’s voice.]
Shit.
[Skye hisses it under her breath as she debates whether or not to answer the door. It isn’t a far stretch to think she might be sick, as she looks a little worn out and she may not have showered today...
Look it’s been a rough past couple of days. She should probably answer the door, which she does to see him holding a bag and a tupperwear container of what appears to be soup. She’d probably be smiling at how sweet this was of him to do, if she didn’t feel so guilty.]
Hey, what are you doing here?
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un: rogers
Spider-Man advised that we could help Sodder by drawing and I drew your portrait. Would you mind if I sent it to her?
Attachment: skye.png
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How would a drawing of me help her?
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( hex )
Cerae occultorum. Veritas in oblivionem. O Fortuna rati.
( lilith's voice echoes in her head, in her dreams, the spell taking hold as she chants it, repeating it several times. when skye wakens she won't know that anything is amiss. until she tries to share her tale. if she tries to alert others to lilith's true identity she'll find herself unable to say her name. it'll be in her head, on her tongue but it won't let itself be told )
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Wait
Does that mean you can get drunk?
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Food in hand, he's come with takeout from the restaurant and some extra treats bagged up to leave behind.
As per his usual routine, he leans in when he knocks and announces himself. ]
Hey, it's Blake.
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Hey, Blake.
[Surprised to see him here, Skye's eyes fall to the bag in his hand.]
Did you want to come in?
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What's he even supposed to say to her? Sorry you died? Welcome back to being alive? Hope you're not terribly hurt?
He takes a deep breath and knocks. ]
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Hey.
[She looks like how she feels, and judging by the crock pot he's holding, it's the reason he's here.]
Did you want to-?
[Skye steps out of the way, offering him to come inside. Does he know she died? Or just that she's sick?]
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12/25.
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how you been holding up
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Been better
Been worse
HBU? Haven't been by the diner in a while
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That's what gets him sniffing around her house, somewhat literally, but when he catches the scent of her blood, he moves to action immediately. Without pause, he grabs the doorknob of her front door prepared to force it open and finding it unlocked, anyway.
He throws it open with a slam. ]
Skye?!
[ He has to find her. ]
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Jeeze.
[Skye breathes out the breath she had been holding in. Stepping out of the kitchen to see Bucky standing in the foyer. This is not how she expected her and Bucky meeting again.]
What is it? What's wrong?
[With how panicked he sounded she could only assume something was wrong. She just doesn't think the issue could be her. There's a bandage on the side of her neck from where Blake had helped cover up a really weird bite wound. The whole thing had been weird and scary, and not something she had told Bucky about. Hell, the last time they 'talked' was on his birthday.]
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[ ...he's come back from deader than dead before. He just doesn't know what to say. ]
make it through october in one piece?
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It was pretty clear that Dean was at least awake now.]
Mostly.
How are you feeling?
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Action; no reply; December 24th
on the 25th
She might have noticed, recently, a carrion crow showing up around her. Never trailing her obviously - but perched in a tree branch here or there.
Observing, for a while.
And finally, on the 25th, there's an envelope stuck to her door. Inside is a single, black feather, smooth and silky, and too large to have come from the crow she saw, even though it has the same very subtle iridescence. It's tip is sharpened slightly - one might use it as a quill, if one pleased, or do something else with it entirely. Touching it feels strange, a little. Like the slight tingling in the air when a storm is gathering in the skies.
The note reads: ]
Feel free to insert jokes about an angel looking over your shoulder. A shitty one, though.
somewhere this month or the next, at a decent time...!
... It's just Charlie, with a big garbage back of fixing-things-stuff slung over his shoulder. He smells like a dusty attic, and he definitely looks like he's been rolling around in one somewhere before coming here.]
Hey, pizza-lady! Are you home?
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It’s not until she hears the person knocking speak up that Daisy gets up.
Did he actually come back to fix her ceiling? Closing her laptop she finally answers the door. Blocking entrance to the house, for now.]
Didn’t expect you to even remember that night.
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