driftfleet | [open] august starstruck mingle

Yeah. I'd need that.

[ though lord knows if he's still talking about shaving or about something else, entirely. He seems distracted, somehow. As if some inner balance has been lost for a moment or two and he is now struggling to get it back. The marsiva had left so many scars. Steve remembers a surge of panic when he lost sight of a little girl with a wooden sword and an endlessly long dance she insisted on. Another sacrifice for his sake.

So many trials, as of late. ]

[ -- she sees the melancholy as it begins to settle into his shoulders. peggy aims to chase it away and, to that end, she smiles at him. it's a very real smile, like a crack of sunlight breaking through the cloudy expression that so often keeps her aloof and separate. even from him.

peggy takes the wrapping tape from his hand and bunches it in a fist before standing. then, she offers her free hand to him. her opportunity, it seems, to help him onto his feet. ]

You're in luck. I boast a steady hand.

I can say that again.

[ that he's in luck. it's more sweet than concerned for a change. it's a conclusion that brings about a surge of relief, a storm quieting down somewhere behind his eyes. ]

On both accounts.

[ but alright, he slips his hand into hers, lets her tug him upwards. ]

[ he's no easy lump to shift. not without a bit of cooperation, at least. and when she gets steve on his feet, there's a moment where they jostle together. it toes a line; peggy allows it. ]

Probably best to get what's needed and continue the mission in our quarters, however. [ she doesn't spell it out, but she doesn't fancy anyone walking in on them in the shared bathroom while she's scraping shaving cream off his chin. ]

It's a mission now.

[ it can't be helped, he's smiling. It might be the fact that she went reminded him that he could use her help or the fact that standing up brings him into her personal space. Either way, it lifts his mood to the point where he's openly grinning at her.

It's nice to hear her say 'our', too. ]

Well. It's hardly a date.

[ so what else should she call it but a mission? a mission to reclaim steve's chin from the overgrowth and brush that's taken it over. peggy takes a moment to pat him on his beaded jaw before turning away toward the record player.

diligently, she stops the music and replaces the needle. ]

I guess that depends on the definition of one.

[ a date, that is. Steve has always been rather generous with his own. He likes to think every hour they spend alone together is a sort of a date. Besides! A mission sounds so dangerous. This one will only require a bowl of water, a towel, some shaving cream and a razor.

And music, as it turns out. She had been spending her afternoon enjoying bowie. Steve leaves max's record player where it is but as they enter the room, he places the equipment down and turns his own music player on.

It's Nina Simone, today. ]

[ there's a benefit to be found in so much extra space. an extra desk, an extra chair. but for now she decides to haul only one of them over to the side of their bed. he can have the seat while she sits on the mattress's edge, peggy decides, and muddled her way through this mission/date.

likely more-so the latter, it seems, once the music starts. ]

And you're certain you're ready to say goodbye?

[ to his post-coma bitterness beard. ]

Quite certain. Go wild.

[ God knows he could probably do with a change. Maybe if the beard goes, ‫some of the gloomier sentiment will go with it. Worth a shot.

Nina Simone's Feeling Good ends, the Time is Now begins and steve lets her work in peace, angling his head according to her instructions. It's when the first chords of The House of the Rising Sun begin when he finally asks her, ]

So why shouldn't we get married?

[ it's going so well. well enough, indeed, that they don't need words. the music fills the empty spaces and peggy lets her concentration shift wholly onto him. she's got a diligent and affectionate touch; she saves it for him, most days. and it's out in force during this exercise.

it's messy. she doesn't seem to mind, much, with a towel draped over her knees quick at hand to mop up any wayward shaving cream. peggy takes her time in ridding him of the beard. although, she must admit, some of the between-stages where it appears better kept and trimmed aren't quite so jarring as the full thing.

it's all going terribly well right up until steve opens his mouth. the razor scrapes -- a little too rough, perhaps, over a patch of chin. her eyes dart up to catch sight of steve's. she sighs. ]

For one, I imagine it's a bit tough to find a C of E in space.

[ as answers go, this one is entirely flippant. and nowhere near the real one. but it wouldn't be right if she didn't put up at least a rudimentary deflection. ]

[ he feels the bite of the razor but says nothing. He watches her with close and keen attention. It's been a while since she had discovered the ring. He let her sleep on it and let it go. What a time to bring this back to the table, indeed. ]

Peggy.

[ honestly to talk logistics of all things. ]

[ his rebuke doesn't bother her. she could have anticipated it -- cool and disappointed, but never quite disappointed enough to make a difference. it's a chiding she's grown accustomed to only since they'd settled into each others' company in the fleet.

it'd never existed before. not for her. ]

Although I imagine you'd prefer a Catholic service. Interminable as they are. [ her momentary slip of composure is smoothed over with a perfectly theatrical frown.

she rinses the razor and sits back -- watching him just as closely. it will be no simple feat to drag an honest response out of her. ]

Currently I'd settle for an alien with a legal jurisdiction.

[ oh so dry. She has a reason, she must have. With some hard work and patience he might yet find out what it is. He doesn't dare to guess, he knows better than that. Instead: ]

It won't have to be a public thing. I've picked that ring for a reason, you know.

I suspected you had.

[ picked it for a reason. and that same reason is, perhaps, why she finds herself still a bit drawn to the piece. the way it matches the pendant (she's wearing it today, in fact) and the way it looks nothing like the ring she'd displayed with such girlish pride after fred had asked her.

peggy shakes her head, but offers no immediate follow-up argument. she won't do his legwork for him. ]

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[ she doesn't say much, not yet. Steve reaches for her hand and holds it between two of his. He has his suspicions - he thinks he could guess what's bothering her. But picking up her worries and bringing them to light has never been his way. ]

I love you, that's not going to change. Hadn't changed since we've met. You wouldn't put up with me if it wasn't mutual.

[ not with the amount of crap he put her through, surely. ]

It's been a while now, it's been good. More than. So?

[ it's ludicrous, isn't it? having this conversation while he's still got foam on his cheek and the music hits a melancholy chord in the background. peggy wiggles her fingers between his hands, as if she's nearly a little too cognizant of how close their positioning comes to the act of putting a ring on one of them.

but it's also a little bit sad. hadn't changed since we've met, he says, and she knows that means something altogether different for him -- stuck as he is on the far end of the century. and she considers what she'd seen of him walking through st. luke's with one corner of her casket on his shoulder.

bloody hell. rock and a hard place. ]

So -- so you're not wrong. It's all quite mutual. [ so? ] But my answer is still no. Not that you asked.

Would it help if I will? 'Cause in that case, I'll just push this chair back and we'll do the whole ordeal.

[ he doesn't seem to mind her refusal so terribly, judging by the smile. It's the reasoning he's after. ]

And I might need that towel, too.

[ she openly marvels over his persistence. he's damned dauntless -- always was, and remains as such. it might have been the very first point of interest she'd ever learned about steve rogers: take a gander at the 4fs in this fella's file. peggy had read his file before she ever met him. even then, she'd found him noteworthy. ]

Get down on one knee, if you like. [ peggy counters. ] But it won't magically turn a no into a yes.

[ good lord, she loves him. ]

[ he sighs, accepts his fate. It was a brave attempt, surely. He does, however, smile at her challenge and nods. ]

Alright, then. Is it all gone?

[ the beard. ]

Am I just about according to regulations?

[ and, just like that, he keeps on smiling. were it anyone else -- anyone who might have expressed frustration or impatience -- peggy could see herself digging in her heels.

so she doesn't reply straight away. instead, she eyes him still. despite giving him her no, she also gives him a smile. somehow, already, she knows this won't be the end of it. ]

Nearly. [ peggy grabs for the razor once more -- but that does involve extricating her hand from his grip. ] Hold still.

As still as I can be.

[ he promises, easy as that. He's a too aware of the way she watches him, it makes it so very easy to smile. ]

Okay?

[ it's a tricky questions. He's either asking her if he's still enough or if she's okay or both. ]

[ one's much easier to answer than the other. but peggy doesn't mind the more incisive interpretation. not least of all because she's got a vested interest in making him feel certain there's no hard feelings over the attempt. indeed, she's actually more than a little touched by it -- no matter the refusal. ]

More than. [ okay. she gives what's left of his whiskers a few last scrapes before reaching for the towel and scrubbing him clean. ] It is a well-chosen ring, Steve.

[ he deserves something. ]

I know.

[ his answer is muffled, pressed into the towel as it is. When she pulls it back he rubs a hand over a now clean-shaven chin. ]

I'm very fond of it.

[ he's usually reluctant to accept credit of any kind. The ring is an exception, it would seem. ]

Thank you.

[ she can't help the different quality found in her smile once she sees him shaved once again. familiarity breeds with affection and, in the end, perhaps it's got very little to do with what's regulation and what isn't.

she reaches out to cup his jaw in her palm. ]

Diamonds come off a bit gaudy these days.

[ she might never once have thought so. but two years, in space? between all these metals and radically different aesthetic. a lot of the old ornamentation seems to look overgilded by contrast. that and -- perhaps she's speaking quietly to a more honest reason. why shouldn't we get married, he'd asked.

well -- she'd already nearly gotten married before. it, too, comes off a bit gaudy by contrast. ring and all. ]

[ steve leans into her touch, listens to what she says as well and reads between the lines. He turns his head, he kisses her palm. ]

They have their uses. I suppose if you punch someone, it'd hurt more.

[ it's quiet, it's peaceful. ]

But I wasn't looking for that.

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