#steveburnsidegetsphoenixdown

[darckcarnival]

He didn't bother with knocking and simply slipped into the woman's office, sitting in the chair as had become custom with each visit he made now. His uniform was pristine for once, buttons and shoes gleamed and not a thread was out of place in his coat or scarf as he stared at her. "Darck, je veux plus de travail."

Darck stared at Steve from across her desk, keeping her completely emotionless expression and gaze. “… I’d rather you take time and relax, Steve. Rather than jump right into work.”

Then, all of a sudden, a huge grin came to her face. That oh so popular creeper grin. “And maybe spend time with me~.”

[steveburnside1-deactivated20140]

Steve let her tug him up the final steps and into the house, making sure he closed the heavy doors behind them as they went. It was significantly warmer again and he sighed, as they made their way through the foyer. 

A heavy anxiety had settled in his stomach again and he had been sure that it would be easy to tell her this once he had come to terms with it but then again he wasn’t really sure if his copious convincing that he was fine wasn’t really coming to terms with anything. 

And as they ascended stair cases and wandered through hallways he thought more on it and wondered why he even needed to tell her and then it occurred to him that maybe there didn’t need to be a reason and that just telling her was some sort of need-to-do task embedded within him. 

"Diana," he started, closing the door behind him when she had pulled him into his guest room, "I went back to New York while I was gone." 

Feeling his hands start to tremble, he let go of hers and went to the window to stare out at the snow covered forest. 

"And I don’t think I’m gonna go back. Ever." he did his best to keep his voice steady and glanced over his shoulder at her for the slightest of seconds before looking back out the window. "He’s dead, Diana."

[umbrellaspetproject]

Diana had been fretting away for months  since Steve vanished. Sure, she was used to getting left alone, but she'd gotten so profoundly attached to him, that it hurt for him to be away so long. That fear eating in the back of her head, that he may not have come back. That he had gotten hurt, or worse... So much worse.

Ignoring all those thoughts, the BOW led him through her home, through the corridors and passing many rooms. It was much warmer in here than it had been last winter. Diana had been working to insulate it better, and make it more homey, a bit more modern... With a little help of course... Just for Steve in case he came back. And he had.

When they arrived at his room, she had fully planned on trying to make him feel welcomed, but instead the ginger wandered over to the window... Now was when she became concerned. She'd felt his shaking hand, just for a moment, before he walked away. She frowned, one blue eyes staring at his back, listening-- Oh.

Oh...

That answered that... Nicholai. As much as that man hated her existence, and had attempted to kill her, Steve still was fond of him... and now he was... Well...

A soft sigh came from the shorter female, and she walked over towards him, one hand reaching up and softly resting on his shoulder. She had no idea what to say, or how to comfort him... May as well make an attempt.

"I'm... Sorry... I know how much he cared about you, and how much you cared about him... I'm sure you made his life fantastic."

[umbrellaspetproject]

Wrapping his coat tightly around his shivering shoulders, Steve strode up the front steps of the secluded home. "Diana?" he called, hoping she was holed up safely inside for the winter.

Diana had indeed been home. And for this winter in particular she had thickened the walls, made sure insulation was twice as heavy. As it was an intense cold. and the heat was cranked up. Diana had done some repairs on the entire building, looking more livable than it had before.

And hearing the ginger’s voice made the young woman come tearing down the stair case, thunking a bit at the bottom when she fell, almost crashing into the door. But, the dark haired female managed to catch herself, and instead swing open the door, wearing an over sized sweat shirt, her hair out of the pony tail, and pajama pants. but her face was beaming, grinning ear to ear. That one visible eye full of delight.

"Steve!"

[darckcarnival]

You are useless, Darck, a waste of energy, time, space, flesh and blood. You've made yourself pointless. You are nothing anymore. Steve does not care about you, only used you for a home, he's not even your son. No matter what you say or think. You don't have any children. You're a useless hack. Lying too your self non stop.

Darck pushed the headphones back on, and sat down. Staying there in silence and curled up. Trying to block it all out. shun it all. Stop thinking entirely. She was not in a good place right now for this… She was broken enough already.

"I know, I know."

[darckcarnival]

*drops both URLs right hurr for the mam*

mikhailvictor

Do I rp with them: Yes, but not on this blog NEEDS MORE ROLEPLAYDo I want to rp with them: Damn right alwaysDo I follow them: Hell to the fuck yes

My opinion on them: A glorious roleplay on all accounts. The mun is sweet and adorable, and we can scream together over so many things, I SUGGEST RPING RIGHT NOW. EVERYONE RP.

steveburnside

Do I rp with them: Hell yes I do because the mamaDo I want to rp with them: ALWAYSDo I follow them: Fooorrreevvveerrrr

My opinion on them: read above you foolish mortals!

[thewildersofnewhaven]

Unlocking Memories

When she had woken up that morning, she had thought it was late due to the sun shining in through the window already only to check her phone and find out that it was six in the morning. Knowing that remaining in bed would mean staring up at the ceiling for a few good hours, she decided to go ahead and get up, even if she wasn't ready to start the day yet. Once she had gone through her morning routine and changed into some comfortable clothes, she headed downstairs.

First things first: get a pot of water boiling and go and check the mail. After making sure that the kettle was full of water and on the stove, she headed outside, pulling her sweater around her as the crisp morning air hit her. Padding to the mailbox, she grabbed the mail and flipped through it. Bills, bills, advertisement, junk mail - ooh, a coupon, she thought to herself as she turned to head back inside. Glancing up, she paused in her step and did a double take, a smile appearing as she matched the face to a name. "Steve? Is that you?"

[darckcarnival]

Hey Bo- Oh well /hellooo/ there Beautiful!

“….”

“How…”

“….”

“………”

“… Steve…?”

“I don’t like this anymore, this has to be a bad prank. Can I go home now?”

[thewildersofnewhaven]

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Sarah is a very mellow, relaxed person. She is a very easy person to get along with, provided that you do not do anything to upset her. She stays away from stressful environments, often leaving an argument since it upsets her so much. 

Hunter is the spitting image of his mother when it comes to anxiety or stress filled situations, but he will not hesitate to get into an argument, especially when it concerns those that he cares for.