[ That's what he says the moment he meets Bucky, and while he isn't dressed in sweats and slacks it's still fabric that's light and airy, flowing with him as he moves. He prefers it this way--the old way. The Seelie way.
Funny. He never realized he was homesick until now. It's nothing a late night sparring section can't fix: he launches into it the moment greetings are made. ]
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[ That's what he says the moment he meets Bucky, and while he isn't dressed in sweats and slacks it's still fabric that's light and airy, flowing with him as he moves. He prefers it this way--the old way. The Seelie way.
Funny. He never realized he was homesick until now. It's nothing a late night sparring section can't fix: he launches into it the moment greetings are made. ]
Weapon of choice, or perhaps none at all?