11-27-2018, 07:52 PM
――― Fairy felt like she was going to be sick, the more and more that Bucky continued to deny any relation to her father, or to her, the more her head was swimming. She wanted to drop off her paws and just hide in a hole somewhere, to find her parents again, to just go back in time to when they were still with her, to get away from this place - as far away as she could be. Dizzy. It was all so dizzying! How could there be two Buckingham Barnes? It was the most logical explanation that her mind could jump to. If she was wrong, there had to be another. If it wasn't him, if it really wasn't him, then there had to be someone else. There had to be someone. Someone to take care of her. Someone who knew of them. But then there was a change, a chance she could see through her tear-blurred vision as Bucky seemed to shrink back on himself, a curse leaving his mouth that made Fairy both hopeful and terrified.
Her gaze for a moment turned to Venus, swallowing heavily as she acknowledged the medic only briefly through a flicker of her gaze, her gray eyes, or rather the eye that could presently open, crackling like a storm with the glisten of tears and the stress and exhaustion of this situation. But her gaze turned back to Bucky, every muscle of her body tensing as she hoped, prayed, prayed to every god and goddess and diety her mother had ever mentioned, to every spirit her father had ever spoken about in a storybook. He was beginning to relent, but the more he spoke the more his words only confused her. I have no memory of your father. The words finally made her sink back onto her haunches, a paw lifting to scrub at her eyes to try and clear them, numbly nodding as her gaze turned back to the softly-spoken Venus, and yet even despite admitting he had no memory, he would go so far to say that she was correct? That he was really her uncle? That she wasn't wrong?
"Yes please, miss Venus," she instead spoke softly, the words barely making it past her lips as she processed everything, or at the very least tried to. But to explain how she got these cuts? To explain what had happened? Her heart had long ago shattered, yet she could have sworn she felt it shattering all again, the mere thought of having to confess what had occurred to her parents making tears fill back in her eyes as her chest heaved with the threat of a sob, one she very well tried to contain, to try and pull herself back together. She swallowed heavily, her gaze uneasily turning back to Bucky for a moment. Perhaps they already knew the answer to why she was here. It was written across her face, wasn't it? Both literally and figurateively, and yet despite having no memory of it, she would still have to explain to the unwilling Bucky that the brother he didn't even know he had was now dead.
"I... I don't know how long. I-it's.. It's been a long time now," she paused, forcing herself to take in another breath, to try and enunciate as her mother always reminded her. "At least.. A few days, I think.. I think longer. My family was... We were attacked..." She left it at that for a moment, trying not to disturb any of Venus' work as her gaze shifted back to Bucky gingerly. "Sir.." she began briefly. Related or not, or at least indeed assuming they were both related, Fairy had very well gotten the message the man really wanted little to do with her. Yet, somewhere amidst her grief and pain, she understood. How would one be expected to react to not only learn you had a niece but a brother you had forgotten about? "They're dead, sir. My father said to look for you, but... I know I can't ask you to make me your responsibility but..." her pleading gaze searched for Marina next. "Ma'am...If I could stay. I don't want to be alone. Please."
Her gaze for a moment turned to Venus, swallowing heavily as she acknowledged the medic only briefly through a flicker of her gaze, her gray eyes, or rather the eye that could presently open, crackling like a storm with the glisten of tears and the stress and exhaustion of this situation. But her gaze turned back to Bucky, every muscle of her body tensing as she hoped, prayed, prayed to every god and goddess and diety her mother had ever mentioned, to every spirit her father had ever spoken about in a storybook. He was beginning to relent, but the more he spoke the more his words only confused her. I have no memory of your father. The words finally made her sink back onto her haunches, a paw lifting to scrub at her eyes to try and clear them, numbly nodding as her gaze turned back to the softly-spoken Venus, and yet even despite admitting he had no memory, he would go so far to say that she was correct? That he was really her uncle? That she wasn't wrong?
"Yes please, miss Venus," she instead spoke softly, the words barely making it past her lips as she processed everything, or at the very least tried to. But to explain how she got these cuts? To explain what had happened? Her heart had long ago shattered, yet she could have sworn she felt it shattering all again, the mere thought of having to confess what had occurred to her parents making tears fill back in her eyes as her chest heaved with the threat of a sob, one she very well tried to contain, to try and pull herself back together. She swallowed heavily, her gaze uneasily turning back to Bucky for a moment. Perhaps they already knew the answer to why she was here. It was written across her face, wasn't it? Both literally and figurateively, and yet despite having no memory of it, she would still have to explain to the unwilling Bucky that the brother he didn't even know he had was now dead.
"I... I don't know how long. I-it's.. It's been a long time now," she paused, forcing herself to take in another breath, to try and enunciate as her mother always reminded her. "At least.. A few days, I think.. I think longer. My family was... We were attacked..." She left it at that for a moment, trying not to disturb any of Venus' work as her gaze shifted back to Bucky gingerly. "Sir.." she began briefly. Related or not, or at least indeed assuming they were both related, Fairy had very well gotten the message the man really wanted little to do with her. Yet, somewhere amidst her grief and pain, she understood. How would one be expected to react to not only learn you had a niece but a brother you had forgotten about? "They're dead, sir. My father said to look for you, but... I know I can't ask you to make me your responsibility but..." her pleading gaze searched for Marina next. "Ma'am...If I could stay. I don't want to be alone. Please."
[glow=white,2,300]I may be quiet [/glow]