PLEASE DON'T FORGET ME // FAIRYLIGHTS

[Fairylights]

―――― Too much. That would have to be the answer that Fairy would give Bucky if he had ever asked that question. Of course, there were the obvious differences, like Bucky's larger stature and his metal leg, or perhaps the harder lines of his face and the deeper depths of his eyes... But otherwise? It was a near spitting image. That's what her father had always said, too. "We would have been better off as twins, similar as we looked! Mother always got us mixed up." It was strange for Fairy to hear of a family she had never even met, and yet her father had spoken so fondly about her late-grandparents and this long-lost brother of his. Of course, now Fairy knew the truth. Bucky hadn't even been aware he still had living family left out there. Obviously, he had recognized his grandparents' names, but not the name of his own older brother. She simply tried to shove the similarities away, to put more of a boundary between her aching heart and her awkwardness.

There was stress on her plate, she wouldn't lie, but she just... Wanted a home again. She wanted to accept Bucky as her uncle, just like that, yet she wasn't sure if he was willing to accept that for himself. Yet, she found herself nodding at his answer, some small touch of relief hitting her shoulders as she looked around the small room. There'd have to be a lot of cleaning, a lot of dragging her furniture and stuff in here, and a lot of trying to make it homely. That was fine with Fairylights. She could use the distraction. Of course, she would have to be equally as glad she arrived after this flood, if the muddied grounds and the shaken up interior had anything to say about the strength of the storm that had washed through here. She took in a deep breath, trying to keep her composure, but it was Bucky's voice that made her look up again, over her shoulder to try and meet the Maine Coon's eyes. Stay with her? He'd really?- Oh. His house was destroyed too. Yet, the offer was there, a genuine one. For a moment she hesitated, looking back to the little house, and then to him, before she nodded slowly, letting her heart decide the answer before her mind could work it out.

"I'd like that," she'd answer softly, sniffing briefly from the dust in the room before she stepped over to try and fold up a rather tattered rug set in the middle of the room, her mind already certain on getting rid of the thing. "It shouldn't be too much work after we give it a good scrub down," she added, at least somewhat hopeful in that fact. The interior had mostly been saved from the storms, though she imagined the outside would maybe need a few repairs. Distractions. They were all distractions, but they were also things that needed doing anyway.

There was a long pause as Fairy turned and began rifling through the cabinets of the kitchen, trying to find a bowl or a rag that she could use to start dusting the house and the floors. Her mind worked all the while, questions forming at her lips that she did not have the courage to ask, this whole situation foreign and strange. Was she really about to live with a stranger?- Her uncle, yes, but a stranger? She licked her lips for a moment before she spoke up softly, "Can you... Tell me about yourself? Anything."

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