[ bucky's hiding in the shadows, far, far away. But there's no mistaking the gleam of blood-red eyes, the pale, pale skin, and his canines are sharp, elongated. The thirst is overwhelming, and he's moving to slip away when he sees Steve coming close, but an accidental clatter gives away his position almost immediately.
And so - well, there he is, stiff-backed and ghost-white, more creature than man. ]
[ Maybe he should, but Bucky's known him long enough to realize that it isn't how he's wired. Even if he can hear the desperation in that text, in the way he's asking him to leave him alone, Steve never could, and he tries to be quiet about it so he can figure out where he is. The cargo bay, after all, is huge, and it takes Steve at least ten minutes to pinpoint where the sound is coming from. He pauses short of the area, fingers curling loosely. ]
You know I can't stay away. [ Trying to apologize doesn't feel right, so that's all he manages to say. ] Why are you down here?
[ Bucky does know this, better than anyone else. He should have remembered it, when he issued his denials and told him to stay away. He can hear Steve draw close, and something inside him wants to be near -- and Bucky thinks of how repugnant that is; how Steve deserves so much better than what he's now become.
He keeps to the shadows for a few moments longer, his eyes glowing a faint red instead of green, a glimmer in the dark. Maybe if he sees him this way, he'll leave. ]
I'm a danger to people. [ And to prove his point, he steps out from it, self-conscious and ashamed. ] At least, more than I was before. Do you see?
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text.
No. I could hurt you worse than I already have.
I'm some kind of a monster right now. [ A few seconds later, because that warped sense of humor just doesn't go away. ] Well, more than I already was.
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What do you mean?
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and stay the hell away from me
[ bucky's hiding in the shadows, far, far away. But there's no mistaking the gleam of blood-red eyes, the pale, pale skin, and his canines are sharp, elongated. The thirst is overwhelming, and he's moving to slip away when he sees Steve coming close, but an accidental clatter gives away his position almost immediately.
And so - well, there he is, stiff-backed and ghost-white, more creature than man. ]
action.
You know I can't stay away. [ Trying to apologize doesn't feel right, so that's all he manages to say. ] Why are you down here?
action.
He keeps to the shadows for a few moments longer, his eyes glowing a faint red instead of green, a glimmer in the dark. Maybe if he sees him this way, he'll leave. ]
I'm a danger to people. [ And to prove his point, he steps out from it, self-conscious and ashamed. ] At least, more than I was before. Do you see?