50 years later meme

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Fast forward into the future of Station 72 where your character has been a part of the Hive for however many years. Are they still themselves? Have they integrated fully with the symbiote? Are they the only ones left of their brood? Have they formed other connections in their brood's absence? Do they remember anything of their life before the station? How do they relate to the other Hosts still around, or to new ones who have come in since others have fallen? What else can you come up with?


HOW TO PLAY
STEP ONE: POST WITH YOUR CHARACTER

STEP TWO: Either set up the scene or give some info of what your character is like X years down the line.

STEP THREE: TAG OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTERS

STEP FOUR ?????

STEP FIVE: PROFIT

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[bracchium]

Bucky drinks in the sound of Sam's laughter. There's not enough of it these days, or the light that blossoms across the shared space between their minds. They don't hide the natural gravity pulling them together, but they do try to shield the strength and vibrance from the other Hosts. Once upon a time, Bucky would've shied away from the affection, whether in private or public, but after years he's grown used to it, familiar and comfortable, and seeks out Sam when he walks into a room. He curls one arm lazily around Sam, brushing his knuckles along his broodmate's skin. Each pass of his fingers sends a gentle pulse of comfort up his arm, soothing the shrill cry of the Nest.

Burying his face into the crown of Sam's head, he breathes in deep musk that has become comforting in its own way. He remembers once being separated on a mission and how finding rags of Sam's pack kept him going for what felt like an eternity. Or how when they finally reunited how he refused to let go of Sam for days on end.

( You sleep okay? ) He already knows the answer, but he still likes to ask.

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His eyes slide shut again at Bucky's touch, enjoying the lazy sparks that buzz across his skin as well as the feedback from Bucky's side of their connection. It really isn't too uncommon for them to get to have moments almost like this - even when they're on a mission they're almost always together, and Sam carves out time for them - but it's rare that they aren't focused on the current mission or the next, rare that they have nothing on their minds other than teaching new Hosts and the survival of the Nest.

Sam smiles, nuzzling into Bucky's neck a little and pressing another kiss against his skin. ( Always, with you. ) He doesn't have nightmares anymore, not the way he did when he first arrived - or even a while after, when their minds began to mingle together every time they slept and their dreams were just as tangled. They'd learned to soothe each other even back then, to move freely between each other's minds for protection and support.

He remembers that mission as Bucky does, remembers fighting every minute to get back to him. Sam's unhappy enough with them being separated when they choose to do so - briefly - for it to happen by force, well. Bucky wasn't the only one who hadn't wanted to let go. Just the memory tempts Sam to hole up with Bucky for the day, to let one of the other Hosts tend to the new ducklings for a bit.

( You hungry? ) He also knows the likely answer, is already contemplating leaning over for the stash of candy bars he keeps, but he still likes to ask, too.

[bracchium]

With a hum of contentment, Bucky continues to brush his knuckles against Sam's arm. He used to have nightmares before they began sleeping in the same bed regularly, usually of the faces of his victims. Eventually, it became easier to sleep beside each other after so many nights of seeking Sam out after a bad dream. Then it became natural to tangle themselves up at night and now here they are in their jailbroken quarters, curled around each other. Like Sam, Bucky wants nothing more than to stay here for the next while, but the Nest's call grows louder with each passing moment. She's not patient today.

His stomach growls as Sam leans over for the stash and he slowly starts to disentangle himself to sit up. He stretches his arms overhead, feathers from his long braids brushing over his shoulder blades. There's no need to separate entirely, so he keeps his knee pressed against Sam's thigh.

( Sure. ) He runs a hand over his chin and the stubble there, wondering if he should shave before he heeds the Nest's call. One one occasion, he came back with a full beard, speckled with the same gray lining his temples. ( You have training today? )

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There's nothing that Sam likes more than making Bucky happy, and not only because he can feel the contentment echoing across their connection. He forgets, sometimes, what it was like not to share a bed with Bucky every night, but he still remembers there was a time when sleep didn't come as easily and mostly unbroken to either of them.

When every time he made Bucky smile was something to hold onto, and even if he can't remember why, he still values it above everything else.

He unwraps the candy bar halfway before passing it over, resting his hand on Bucky's knee. His mind flows through their brood bond, chasing the echoes of the call that pulls at Bucky, head tilted as he listens for it himself.

( I want to go with you. )

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The call is different this time, more demanding and shrill than before, like a child calling out in the night. What was a single soprano voice when he woke up has already grown to a small chorus. Bucky's own hunger fades in the echo of the Nest's. Bucky drops the candy bar as it passes into his fingers, mind growing distant. He hears Sam but from far off, feels his broodmate's pull at his own head, brushing away the snares.

Blinking, he doesn't quite turn toward Sam.

( With me? )