50 years later meme

[sizeofyourbaggage]

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]

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? )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

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. )

[bracchium]

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? )