by the fire | o p e n

[plastique]

 

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[bloodbuzzing]

[Drake doesn't really mind being inside on such a snowy day, and the fire just made him a bit more comfortable. He's lounging on a couch, staring at the fire, engrossed by the shapes of the flames and the crackling that occurs every so often.]

[obscuritae]

[Cool, fire. He's no pyromaniac, but it is fun to play with. He's turning his lighter on and off, sipping out of a bottle of wine. That's right, a bottle.]

[ghostpsychosis]

[Tate isn't one for social parties -- or social...anything. But he does like being around the fire, watching the flames twist and turn. He had been inching closer to the fireplace since he had arrived, and now he was sitting directly in front of it, head tilted, a tiny, odd smile on his face.]

[typicalsoldier]

[He sits back to watch the kid. He's awfully close, but Bucky can relate.]

You're gunna burn yourself, kid.

[ghostpsychosis]

[Tate glances up to Bucky, unfazed.]

You think so?

[typicalsoldier]

Hey, if you want to burn yourself, by all means.

[mushino]

[Hm. He wasn't one for wine, but he decides enjoy the warmth of the fire, sitting on a nearby chair and relaxing with a small smile. It was certainly a nice break from work, wasn't it?]