[closed] dancing on the wind

[assembles]

Who: Steve Rogers, Thancred Waters, and various
When: June 19 - 25
Where: The Feywilds
What: Assorted Feywilds event stuff!
Warnings: TBD

[ Closed event starters below! PM me / find me on Plurk at demonology if you wanted anything in particular for the event. ]

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[assembles]

[ All that Steve has to do is hear him speak a few words and he can tell that this is Sam. Either the magic that he used to disguise his voice has worn off by now, or he just never bothered in the first place. Who knows, but it looks like he'd been right on the money with identifying him, even from a distance.

While normally Steve would have pulled his hand away after just a few seconds, right now he doesn't even think of it, and simply continues to grip Sam's shoulder as they talk. ]

I mean... that's kind of the point of all this, right? [ He's not outright admitting that he's drunk, mainly because he's not sure that Sam would let him hear the end of it. ] Did Hilda help you with your outfit too? She kind of gave me a hint... although you going for wings made it pretty obvious, too.

[ Mr. Falcon sporting some wings over here. At least Steve had made sure to steer away from his recognizable iconography for the most part. Amateur move, Wilson.

He can't help it, then; he laughs. This whole situation is pretty absurd, when he thinks too much about it. ] We're not really good at this kind of thing, are we?

[falcony]

[ it's not so much that sam doesn't notice the hand on his shoulder and how it lingers - but rather it feels right, and he kind of doesn't want it to leave, so he just settles where he is. he nods at steve's initial question, glancing around them briefly. ]

No, you're right. Not every day you get to go to a masquerade like this. [ and there's something almost knowing in sam's tone. like yes, he can recognize even now that all of this is insane, that the level of magic playing out around them is beyond anything they could have ever really thought up. but that's kind of been happening to sam since that first knock on his door, so the sparkles in his eyes have sort of worn off.

still, steve is loose, and happy, and there's something inherently contagious about that. something sam can't help but feel, even if he's not nearly as drunk. so he goes with it, loosens his own shoulders just a bit and barks out a laugh at steve's call-out. ]

Man- you're just now getting that? No, we aren't. That's why we have other people to do this sort of stuff for us. Stars and stripes are kinda hard to lose in a crowd. But hey- [ there is a half second of seriousness that washes over sam's face. over-dramatic seriousness. ] You watch yourself about the wings. It's called a theme. [ and then it's gone, and sam's grinning, because yeah yeah. alright. steve got him there. ]

No wonder you look stellar, Hilda's got great taste. But no, I did this all myself this time around. Probably why I stick out like a sore thumb.