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Amelia Royer (Ronsam) ([personal profile] rogueinladysclothing) wrote2015-11-21 08:58 pm

A little piece of home [Tagging Steve]

Two months is a long time to be away from the people you love and care about most in the world. Being stuck in a multiverse with no way to get back to them is even worse. For Amelia, it's become a daily fact of life - one she wakes up every day wishing wasn't true.

Even with her progress moving forward in therapy and the rather strict schedule she keeps to, she manages to find time every day to sit in her yew tree and think. Sure, some of it is for purposes of therapy, but most of it is for herself. She has no delusions about this selfish act: she misses home and seeing her family every day, which is why she takes the time to wonder about how things are going back home.

It's during one of these day dreaming sessions that an unusual thought crosses her mind, one that requires her immediate attention. After discarding most of her weapons, chest armor, and chaps, she hurries off into the Commercial District. The walk is a familiar one, and it doesn't take long until she's face to face with a room in a swanky, 1920's Brooklyn-style hotel labeled "221." She knocks carefully, hoping she's not disturbing the occupant on the other side.

"Steve? It's Amelia. Can I... can I come in?"
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-22 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"It's open!" Hollers a somewhat muffled by the wood voice from inside. When Amelia works up the nerve to go in, she may be surprised to find Steve on his hands and knees in the middle of a newspaper strewn mess on the floor, covered head to toe in splotches of charcoal as he works on some sort of greyscale piece.

Luckily, he's wearing a pair of jeans and what was probably once a white tee shirt he got while in the Nexus. His suit is clean and hanging up on the other side of the door once she gets inside.

"How are you Amelia? Doing alright?" He'll get to his feet and give her a smile, adding another splotch of charcoal to his forehead and sandy bands as he wipes them form his eyes with the back of a hand.
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-22 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I could say the same about you. You seem a lot better than you did over the end of the month. Sorry I didn't check in with you sooner, I came down with a devil of a cold after the celebration."

Steve looks down at his hands and makes a 'welp' kind of face before wiping them off on his already splotched tee shirt. He's more careful of his feet--slipping off the cheap moccasins he'd been wearing so he wouldn't get the hotel floor dirty. He's still going to have to clean this place up but he's managed to contain his mess to the newspaper lined floor.

"It's my home again. I met up with someone who showed me pictures of the city in the future--from way up high. I was trying to recreate it from memory so I could hang it somewhere when I'm done. Bring a little bit of home with me, you know?"
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-22 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I just mean...Nevermind. Yeah, I'm feeling better." It's better to not point out the last he saw her she was bolting out of the party so fast Steve thought she'd seen a ghost. She does look better, and that's the truth.

Worry not Amelia, Steve is thinking the same thing, and he plans on talking to your employer about it in due time. Which in this case means when he doesn't look like he took a roll around in a coal mine for fun.

"Sure, I'd be happy to help, if I can." Steve gives Amelia a supportive smile. "I know how important that can be. So I'll do my best."
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-22 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve's polite, certainly he'd leave a message taped to the door if nothing else, letting folks know where he'd gone off to. Otherwise, he's often in the forum working.

The request is one that wipes the smile from Steve's face. It's a very personal request, and one he's not sure he can do. He's never tried to do that before.

"I've never tried that, but I'd sure be willing to give it a shot. It would take a lot of time from you, since you'd be my baseline and I'd have to ask you to describe them in great detail. Would you be alright with that?"
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-23 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't expect we'll get it right off the bat. What I'd like to do is sit down with you over lunch or the like, and bring my sketchbook. Feel free to write down descriptions before hand but I want to get to know them through your eyes, and having you talk about them is the best way. Then I'll make some sketches and I'll play around until you feel it's correct---if I can't do it, then you won't need to feel bad or wait to see a finished piece. Does that sound fair?"

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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-23 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh? Sure. If you know a nice cafe or the like we could go, that would be nice. Try to get your thoughts in order....could you give me twenty minutes or so to grab a shower and change though?"

Steve looks a bit bashfully down at his state.

"I shouldn't go out looking like this, ehehe."
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-23 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve doesn't keep Amelia waiting for long. He's wearing his suit and tie like he was the day he stumbled into this place, sketchbook in tow and a pencil tucked behind one ear.

Once he catches sight of her, Steve makes his way over and takes a seat, grateful for the heater. Poor man doesn't have much anything in the way of insulation.

"Thanks for that." He murmurs as he sits, wrapping his bony hands briefly around the mug to warm them.
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-23 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, let me see." Steve holds out his hand to take the notebook and look it over. He skims the contents with a serious expression, trying to commit it all to memory. Steve opens his own sketchbook and jots a few notes down on the back of a page lightly, no doubt to reference when he begins drawing. His gaze flits up to Amelia and Steve nods.

"That's fine. Tell me about a family event. When everyone's together and celebrating?" He's marking out various height approximations across an empty page before he drops his gaze back down to his sketchbook and starts.

In the center, seated as though for a family portrait, he's going to start with Amelia. That will be his point of reference for everyone else. And, more importantly, it will place a small part of her with those she misses dearly.
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-23 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Amelia...are you really okay with this?" Steve doesn't stop sketching, he wants to give her some small measure of dignity by looking back down the moment he realizes she's crying.

A doting father, a detail oriented mother...Steve moves onto them next, glancing over frequently at his notes as well as the descriptions Amelia provided. It's a rough sketch by all accounts, but he wants to get the look and feel of them right.

This is clearly very important to Amelia, and more challenging than he thought it would be. Clothing, he realizes, will be the most difficult thing, as they're not likely to wear clothes he's familiar with.
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-24 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Steve turns to a fresh page in Amelia's notebook and hands it back to her.

"If you could...please try to sketch me even a rough idea of the types of clothes people wore? it won't do much good if I put them all in the suits and dresses the people in my world wear, would it."

"Feel free to write descriptions as well, but really, even a crude drawing would help me visualize things." Steve can make do referring to his own notes while Amelia works.

"What are your siblings like?"
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-24 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Steve thinks Cecelia will the be simplest for him to picture. He can relate to her in so many ways. He's better now than he used to be, but..the will to live, despite one's limitations. The will to do just as much...yes. He knows he'll be able to breathe life into her on the paper, if no one else.

Not that he's giving up on trying, by no means. But if he can get close on any of them, he'll be very pleased.

"Thank you, Amelia." Steve accepts the notebook back, eyes furtively skimming the pages and flitting over to her own garments as if to doublecheck a detail or two before he keeps sketching. A family man, a scholar, and a firecracker of a little sister, living larger than her small frame allows her. Little by little, a rough image of Amelia's family is emerging on the paper.

He won't show her, not yet. But another two cups of coffee later he's got a rough group sketch to work with. He turns it around for Amelia to see.

"It's not going to be right. Not yet. Tell me what needs fixing. Eyes too wide. Nose too long. Improper posture. I want to try...and make this as close as I can. I hope it's not way off the mark."
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-24 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Amelia." Steve's voice is gentle. He's smiling. "Put the money away. I tell you what. I'm moving soon. Trying to talk to Schon about getting a place of my own. One I can mess up if I feel like." He chuckles slightly.

"If you want to pay me back, help me move? Or maybe help me get furniture when I do so?" He's smiling. "It would mean a lot to me. I can't really do it all by myself, so.."
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-24 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Because he's Steve 'Captain America' Rogers, and when he believes in you, you believe in you too. It's the real super power he's got. That and the mother of all puppy dog eyes in his current tiny form.

"I appreciate it." He says gently. "What I'd like you to do is make some notes, let me know what I need to fix. And then I'll work on it and then you'll check it again. And only when it's alright by you will I shade it all in."
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-24 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods. "Take it home with you. Make notes. Let me know how dark everyone's hair is, favorite colors, and the like. it's all going to be done in black and white, but having an idea will help me when it comes time to shading. Then we can meet in a day or so, and when I know what needs changing, I'll do that."

Steve rubs at the back of his neck at the compliment.

"I'm glad I can use my schooling to help you out, Amelia. plus, the break will give me time to go find Schon and ask about getting a place of my own."
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-24 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay." He gives her an eager nod, dropping his hands back to his lap before studying them. They're covered in graphite from the pencil, so Steve wipes his hands--

--on his pants, but given the grease and the grime it's hard to tell the difference--

--gently on his napkin to clean them off a bit. Once he's satisfied with the state of his hands, he'll reach over and pat the back of Amelia's hand gently.

"You look tired, Amelia. That's enough for today. Okay?" She seemed so far away for a moment there, and Steve knows the feeling. Being reminded of home can bring you back. Between the drawing the talking, and all the notes, Steve knows she must be mentally exhausted.
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[personal profile] juststeverogers 2015-11-25 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll be alright, it's not very far from here." Steve gives Amelia a grateful smile. "It might not make sense, but I don't feel right taking a lady's cloak when it's cold out. My suit jacket will do until I get back, but thanks, I mean it."

It feels a little weird turning over his sketchbook to Amelia, but he knows she needs to look it over. Besides, he has a larger piece to finish back at the hotel.