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At first, Daken didn't notice anything amiss when he let himself into Bucky's apartment. The trans-Continental flight from California to New York and then dealing with the chaos of the Big Apple two weeks before Christmas left him feeling vaguely irritated at the world and the whole concept of Christmas.

His adopted parents had raised him in the Shinto faith to begin with but since the age of ten, Daken had been an avowed atheist. There was no kind and benevolent God out there or even a wrath-filled one just waiting to punish you for the slightest mistakes waiting on high in the mutant's opinion. You were on your own and it was up to you to forge your own destiny.

It was the lights that gave it all away. He could see them glowing on the ceiling before he'd even entered the living room. A groan escaped the mutant as he kicked off his damp shoes and wandered down the hallway. At least Bucky's ridiculous display of 'Christmas Cheer' was fairly modest and not completely over the top.

"Those had better not be presents under that damned tree." He grumbled as he wandered into the living room in search of his so-called 'husband'. "I'm not celebrating this outdated ideal of a holiday. Not when I spent two hours trying to get from the airport because of the idiots out on the streets worshiping their own God of Capitalism."

Date: 2012-12-14 05:59 pm (UTC)
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"Well, that's good. Always easier when things don't have to get messy."

Bucky watched his lover watch the people below. He himself looked out the window a lot this time of year. Watched the citizens of this city go about preparing for Christmas. It didn't make him feel sad or left out to watch other people do things he didn't do. On the contrary, it made him feel like a part of something. Like by the simple of act of living in this city, he was a part of something bigger.

"Come over here. Sit with me."

Date: 2012-12-16 03:52 am (UTC)
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It was clear Daken wasn't going to sit down, so Bucky stood back up. "I am that sentimental. New York is my home." It was a major hitch in their bicoastal relationship. Bucky could spend days, weeks, even months in California, but in the end, it would always be New York. Even after working in Russia for decades, the second he quit, he found himself back in New York. He would always gravitate toward this city.

He rested a hand on Daken's waist, one corner of his mouth quirking up. "Well, then I'd suggest a walk, but there are people outside, and I know how much you hate them."

Date: 2012-12-21 04:57 am (UTC)
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"They are. Luckily, I'm pretty good at staying under the radar." His other hand rested on Daken's waist, as well. "So? What'll make you feel better?" Because even for Daken, this seemed cranky.

Date: 2012-12-22 05:15 pm (UTC)
mywinterstorm: (super handsome)
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He chuckled. "Yeah, I do." He would be lying if he said he didn't get off on managing to escape their notice. It was part of the narcissism that made him so charming. Or so he thought.

He also got off on how super handsome his lover looked in winter wear. "Oh yeah? A thing or two like what?"

Date: 2013-01-09 01:32 am (UTC)
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He snorted. Daken had saved him in the past. Why shouldn't Bucky believe he'd save him again?

"Daisuki." He pecked the man a kiss before stepping away. "Well. If you don't tell me what those things are, I can't be any help."

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