[ there's a low-grade sense of adrenaline pumping through him as geralt walks around to get in on the other side. Steve's been to Nero's horizon before, seen the van before, but he's never actually been inside. most of their time together had been in solvunn, in the actual mud and dirt of the land. horizon visits they kept for their contacts not in solvunn, for meetings they'd take separately.
now, Steve sits behind the wheel and it feels... right? god, it's awful in a lot of ways. his gut clenches aggressively, tightly, and Steve thinks he might be sick - all from the way the steering wheel feels warm. the seat well-worn, settled. like it was waiting for him. like he was supposed to be here, all along.
Steve won't cry, but when geralt settles into the seat next to him, he also can't look at him. instead, Steve reaches for the stick, puts the van in drive, and with a thick swallow and a tight jaw. the moment his foot presses down on the gas, music starts playing - entirely unprompted, unasked. loud, aggressive, and vaguely reminiscent of the stuff Eddie likes to play, but...
wraps this up with a nice little bow
now, Steve sits behind the wheel and it feels... right? god, it's awful in a lot of ways. his gut clenches aggressively, tightly, and Steve thinks he might be sick - all from the way the steering wheel feels warm. the seat well-worn, settled. like it was waiting for him. like he was supposed to be here, all along.
Steve won't cry, but when geralt settles into the seat next to him, he also can't look at him. instead, Steve reaches for the stick, puts the van in drive, and with a thick swallow and a tight jaw. the moment his foot presses down on the gas, music starts playing - entirely unprompted, unasked. loud, aggressive, and vaguely reminiscent of the stuff Eddie likes to play, but...
no, it's definitely nero's. ]