yells!!!!

Date: 2018-02-22 03:53 am (UTC)
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[ his home is recovering.

killmonger had been defeated, and wakanda is returning back to normal, but the world is in a state of upheaval. wakanda is buzzing with electricity, with excitement, with trepediation, and even now, though t'challa knows he is making the right choice for his people, he knows that his people may not feel the same.

he is to reveal the secrets of this utopia to the world, and that . . . well. it's certainly a lot that's weighing on his shoulders, and definitely a bold first act, for a new king. but killmonger -- no, erik, n'jadaka, his cousin, had been right. in a way.

we must love one another, and support one another. they truly have nothing to lose but their chains.

but still, through all of nakia's reassurances, and shuri's boastful declaration that t'challa will be the most beloved king wakanda had ever seen, t'challa still has a lot on his mind, before he goes to the united nations. before he pulls back the curtain. and so he is taking a step outside, to breathe in the beauty of his home, to have a moment of peace before the whirlwind begins again, when he sees a familiar figure.

for a moment, t'challa considers leaving him be. there is still a certain . . . awkwardness, from the young king, for that whole sorry i tried to kill you error. but he decides leaving is an act of cowardice and foolishness, and besides -- this cliff belongs to him, now. he'll walk on it as he pleases. ]


It is rare to see you so close to the city. [ a voice from behind bucky, as t'challa steps forward, his normally quiet footsteps purposefully loud. he won't be responsible for triggering the winter soldier. ] Are you bored with the border, or did Shuri want to run more tests?
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