Flutiebear: Rambling My Way Through Thedas

historymiss:

flutiebear replied to your photo: Sitting in a cafe with enchantedsunrise and taking…

Captain America and Aveline comparing shields. YES I TOOK IT TO THE SAD PLACE.

There’s more to a shield than the heraldry, but that’s what catches the eye. Aveline traces the star, the bright bold circle.

“It’s a target.”

She’s seen them on the archery butts at the guard house often enough to know one when it’s presented to her. Steve nods.

“They aim at me, they don’t aim at anyone else.”

He takes in her own shield: the dings and scrapes that almost obliterate the flaming sword, pointing down. A sword for defending, not attacking. A sword at rest, a hope that might yet come to pass.

And clinging to it, evident in the straps that fit his hand but not hers, the ghost of a man left behind.

Steve hands it back, takes up his own shield. Nods, and smiles when it’s returned.

There’s not much more than that to say.

Goddamn. I really love this. Thanks, historymiss.