[After the first few frozen moments, the initial panic response fades when he realises that his will remains his own. Orpheus' voice is clear, but Bucky feels no compulsion to walk to him as he had when the man had become a creature, which means he was likely telling the truth about lacking those powers.
And then--
--the song creates a hollow sort of echo in his chest, like a phantom pain. It conjures up images of bright red lipstick and cigarette smoke, of the smell of pomade in his hair. Nothing more substantial than that, no truly concrete memory, but... he knows that song. He knows it. That's what serves to keep him in place until all of a sudden it stops, even the vibration of the strings silenced in a heartbeat.
He doesn't look particularly okay, dark smudges under his eyes and a rumpled look to his clothes, a habitual tension in his shoulders. But he's ignoring the question to ask his own, voice quiet.]
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And then--
--the song creates a hollow sort of echo in his chest, like a phantom pain. It conjures up images of bright red lipstick and cigarette smoke, of the smell of pomade in his hair. Nothing more substantial than that, no truly concrete memory, but... he knows that song. He knows it. That's what serves to keep him in place until all of a sudden it stops, even the vibration of the strings silenced in a heartbeat.
He doesn't look particularly okay, dark smudges under his eyes and a rumpled look to his clothes, a habitual tension in his shoulders. But he's ignoring the question to ask his own, voice quiet.]
What was that song?