@ peter quill.
"What?" There was an honest air of confusion behind the word, it wasn't like she'd actually managed to pull a blade on him, right?
Gamora kept quiet for a few moments then, swimming through the viscous sea of her recent memory to try and figure out what had actually just went on, before she finally felt the cool sting of unsheathed metal against her side somewhere nearer to her original position: she'd must have dropped it in her stupor. She grabbed it instinctually in a slow, methodical motion to be drug up without destroying the bedding and without looking up (what was this, shame or nausea?) she offered it over to him. Maybe this was a hint that she needed to stop sleeping armed.
"What?" There was an honest air of confusion behind the word, it wasn't like she'd actually managed to pull a blade on him, right?
Gamora kept quiet for a few moments then, swimming through the viscous sea of her recent memory to try and figure out what had actually just went on, before she finally felt the cool sting of unsheathed metal against her side somewhere nearer to her original position: she'd must have dropped it in her stupor. She grabbed it instinctually in a slow, methodical motion to be drug up without destroying the bedding and without looking up (what was this, shame or nausea?) she offered it over to him. Maybe this was a hint that she needed to stop sleeping armed.
December 15th, 2014 at 07:35pm