@ peter quill.
"Watch it!" Rocket snapped as he was nearly headbutted into unconsciousness by Groot's shaking head.
Splitting up really was probably their best bet, but then again leaving a young sentient tree of all things to fend for himself in the middle of a city couldn't be a wise decision. This whole thing wasn't a wise decision.
"Fine." He jumped down from Groot and into the box, collecting it's contents before winding his way back up to Groot's shoulder. "Just drop the damn thing and go."
"What I want is to know what's been wrong with you for ages now." She countered his offer as she took his hand into hers, biting the inside of her lip in anticipation and trying to find eye contact.
Was this too much? Gamora couldn't tell across the contrast of whatever it was coursing through her bloodstream. She had a sudden mothering instinct overcome her though: for all the nights she was left near tears and alone wondering what would happen next through the black abyss in her life she wanted to make it up, to just blather on sweetly to Peter about how nothing was going to hurt him, how it would all work out for the better. But wait, weren't his lips perfect in that slight pout? It was as she rolled her eyes at herself that Gamora felt her stomach finally begin to lurch to match her distorted reality.
"Watch it!" Rocket snapped as he was nearly headbutted into unconsciousness by Groot's shaking head.
Splitting up really was probably their best bet, but then again leaving a young sentient tree of all things to fend for himself in the middle of a city couldn't be a wise decision. This whole thing wasn't a wise decision.
"Fine." He jumped down from Groot and into the box, collecting it's contents before winding his way back up to Groot's shoulder. "Just drop the damn thing and go."
"What I want is to know what's been wrong with you for ages now." She countered his offer as she took his hand into hers, biting the inside of her lip in anticipation and trying to find eye contact.
Was this too much? Gamora couldn't tell across the contrast of whatever it was coursing through her bloodstream. She had a sudden mothering instinct overcome her though: for all the nights she was left near tears and alone wondering what would happen next through the black abyss in her life she wanted to make it up, to just blather on sweetly to Peter about how nothing was going to hurt him, how it would all work out for the better. But wait, weren't his lips perfect in that slight pout? It was as she rolled her eyes at herself that Gamora felt her stomach finally begin to lurch to match her distorted reality.
October 7th, 2014 at 01:13am