‘ ‘ YOU’RE A REAL charmer , aren’t ya ? ’ ’ he shifts on his feet , mixed emotions thrumming through his veins . the ALLURE of a brand new planet is strong , temptation calling him down to his very marrow . he would succumb , normally , but something drives him to STAY . had he not been told that the woman before him & his all - but - blood brother were siblings in any sense of the word , he wouldn’t have EVER guessed . they are both beautiful , yes , but their faces don’t hold similar features , & their bodies RADIATE a different air .
but something about her reminds him of QUILL . perhaps in the way she carries herself , or the way she considers herself the BAD GUY without ever seeing the good on the inside . Quill had been , for all intents & purposes , a criminal . if he could change & be MORE then so could she . there was no need to remain a VILLAIN ( her words ) if she didn’t want to .
( he’d always been called naive for giving out second chances so WILLINGLY ) .
‘ ‘ well , i can’t read minds , so tell me WHY are you sitting here all by yourself ? we were missing you back with the group . ’ ’
“Well you know what they say: ‘Rough diamonds are revered for their pure, untouched state and natural beauty.’” she is quick to respond, a wit all her own. She can feel his emotions spiraling about, so much so, her eyes close behind delicate shades and she takes in a deepened breath through her nose.
Then, at his final presented sentiment, she flat our snorts, shaking her head as tongue prods against the inside of her cheek. “And just who is this WE you speak of? -- Definitely not my...” she attempts to say BROTHER and a sour taste arises. “...No one was missing me.” she insists. “If anything, Quill got ants in his pants. All high and mighty and concerned that I may do something rash. You can tell him to relax. I’m fine.”
There’s a beat as she huffs through partly flared nostrils, eyes diverting to the ground before she glances over her shoulder at him. “I don’t belong here.” she softly answers. “And,” she draws her tongue along her lips before brushing them together and continuing on in confession: “I...I’m not sure I’ll ever belong.” bitterness and icicle-like behavior seems to dissipate, if only for a moment. Color her touched, he knows that Spidey here actually cares.
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