HE’S SURROUNDED BY everything he hates. it’s in the air ; it’s in his lungs. it’s in his glance that’s blurred by tears of loss. in the moment the boots of the star-lord drag through blood stained grounds of a planet lost, he hates everything, because all he sees is his failure. his incapability to be on time to save innocents. this is not a battlefield. on a battlefield there’s a clash, fight, however these people were PEACEFUL. they were simply led to their slaughter without resistance & Peter Quill was not swift enough to stop it. he makes it look so easy being who he is as if all there is to it is the flashy smiles & the accurate shots coming from his blasters, dancing through danger & succeeding.
what he is is a man of WAR. war is under his nail beds. it runs its course through him to kill him behind the smoke of fires that are dying about him. there are dead people everywhere & he feels no different than them. the children. the children ! his heart breaks & BURNS. ; it becomes a supernova & explodes.
he can barely stand on his two feet without falling on his knees. how is he supposed to carry this on his shoulders ? how will he ever go to sleep again ? he will have to get it together because he has to & he was burdened with this fate although he thinks it was a choice. indeed, he made the choice to be star-lord. he wanted it, but it was the plan of the fates all along. & to be a giver of miracles, he has to feel his veins become flames, be consumed in the darkness of his own & be reborn.
it’s then he finally sees a figure in the distance. he does not bother arming himself because it’s clear that the troops already accomplished what they wanted & left a long time ago. he has to gulp before he can speak because his throat burns too, like his entire existence. ❛ hello ? ❜
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SHE JUST REMEMBERS RUNNING. From the moment the ship had touched back down on Alderaan's soil, she'd been on the move, Captain Antilles calling after her to SLOW DOWN. They'd turned around as soon as they'd gotten the distress call, lightspeed for the first time in her life feeling more like a slow crawl.
THANOS ---------------- what could he have wanted with them? What could he possibly have gained from them?
They were a peaceful planet --------------- NO WEAPONS SYSTEM, no manner of self - defense, no way to put a stop to the ONSLAUGHT that was coming to Alderaan. Alderaan ------------ a jewel of the CORE WORLDS, a planet of prosperity and beauty, mountains and lakes ------------ and now nothing. No one. The spaceport empty save for the recently landed TANTIVE, the palace silent save for the echos of her footfalls on the synthstone. Her mother, her father, everyone ---------- GONE. Her steps are painfully slow now, the adrenaline pushing her from room to room spent. And this slower pace is more than enough for all those WHAT IF's to creep on in; more than enough time for her to REGRET asking to leave on this mission and leaving her parent's behind. If only she had stayed. If only she was there with them and not aboard her family's ship instead...
AND SHE'S RUNNING AGAIN. One last try, out of the palace and back into the city proper, hoping somehow she isn't alone, that she's somehow missed signs of life ------------ until a voice finds a way to cut through the SMOKE AND ASH.
"Who's there?" Unfamiliar, unsure. It's not the voice she's hoping to hear. Her mother, her father ------------- it's neither. It's NO ONE. A figure that she knows it's UNWISE to approach all things considered, but if they've already seen her first, there doesn't seem much of a point of running away. ( Run to where? Run to whom? Her options are limited. )
"Who are you? What happened here?"
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