@amongdistantworlds because ross likes trouble.
“-----Is that a coincidence or do aliens just universally speak in English?”
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@amongdistantworlds because ross likes trouble.
“-----Is that a coincidence or do aliens just universally speak in English?”
ꜰɪʟᴇ:// sᴘᴏᴄᴋ
SHE LOVES LANGUAGE --- loves how much information she can get from a person’s conscious misuse of subjunctives, from the abbreviations and slips of the tongue. she loves finding history in accents and colloquialism used, going back generations with a simple vowel or the thrill of discovery when she learns something she had not known. deciphering spock had been her most favourite project --- seeing past the words he carefully chooses, past the mask of vulcan calm which makes him look so unapproachable and severe. she knows what his eyes say without words, can guess the meaning behind the twitch of his lips or the precise angle of one raised eyebrow. she likes to believe that she knows him better than most ; his very existence her own language she had built by the minute, a puzzle unfolded in front of her eyes the more time they spend together.
she truly wishes she didn’t. thus she tries not to look at him, because to do so would tell her more than she needs to know, and her resolve is already close to crumbling. because she knows that if she looks up at his face, which does not tell her anything, or worse, at his hands, which tell her EVERYTHING, she will unravel, break apart, ask for things he cannot give her. the weigh of her own guilt is heavy enough to crush her --- the sky of san francisco is overcome with ominous clouds, low enough to make her feel claustrophobic, and yet here she is, breathing, full of life, when so many others were gone and, her mind falters over the word, dead. yet when she speaks, her voice is devoid of any emotion, in an attempt to sound as vulcan as he.
“ you’re leaving. to the colony. ” / @amongdistantworlds
@amongdistantworlds : // GAMORA.
❛ i wasn’t GOING to let you die , gamora. ❜ genuine was a first for him , but he could not stand seeing her DYING ALONE . if anything , saul wasn’t going to lose her in the grasp of thanos .
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She scowled, head tilting in an almost bird-like in her mannerisms as her wings twitched behind her. “Y’ smell way worse’n me, and we all know that’s really sayin’ somethin. Th’shit’s goin’ on, smelly?”