#deathlyskilled

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He’s almost in disbelief. What was once glance has now jerked into a stare. Amber eyes that once held the answer to everything are now left searching for them. Is it really her? It couldn’t be. She died. Really died. As in, “everyone got brought back but her” kind of died.

If this is some kind of joke, some Skrull trying to irk one of the Guardians of the Galaxy by posing as one of their long lost family members. No one is making it out of this bar in one piece.

Rocket’s slow to approach. His small frame just hardly out of her line of sight. His head just hardly makes it over the height of the table.

“...hi...um..” his brain freezes. She looks just like her. “...Gammy?” 

[procycn]

@deathlyskilled ✹ ✹ ✹ STARTER CALL !

DARK, WARY EYES WATCH as gamora handles groot — only a few days out of his pot && barely speaking yet — && there's a part of him that wants to protest, shelter his friend's young progeny from the rest of the world... whether or not he trusts them or not. there's another part of rocket, the selfish part, that cannot bear to think of think bonding with the rest of the band of misfits, lest he become more attached to any of them than rocket himself. he's all i have left of groot, the original one. that idiot sacrificed himself for us all because he liked them. what if that happens again, one day...?

but he expresses none of this, && his stare softens microscopically as he hears the quiet coos coming from the creature barely larger than a twig. that small sliver of relief ( she's not going to hurt him ) is enough to relax rocket's shoulders, if only for a little while.

"he's taken to you," he murmurs. "he always... well... groot always trusted too easy, too." rocket sighs, && averts his eyes. acceptance. "that's good. he's gonna need people lookin' out for him."

[emmafrrost]

@deathlyskilled​

          ❝                you know, having a great personality won’t exactly help you when it comes to the man you’re looking for.  &&. i use ‘MAN’ very lightly. ❞                 

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@deathlyskilled​

“Frankly...you scare me.”

[traumaturgic]

❝ YOU KNOW,   your sister came by a little while ago. The sanctum doesn't exactly stock parts, though. ❞  

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @deathlyskilled​

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    it’s easy to have a realization; those things have a tendency to smack you in the face and knock you on your ass before you even know what’s happening. (believe him, he’s been knocked around by enough big realizations in his life to speak confidently from experience.) “hey, you flarked up again” isn’t exactly nice to be hit with, but at the same time, it just — hits.

    being the bigger man and doing something about it is a lot harder.

    because that drive doesn’t sit ready in his arsenal. he’s not richie, who’d been effortlessly good — too good for this das’t universe. no, when things get difficult, he turns and wanders the other way, from his planet, from the name he’s been given, from the people he’s dragged down with him. turns and wanders the other way, leaving a mess behind him. (some guardian of the galaxy he is.)

    but he has to try. he has to, because if he doesn’t, all of this will have been for nothing.

    so, with the yelling match with rocket already done, he decides to take a deep breath and start with the hardest place: gamora.

    the ship’s engines are still busted, but comms are working. he sits in the pilot's seat idly fiddling with controls for five minutes, ten minutes, thirty minutes, then stares into space for another fifteen before, finally — patching a call through.

    maybe she'll answer him, maybe she won't. (likely, he thinks, won't.) but he just has to take this one step at the time, right?

[healertm]

@deathlyskilled​ acted on such: “I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

❝ Such saddening words from a woman I thought had outsmarted death and all its reign. Although I give you credit, as conquering such fear requires confidence, strength, and will. All of which you have skillfully mastered, of course. ❞

Said Lyra, eyes turning towards the warrior with a dark envy hiding behind her sea blues. Ironically, the topic was one of her most traumatic fears.

One would think working alongside it almost daily would give the healer an advantage against it; however, she still remained at Death’s feet, groveling as nearly every individual would do at some point.

It was a fear, though, of being overcome by it. Healing is quite the emotional toll, leaving healers very vulnerable to the deceit of Death’s words whispered in their ear. Join me, he says. Being able to heal meant the ability to drain was also at hand, and my it is so easy to succumb to.

❝ I do not find demise a challenging enemy, as we are all fated to such. Surely you’ve had your quickstep with bloodshed and destruction but ballroom alongside a figure as He is leaves his hand creeping around your neck. That cold touch is what I fear. Many do not know it, and for that I am thankful.  ❞