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SHIPPING CALL FOR MY ETERNALS MUSES; there is ; sersi, makkari, druig, phastos and ikaris. they all have various headcanons and sexualities that will be noted upon speaking to you.. liking this will make me poke you.
druig : having been bandaged and cared for by the receiver , sender unexpectedly reaches out to take their hand and hold it in a quiet , sincere gesture of gratitude .
thought of him injured has always lodged something sharp && brittle between her lungs . it finds its way to nestle amid soft inner bits when any of their group finds themselves wounded / endangered / threatened but with him ----- it gets larger , sharper . a fist shaped dirty bomb within cavity of her breast tick-tick-ticking away && threatening to explode , send pieces of her across the planet , into the farthest reaches of space . ( remember : the noise threatening to bubble forth from line of throat as eyes took in his assault . )
she's worried , angry . knows he'll survive ----- they always have ----- but it does not stop the emotions in belly , roiling about like the ocean in a storm . ( fingers brush against own abdomen , half expecting to feel something pressing outwards from beneath the red of her suit . there's nothing there except smooth fabric && hidden flesh && makkari disguises the touch as accidental . )
his hand brings her back . fingers && palms against her own as familiar as if she were holding own hand . ( thinks : she has become acquainted with every inch of everyone's skin in the many , many years they have stood together . ) it's comforting [ ... ] cannot help but give a brief squeeze , tight enough to feel ichor slide through his veins beneath her fingertips . not a reminder ----- though , just short .
makkari , with one hand so as to not disrupt his hold : once you're better , remind me to hit you .
feat @surviev , druig
CHARACTER GRAPHICS : m.akkari
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makkari hadn’t expected visitors. holed up in their ship with her books and artifacts from their lives. she had collected a few just for herself too. nothing anyone would miss. a few paintings, or tablets, inconsequential in the grand scheme of humanity. it was one of the benefits of being fast enough to slip in and out of places. she could live parallel to humanity without having to grow closer to the people and things that occupied it. instead drinking in the knowledge of them from what they created, and wrote. it was a different kind of knowing. she looks up to see thena though. a face she hasn’t seen in centuries. and how they have felt like a blink of an eye. the corner of her eyes crinkle as her smile widens. it’s been so long, her hands move swiftly before embracing the other in a quick hug. it’s good to see you.