#mantcdea

[legends-and-savages]

@mantcdea sent: ❛ i always feel better when you're with me. ❜ (For Jeff)

↠ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄 .| Accepting

A happy noise from Jeff at her words. He leaned against her leg with a smile on his features. "Mr." He said.

[shardsofstark]

The response the words receive are a glare. Sharp enough to cut through glass. Her jaw works and hands ball into fists at her side, nails digging into the skin of her palm, leaving half moon marks blossoming in her wake as she retracts them a moment later.

It's an effort to keep her breathing even, to keep the grief she feels in her chest from ripping outwards. From destroying everything. Her teeth grit and she forces breath, nostrils flaring.

" You don't have a clue what you're talking about. " She bites out, voice remarkably calmer than she feels. " You don't— " she sucks in another breath. " I could have stopped it. I could have— " she trails off.

@mantcdea sent: ❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

[gravityslingshot]

@mantcdea asked: 🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs. / for Kraglin accepting memes

The crush of ice cubes pays heed to the pounding beat against his temple, their coldness unconsumed in their entirety. The cubes shift in her hand, cracking faintly beneath the fire tips of her fingers. Mantis’s touch is soft, gentle and careful as though she feared he might break under it. But it’ll take much more to injure a Xandarian, and a random one out of the numerous whose life had fizzled down journeys from the place he’d come from to the tempest of space. The only cold he finds filters from it. The rest feels like a tumble beneath the desert sun, or the lakesides of his old planet with its lambent lacelike leaves towering in the sky.

Still, the care renders him silent, sitting with the nonchalance that fits the cradle of his back. Kraglin words spill from him, goddamn-noise-sometimes Yondu gnaws the jaws to the back of his eyeballs with, and if he were around, he wouldn’t have let the scene unfurl till a part of the ship cut its flat bottom into the stubborn earth of a planet kicked up like a bowl of dust.     

‘   I’m okay… I’m not okay, I’m going to get married before I reach the end of my prime and the least I could do is think about it before doin' it.   ‘

His hand raises. Fingers close around the pack and he peels away the cubes. Kraglin’s head tips back, turning his eyes up to her, a colour common and never thought of.

‘   Are you okay?   ‘

[folkkways]

Nova sat on the ground, the sun finally shining even if the air itself is cold. Gazing down at a butterfly by some flowers, the creature's wing fluttering slowing with each blink of her eyes. Brows furrow ever so slightly as she watches it, registering Mantis coming up beside her.

"Is it sick?" She whispers, eyes not looking away from it. She doesn't want to, even so much as reaching out her hand as if to touch the butterfly, the wish to hold it rather strong. But she doesn't want to risk hurting it more.

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[dreamawoken]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ @mantcdea - liked!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓘 thought I was the only one of my kind for so long...❞ Mantis said, big eyes focused on the woman before her. She had similar features to her own. Almost a mirror image. Regardless of who she was, she could ask questions and find out more about who she was. Perhaps there was more to it than what she had originally discovered about herself. ❝Do you mind if I ask questions? I have many.❞ She clasped her hands together in front of herself. Eager to hear what the other woman had to say in return.

[etherealstarr]

@mantcdea: ✦ 08 — "Is it weird that I feel safest right here, in the dark, with you?"

"Why would that be weird?" Ava's eyes slipped open as she felt the smaller woman curl up against her under the covers. She wasn't usually one to enjoy having her sleep interrupted, but the question seemed important to Mantis. "I'm pretty sure you feel safe with me anywhere."

[livedtough]

@mantcdea said: gives AJ a giant candy cane :p

As she's offered the treat, she smiles. It's more of a beam, really, at being given something so simple and so wonderful as a very big piece of candy. She likes candy, and she likes peppermint, and she very much likes surprises, so this is a nice combination of the three. And it is big, which is fun, too. It makes her smile, and it's certainly going to be eaten. There's a few benefits to life undead, and not having to worry about having too much sugar is one of them.

"Thank you! Oh, this is so cute! I can assure you, I'm not going to let this go to waste."

[tarnishedxknight]

New Old Friends || closed starter for mantcdea

@mantcdea

The visitors to the Avengers compound had Mithran doing doubletakes and feeling a fair amount of déjà vu. Did he know these people? It felt as though he did, and yet something was obscuring his memory. Though he carried with him much of the knowledge that Munoh once possessed, his memories as Caelen sometimes suffered after his transformation.

Some memories seemed more distant, fuzzier, and less insistent to be remembered than others. This was slowly improving, as the two halves of himself and of his mind, at first merged swiftly out of desperate necessity, continued to blend more seamlessly with time. However, as he viewed the woman nearby, he could not place her name or how he knew her. Emotions like fondness and empathy came to his mind more sharply than other details.

He decided to approach, for perhaps she would recognize him, if he could not place how he knew her. Though that might be an unfair hope, since he did not look exactly as he had before, whether he had known her as Caelen or as Munoh. Currently, he was in his human form, his face looking much like Caelen's but a good deal older, his hair longer, his eyes golden like the sun. His wings of pure energy for now were absorbed, and he carried neither sword nor shield nor golden halo to indicate any other divine power. To an empath, though, he still exuded power regardless, even if he had visually toned down his divine Occurian appearance.

"Excuse me, miss. Good day to you," Mithran said by way of greeting, his tone direct but friendly. "Forgive my accosting you this way, but I feel that I know you, though I cannot place how or from where. Your name, as well, eludes me. Have we indeed met before?"