#spacestreetrat

[chainsxwsmile]

Some more dad Bruce! feat. Xana @spacestreetrat

[myplaceiswithmybrother]

((spacestreetrat)) The ship lands, or rather crashes through the atmosphere at a terrifyingly fast rate, against the ground, leaving a trail of broken earth and alien metals in it's wake. Among the wreck is a small, lemon yellow figure, knocked unconscious by the impact.

Fili’s head shot up instantly at the sight above him, eyes straining to figure out what just flew above his head and crashed not far away in the woods. Was that a plane? He shook his head, pulling out his phone ready to call 911 and making his way towards the crash. What he wasn’t expecting to see was an aircraft like no other he had laid eyes on before, and a small yellow skinned girl laying unconscious near what he assumed was the cockpit of the vehicle. Moving quickly he pocketed his phone, something about her yellow skin making him think twice about calling any sort of authorities, and scooped her up before making his way back to his home, checking where he could for injuries before setting her up in his guest room.

[paramounticebound]

cont. || @spacestreetrat

Pain never mattered. A lifetime lacking mercy formed scars, thick skin, and an expectation of betrayal. Humanity had taught him well: there was only hurt and shattered bonds and empty space. Sleeping in ice had been more of a comfort than waking up to a screaming Earth-- how she longed for a release that he could not grant her! Life was like that. Life would always be like that.

Xana had been the gift he’d never deserved, ribbon-wrapped in shadows and empty cargo bays. It hadn’t taken long for his walls to break down, damning a whispered desire for a legacy. Mechanically, he’d entertained the notion of creating for purpose alone, like a machine knowing only the cold, merciless hand that it was dealt. The child had changed everything for him, and he had offered her the galaxy in return. 

Khan never could admit to despair, not directly. Betrayal was too harsh a word, even for him, even for the uncrowned king programmed to conquest until his kin were satisfied. He expected Xana to search for her father-- her true father-- eventually. There was no disillusion to be found in mind nor heart. Merely, he hadn’t expected...

Yondu’s death echoed through many channels, and Khan’s Ravager contacts had mentioned the information in passing. He knew where to find her and where to find his missing ship, tracking aside. Briefly, he’d entertained the idea that she might come crawling back with her tail between her legs, and he’d entertained the thought that he may never see her again. Some habits never died, and if she really wanted to disappear, she could-- somewhat. 

The augment perched himself on the extended ramp, whittling away with a small knife, an unreadable expression etched into his features. A heavy sort of stillness clung to him, perhaps the eye of the storm, and his fingers caressed the small chunk of wood he slowly transformed. Waiting, as always, was the easiest part.

[chainsxwsmile]

Stay close to me Count one, two and three Up in through your sleeves Bursting through the seams Open your eyes and see - You see

Sticks and stones- Jonsi

Through both plotting with and roleplaying alongside @spacestreetrat‘s character Xana, I absolutely fell in love with this tough lil’ cutie. Hope my illustration managed to do the character justice!

[paramounticebound]

SEND ‘🔺’ + A COLOR FOR A COLOR BOARD OF OUR MUSES || @spacestreetrat - YELLOW || accepting. 

At the edge, looking up, Shifting focus onto a majestic void. Leaving myself open to let go, Drift along and disappear. I listen when you sing. Astral resonance rings. My gaze ascends, never ends. Numbness strikes like fever.

--- In Awe Of, Cult of Luna

[paramounticebound]

@spacestreetrat

“For ten years, Khan?! You seriously think I was always safe for ten fucking years? Bullshit…It’s actually sad, you know that? It’s real fucking sad that you can’t even admit you fucked up. ‘My errand ran awry’, you won’t even admit fault there. You’re not a fucking god, Khan, you’re just as fucked up as everything else in this universe.”

     “Do you think I chose to rot away for a decade on that godforsaken planet? Do you truly believe that I preferred torture, imprisonment, humiliation? You were safe. You are still breathing, yes? You are still allowed to be ungrateful! Freedom and safety are owning the ability to scorn the only one who bothered to take you in. Or have you forgotten that in a mere ten years?”

[paramounticebound]

((spacestreetrat)) “you left me here all by myself.”

seven-word sentence starters || @spacestreetrat || selectively accepting.

     “No! I did not-- I would not. You were never alone, and I always meant to return. You know this, Xana. My errand ran awry, that is all. You were always safe.”

[paramounticebound]

❛ it is over. no-one is left. i am coming home. ❜

Deathless starters. || @spacestreetrat || selectively accepting. 

There was once a time when he yearned for the often volatile connection of family– through blood, through birth. This had been when he was a child, not yet accustomed to the cruel mannerisms of life, the way that it takes and it takes. Dr. Kaur had been the closest thing to a mother that he’d ever have, and it now occurs to him that’s a story that Xana hasn’t heard. It wouldn’t make a difference. She wants what any child might: closure. Acceptance. A home. 

It’s just the luck of the draw that her genetic donor was a worthless, selfish blemish on the galaxy. 

He listens to her words, obscured over the transmission, and he hopes that she means the Vengeance and not Scorpa. There’s nothing for her there, and they both know it. Khan’s gaze attaches itself to the star-stained darkness behind the glass, and drums his fingers against the armrest. Like a ghost, he speaks to no one in particular.

     “Your home is with us. With me. Do not forget us so easily.”