#uglyinnocent

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Blue space-dad taking his kids to Disney!

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❝ @uglyinnocent liked for a gif graphic .

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smol thing for @uglyinnocent!

     EGO WOULD BE lying if he said that he’d ever imagined finding a cure for his sleepless nights would end up looking anything like this. ( Regrettably, whatever being that had once called him into existence and given him life had also neglected to give him the ability to see into the future. ) As a matter of fact, he suspected that upon first glance, very few actually WOULD be able to predict that the little girl in front of him, eyes wide as saucers and impossibly curious as they explored the world around her, could be the answer to his dilemma. She seemed so unassuming, even with the tiny antennae sprouting from her head; and yet, there was a power sleeping within her, he could feel it, and he was more than a little interested to see what would happen when he drew it out.

      ❝ NOW, JUST CLOSE your eyes, ❞ he instructs, adopting a rare sort of gentility -- even KINDNESS -- to speak to the child. ❝ And concentrate. I’ll admit, I don’t have the foggiest clue how to use those powers of yours, but if they’re anything like mine, then the most important thing of all will just be to feel it. And be patient; it may not come right away, so don’t get frustrated too quickly. ❞

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Unsure, Groot lifted his hands up to his head, miming her antennae. Mantis was a little harder to imitate than some of his other friends. She was quieter. Nicer. And he liked to come sit with her when he wanted a nap, which was not an easy thing to mime. Thinking of that did give him a better idea, though. He lowers his hands from his head and reaches out to touch her arm. 

“I am Groot!”‘Sleep!’

[sentientsapling]

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He’s been practicing. Vines are easy to do. Leaves grow on their own. Flowers, however... Flowers are harder to make. They require focus that the little sapling hasn’t quite grasped yet. But he keeps trying. 

The first one he managed - a rather sad looking, misshapen thing - was given to Rocket. The next, barely better than the first, was tucked into Gamora’s hair while he sat on her shoulder. Peter got one as well. By that point, he was starting to get a hang of making them look like actual flowers. 

When he came to sit beside Mantis, he’d managed to produce three small flowers that he’d gathered up in one hand. Sitting next to her and leaning against her leg, he started work on a fourth.

“I am Groot!” he shouted excitedly, wanting her to see how pretty this flower was turning out. It’s petals were mostly the same size and shape, and everything. This was definitely the best one he’d made so far. Once it was finished, he added it to the three he had collected and held the small bouquet up to Mantis.

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❝ i like you fin !! it is tall -- like my antennae !! and so pretty !! ❞ [uglyinnocent]

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Pieces of the yaka arrow lay strewn across his work surface, ready to be cleaned and reassembled.  The weapon has seen nothing short of MASS SLAUGHTER since the last time he went through this little ritual; he’s not about to let it get gunked up with blood and dirt and metal.

The task is a grave one-- calling to mind the memories of the recently deceased, the faces of thousands of traitors who would have seen him die before following him a step further. He can still recall the pleas of the loyal as they turned to him for help before being jettisoned out the airlock. Friends, and he didn’t lift a finger in their defense. COULDN’T.

There were others, too-- others who didn’t fall on one side or the other. Those were the ones who were in it for themselves-- who didn’t care which man was captain, so long as they kept the money flowing. They didn’t deserve to die, but then-- few people ever do. They were just standing on the wrong side of the line when at last the reaper came calling.

It’s a stark contrast to the INNOCENCE in her eyes-- the childlike wonder as she regards his fin. He pauses in his work, setting down the components-- setting aside the memories of the slaughter-- and sits back to look at her.

“MANTIS, right?” He wonders briefly if she’s ever seen anything like it-- or, more appropriately-- felt anything like it. They’ve told him that she’s an empath-- that she can feel other people’s feelings.

So what would she make of the MESS inside his head?

“Yeah, I s’pose it is.” He pushes aside the memories again-- stubbornly-- clutching at stoicism as if he can somehow lock away his feelings. “I’ve never thought much about it. It’s just always sorta been there.”

Persistent-- like so many things in his life. DEATH, for one.

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❝ would you like to try some honeyed locusts ?? ❞ (uglyinnocent)

     “Honeyed...locusts.” So she hadn’t imagined that. Cas stared down at the other woman, trying not to glance at the plate of insects she was offering. She didn’t like bugs, could hardly tolerate people who looked like them either. But she couldn’t find it in her heart to upset Mantis, not when she was finally getting the hang of smiling and being sweet enough to share. “Sure, I’ll try it. First time for everything, right?” The Ravager shrugged, reaching to take one.

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[sentientsapling]

“ taste the sun. ” [uglyinnocent]

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The planet they’ve stopped on has a very nice sun. Big and bright, and warming the glass of the window he’s sitting next to. Rocket said to stay inside until they were sure they were actually going to rest here for a bit instead of just making their delivery and moving on. Something about not wanting him to get lost. But by the time the explanation came, Groot had stopped listening. He’d heard he couldn’t go outside and tuned everything else out to pout.

Not that pouting had helped his cause. Rocket had gone and he was left on the ship. It was terrible. Awful. Absolutely the worst. He was so caught up in pouting at the sky through the window that he didn’t notice Mantis until she was next to him. 

Mantis was good. He liked her, and he liked her even more when they were outside the ship together.

“Taste the sun.”

She knew just what he wanted. Positively beaming, he turns his face skyward and stretches his arms wide, enjoying the feeling of the warmth on his bark instead of on the glass. All frustration at being left behind is forgotten and replaced with a perfect bliss. It’s warm, it’s sunny, and he is safe.

At least until he stretches too far and tumbles backwards.