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@wovendeath
"Man, your hair has gotten long. Err, longer, actually." Peter says, awkwardly hunched over in a rather intimate moment to get a good look at Kaine's hair with a gentle smile. He never saw Kaine do much with it and yet, there it was, in it's magnificent glory. He sat back down normally and drummed his hands on his thighs, before, piping up once more.
"Can I braid it? It'd be out of the way then. Plus, it'd look super cool, I think."
+ @wovendeath I Continued from here ( X )
+ " Here I thought that much was OBVIOUS , cowboy . " Arching a BROW at him , Annabelle had clearly been SAVING that part in case there had truly been an ARGUEMENT to have here . Truthfully she had been expecting this to turn into some kind of BLOW-UP . But having the exact OPPOSITE happen instead ? Now that was a pleasant surprise if she'd ever seen one . " I'll take your DEAL on that one . Especially if it means you finally getting some SLEEP . "
@wovendeath asked : i'm not ready to do this.
AGENT'S EYES zip to the other , almost lighting dark alley covered in IRON STENCH alive . ( ice and jade from KIND HEALER burns away in something akin to anger : something hardly ever found in her eyes , even when life lie in fate of those who'd rather burn her alive , even then , there's kindness , there's a lingering softness in the healer's tone , even when there shouldn't be , even when there shouldn't be --- but there's nothing but STARK irritation , anger and DISGUST . not his fault , not his FAULT ; disgusting and anger lingers from the times SHIELD tried to scrub her DRY from her own inadequacy . called her HUMAN , called her liability for her feelings embeded into her SOUL , called her weak , but he stands below HER no less worshipper praying to GOD to give up . to let him let GO .
whatever . you had never been a KIND god anyways . ) eyebrows knit together , practiced ease does she reload the RIFLE , letting empty magazine hit the ground with a DULL thud , as gloved hand GRABS near chest area of SUIT . she's still ANGRY . she's still angry , and she KNOWS , she knows , that she can't swallow it all down at ONCE , and he's just a kid , just a KID , but she's TIRED , she's tired , she's TIRED and her body aches .
" get up , " sage snarls , sweat and BLOOD beading down , sliding down her FOREHEAD , down chek --- it almost looks like the healer is crying blood . " i don't --- i don't CARE if you're not ready , " HANDS glow with jade hues in the DARKNESS , but her touch , even with all the ANGER , even with all the unhappiness , still has some gentleness in it , hovering over the INJURED parts of the other that her healing can actually fix : can't change everything about herself , even in stress , even in anger . ( you care . maybe a bit too much . maybe a bit too much . ) a scoff as she FINISHES her duties , but the fire in her EYES still burns .
" there's not an OPTION to be ready . you just do it , " sage says with a SCOWL , " you don't get to play chicken when people are relying on you , so ,
GET THE HELL UP . "
𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙣 . 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 !!
@wovendeath asked: ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ -- from kaine(@wovendeath) to peter? || meme
His expression immediately changed, because dammit, seriously, Pete? Wake up. "Hey, no, I'm sorry. It wasn't-- I wasn't looking at you, I was looking through you, if that makes sense. Not that-- you're not great to look at, I just-- I mean, I haven't slept in about three and a half days and I didn't mean to end up here. I was kinda aiming for a different universe." Great first impressions, Peter, you're doing great. "I uh, I'm Peter, what's your name? You're-- a Spider-Person, right?"
+ As much as she didn’t WANT to, Mayday could see the VALIDITY in the statement . Granted, in the middle of a FIGHT , adrenaline pumping, she’d been more concerned with making sure their opponent had actually STAYED down rather than focusing on her form . “ You definitely sound like my Dad right now, not gonna lie. “
+ @wovendeath I Continued from here ( X )
+ @wovendeath asked: “The one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall…die trying.” --- wovendeath
+ “ As much as everyone in this CITY seems to LOVE a winner and their story , they also seem to enjoy KICKING the loser when they’re DOWN just as much . “
@wovendeath (from here)
He hit the mats heavily, landing on his back, the archer a little stunned at how he’d ended up there so damn fast.
“Can’t believe I fell for that.” He groaned, making no effort at all to get back up onto his feet and gain some payback. No, that would come, but for the moment he was grateful of the break to catch his breath. “I should’ve seen that comin’. Rookie mistake.”
A plan was forming, a sneaky thought, he was fast enough to catch her out.
He stayed lay on the floor, breathing heavily from the exertion of their sparring session, but the smile which was creeping across his face was a hint he was up to something.
A swift sweep of his leg, aimed at the back of her knees with enough force to take her legs out from under her and bring her down to the mats with him and even the score, for this round at least.
“You dropped your guard Tasha. Rookie mistake.”
father's day is coming up groot. you better get rocket something nice.
@wovendeath wants death ( @prisonbreaker is collateral )
HAPEE DAD DAY are the words lovingly scrawled across the top of the scrap of paper; each word in a different handwriting ( kraglin’s, peter’s, drax’s ) and altogether different from the likeness of each of his friends scratched out below it in crayons that must have been the size of him. he’d worked all day on it. there’s a proud giggle, leaves that quiver with joy, and a hop backward to admire the work with bright eyes. there’s no way he’d miss it, a piece of art hanging just above his bed !
the grin is one that slowly fades into the silence of the room, but he doesn’t want to leave just yet. he doesn’t really know what possesses him to press his vines into the cold metal of the ship; sprigs of vines, wrapped up in leaves are the first to spring forth beneath his feet to create a thick bed of leaves and vines and blossoming flowers !
but it feels right. it feels familiar ––––
it’s late, by the time rocket’s wandering in; groot’s curled himself into the centre of the greenery, spent. he has nothing to give, out here in space; nothing rocket can use that he doesn’t already have. and so, he’ll give love, for father’s day ––– in the form of a scribbled drawing and a comforting place for his friend to rest. it’s as much as he knows how, until the day he’s big and strong enough to give more.
but then, there’s familiarity in a caring warmth that curls up around him, a warmth reminiscent of the warmest sunlight ( groot y’ idiot –––– what did you do t’ yourself? ); and even in his state of minimal consciousness, groot knows that rocket loves him just as much.
there’ll be a vine that curls around the smallest tuft of fur, a pull that lifts a gaze to meet his best friend’s, his makeshift dad’s –––– ❛ i am groot. ❜
happy father’s day.
