light as a feather

and I can never find my way back home

[worldofpivette-deactivated20210]

[thealchemistfire]

packless;

Moonlight poured into the dirty window of his motel room, where Quill watched it from bed. The pillow beneath his head was as hard as a rock but he didn’t mind. He never minded anything when he was basking in the moonlight. In his hands he pulls a leather cord, from one hand and then from the other. Over and over. Finally his fingers find the locket, its luster is fading. Copper like his wife’s eyes when the moonlight flooded her.

Inside of it, his thumb finds two locks of hair. Both dark as night, with thick strands. He wonders if the hair still held his children’s scents or if he just imagined it to keep himself sane. Looking down from the moon, he brings the locket up to meet his nose.