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❝          𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗’      to ya for about twelve seconds there but nah.          ❞           his voice crumbles against the sight of crystalline colors      &      delicate beauty.      it’s a mystery what uncharted planet the legendary outlaw ventured to,      𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝘁.      he made it a habit to bring something back      &      he’s proud to display it to her.           ❝          i have no idea what this flower is called.      𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕,      i thought i’d bring it anyway.      Groot gets real happy to have flora about.      that is until he starts gettin’ super weird ‘n prods ‘em when they’re alone.     𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻.          ❞

❝ lying . . . about the flower ? ❞ she tries to clarify . she makes a show of looking around him to the spaceship he's stepped out of . ❝ or about the fact that you're apparently from SPACE ? ❞

ever the benevolent god , loki approaches her . a calm amongst the chaos they had caused . they offer out their hand , " let me help you . " @coreczka !

slowly though with a growing confidence as her hand stretches out , she takes his hand in hers . ❝ ALRIGHT . ❞

" there's no such thing as just human. " she takes a long mouthful from her glass, ice water reviving her just enough to pursue this with a keener focus. " you've got talents and strengths just the same as anyone else. what do you like? mm? what are you good at? "

SHE SCOFFS a little , the laugh and the smile not seeming particularly joyful . ❝ oh trust me . there is absolutely such a thing as JUST HUMAN . not everyone is equally special . especially when you're pretty much the only human around . my ability to knit a sock isn't exactly setting me apart . ❞

A frown sits on Ali's face; dark eyes narrowed beneath drawn brows. This wasn't a good idea. In fact, it had to be at the bottom of the best outcomes to happen, and yet there isn't any other option. Despite her own lack of warmth, she can feel the cold seeping into her skin from the dirt walls. The root cellar had been their sanctuary; a last-minute hide away that so far had kept them sheltered. Casting her gaze over her shoulder at Anya she nods, " Thats how it goes isn't it? The desire to survive is always dangerous. "

❝ who ARE they ? what do they want with people here ? with us ? ❞

Kwannon had gotten over that sensation when she was very young, the spilling of someone else's blood. Now, it was no different than hitting her funny bone. But not everyone was like her. "Look at me." Kwannon cupped her face and forced her to look away from her hands. "Breathe. In." She inhaled deeply, hoping she would follow. "And out."

the breath she takes in is shaky , though , and it's equally so when it's commanded to come out . ❝ i didn't - I DIDN'T MEAN TO . ❞

from Eternity! Eternity! by Vincent Glielmi

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❝ WELL - YOU'RE supposed to be a god , right ? are gods supposed to believe in each other ? or is that kind of . . . i don't know , self - congratulating ? ❞