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The situation was certainly not ideal, Aurius would admit. Beating a few men senseless (and to death, but let’s be honest: that is still senseless), was not the mistake which landed him behind bars – the mistake was being caught. His expression betrayed him to her: he was not as aloof nor playful as he ordinarily proved. His feelings on his detainment stood in sharp contrast to the elation of his psychotic acquaintance.

      As he sat against the far wall, making a pebble dance between his fingers, he still managed a smirk toward her idle threat. Yes, she could. But the result would be the same: her quest of genocide would be snuffed out.

      “Oh I have no doubt,” he said, voice a little hoarse because the guards’ duties did not extend to ensuring he had adequate drink. “But then you fail, milady. Because, let’s be honest, you’re about as subtle as a troll in rut. All tits and violence. People will be fleeing for the hills before you utter a threat.”

The trolls in rut comment does it.

Corlana flares with anger.

She lifts the blade and steps closer, reducing the distance between them until the toes of her boots touch the bottom of the iron bars.

"All tits and violence," she repeats, her voice dropping into a lethal purr. She tilts her head, her gaze dropping deliberately to his bruised knuckles, then trailing up to lock onto his eyes with a furious intensity. "And yet, I am standing out here in the fresh air, while the clever little fox is locked in a cage, nursing a dry throat and playing with rocks."

Corlana leans in, gripping two of the iron bars with her free hand, her face just inches from the barrier between them. The sneer returns, sharper this time, cutting through her mock-amusement.

celestial siblings celestial siblings | accepting

Hands fly up in a gesture meant to be placating, eyes narrowing playfully as she studies her brother's reaction. Sometimes she struggles to remember they are family. Most days, she struggles to remember anything about her own life, as her mind is constantly barraged by infinite scenarios from other timelines.

And yet, despite being overburdened, despite the heavy tug of the multiverse, despite seeing it all even with her eyes closed, Mantis still finds time to tease her brother.

"All right, all right, calm down," she says in a deceptively appeasing tone, amusement gleaming in her eyea. "I was only trying to figure out whether you are another vision. You are quite persistent — in every universe."

Peter scoffs, a sharp bark of laughter escaping him. He rolls his eyes, but there's a fond warmth softening the feigned exasperation on his face. No matter how weird things get for him, Mantis always manages to keep him grounded, even when she's actively being a pest.

That's what having a sibling is all about, though, isn't it? Being fucking annoying and endearing at the same time. He can only hope he has the same effect on her.

"Oh, ha-ha. Hilarious," he says, taking a step closer and crossing his arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "For your information, I am one hundred percent real. There is only one Peter Quill standing in front of you right now, and he's the one who has to listen to you compare him to a those suckier versions of him from your visions."

He lets his arms drop, his expression shifting from playful mock-offense to a more genuine concern. He is always painfully aware of the weight she carries and can't even begin to comprehend the noise in her head, the constant reel of worlds that never were or might never be.

Pretend you're spotless, but I don't wash away. And now you're stained. ---- And now you're stained.

stxincd - indie, mutuals-only, selective and heavily headcanon-based multimuse feat. muses from a variety of fandoms, such as: Ilya Rozanov & Shane Hollander (Heated Rivalry), William Tell (The Card Counter), Santiago Garcia (Triple Frontier), Khan Noonien Singh (Star Trek Into Darkness), Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year) and Kane (Annihilation).

Written by P. aka Pumme, 18+, no minors. 15+ yrs of RP experience.

"Why don't you just sleep?"

"Hey... hey! You're dozing off, again."

"I brought you something to eat / drink."

"The work will still be here after you rest."

"You haven't moved since I left, have you?"

"Stand up, walk around the table, at least."

"Put down the pen. You can finish that later."

"Yeah, you'll get this done, but at what cost?"

"I don't like when you get lost in work like this."

"Close your laptop. I'm mandating you a break."

"You really don't know how to take it easy, do you?"

"You have a headache? Have you had any water lately?"

"Working yourself into the ground isn't going to help anyone."

"I'm worries about you. You look like you haven't slept in days."

"If you're gonna keep working, do you at least want some coffee?"

"When was the last time you had something to eat? Or a shower?"

"Of course your eyes hurt, you've been staring at the screen for hours."

"You fell asleep on your paperwork. You need to take some time for yourself."

"You're barely staying upright. You need to lie down, they can function without you long enough for you to take a nap."

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