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A harsh exhale of air passes through her nostrils at Gamora’s inquiry, an almost sarcastic expression unfolding onto her facial features. Almost sarcastic because there was a small part of the luphomoid that felt warmed by the seeming sincere question, a sense of familiarity. 

Nebula shook her head, not meeting her sisters gaze and trying not to acknowledge her at all. As much as she wanted her there, Nebula’s stubbornness was even more prevalent. Old habits die hard.  

softer prompts - ft. @deadlixst

     “ It’s done.” 

There's a clash of something landing on the tables , heavy footsteps walking in closer to the zen whoberii sits before stopping. The faint smell of copper is in the air and as she looks up Castle stands before there , bloodied , scuffed up but alive and well. 

“ Didn't mention he had friends.” he grumbles as he cleans off the blue substance his face , or attempts to when all it does is just smear further along him. Frank face twists into a scowl looks down at his form and then grunts .   Castle knows he shouldn't be so stiff , Gamora has only ever been supportive in his actions taken while on this space adventures occasionally the raccoon quips in but so far Gamora has been his partner in this. She was after all the one to invite him here .  He does however take note how ...quiet the ship is.

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               That leaves him silent , a slight scoff escaping his person in attempts to withhold the grin threatening to spread.  Frank places the book down on the table , his hand rubbing at his mouth before hiding and looking up at the zen whoberii woman. 

 “ That so Gam? Remember how our last conversation went you called me a ziglm- whatever and stormed off. ” 

But there is no solemn look , and the tone taken was one of rare teasing . Because Frank willing to admit it out load or not HAD missed the other too. Finally frank decided to say damn with it , pushes away from the table and stand at full height before walking to where Gamora stood. 

Forefinger and thumb slowly tilt her chin up as he leans downwards , closing the little space and softly kissing her finally. Slow , sweet , something frank very rarely gave and thought he wasn’t able to do anymore , When the man pulls away its to rest his forehead with hers. 

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And so, she had come again. His prodigal daughter, in the image of the child he had rescued from a tragedy of his own design. Like a beating heart beneath the floorboards of his life, now. The soft thrumming of grief, echoing out over what had been his peace. Here she stood again, impossibly small head tilted in the corner of his eye; a ghost come to remind him of the sacrifices his goal had required. He had paid, and would have paid again if he had to do it again, but still, she came.

As if expecting a different man.

Teasing Frank || @deadlixst

    The slow grin that follows is of mirth and tease , the man dips his head again brushing lips with the corner of Gamora’s before moving away once more at the last moment. Nose nuzzling at her neck as hands massaged at the hips seated above him. 

“ What if i want to hear you Beg, Gem. ” 

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