#essisms

ESTELLE MOOD BOARD / @essisms

I FEEL ATTACKED

yOU SHOULD. THIS WAS A CALLOUT POST. xDD Hey, but maybe that’s why our muses get along so well?

@vakredoden also replied to the post: (like literally within seconds of eachother, wow guys)

Hela just is constantly annoyed no other emotion tho xD

Meme found here X.

First time your muse saw my muse’s scars. @essisms

Becoming exceptionally well at excepting when people disappear, it’s such a rare occasion when they return that Peter’s left without a feasible manner as to how he should react. Whether it’s to express joy, curiosity, to be a bit angry that they simply dropped off the radar – to pester with questions that will never be answered. With Estelle, this entire situation had been much smoother than anything he could have ever predicted. Mostly because the two had a sense of comfort that rooted from a deep and understanding relationship they’ve had in the past. 

Having grown fond of the woman, he quickly considered her a close and trustworthy friend, someone that he trusted in and out of the mask.

 Normal routine ensued, usual jabs made and teasing, sarcastic tones that always kept things light between the two. Yet the atmosphere never seemed entirely light, something dark and heavy always looming, suspicion that something was terribly wrong always constant. Not once does he dare to ask, to pry in something he knows is far too personal to simply slip up and entrust in someone. Peter can, and does understand this. When the time is right and when she’s comfortable, she’ll eventually come to him, open up to where she had gone and what happened that left her so deeply affected. 

Question in mind lingers even as they sit around lazily and curled on the couch with mounds of pillows and blankets, binge watching a brand new show that just got aired not too long ago and had been quite the buzz. 

No interruptions, no catastrophic event that requires either of their intervention. Simply a peaceful night where two adults are able to lounge around until the night settles in, becoming all the more therapeutic when the soft pitter patter of rain starts to hit the window. Snacks and drinks are thrown or put away, and it gives them free range to get so comfortable on the couch, that even Peter drifts off. Relaxed state of mind and body causes for this, without any warning. Minutes later, he snaps away, muscles tensing for an instant before he relaxes once more. Hazy and heavily groggy, blurred vision turns towards the clock. 

Perhaps he has been asleep more than a few minutes, having been out of it for a few hours. Concerned, he turns in the direction of Estelle, where she’s still comfortably curled up, head tucked into one of the pillows. Breathing is shallow, and features seem relaxed with the serene state of sleep.

 Quietly, he carries most of the pillows and blankets back into the bedroom for her to use. He doesn’t mind staying out in the living room, finding the couch blissful with how exhausted he currently is. Easily and gently, he picks her up, cradling her head so she doesn’t get startled awake. Long and silent strides into the bedroom are taken, laying her down before he reaches for the loosely fitted sweater that she has on. It’s warm in the apartment, so he tries rolling up her sleeves so she doesn’t overheat.

 That’s when he pauses, picking up on the scarred marks that have been made by her own hands. Lips pinch into a frown, and he feels an overwhelming urge to bring her into a tight embrace and reassure her - but reassure her of what? Peter doesn’t know what happened, nor what she’s going through. How recent these scars are from, nor if they’re sometimes reopened. Whatever she went through must have been worse than he could imagined, to affect her in this way… he almost feels guilty that he hadn’t been there for her. God knows he tried, he truly did. Showing up to her place, texting and calling her. Eventually, when he had ended up with no answer, they slowed down until they came to a halt, and he never sent another text again. 

          Coming to a stop, he takes a moment to survey the damage. Lips pinch into a thin line before he turns to face the Agent that he had accompanied ( and he knew was sure SHIELD was keeping an eye on him for the first couple of missions, so he got tagged with her. )                                                             "It could have gone better... but I suppose it could have been worse.”                 Just a minor mishap is all, could have been easily avoided but it hadn’t been. Now, he was certain they’ll hear about it when they get back. Lucky for them, it was more damage to vehicles and surrounding buildings. No one was hurt, and no one died. That is considered a plus in his book, until he hears metallic screeching and whirring coming in their opposite direction. The show wasn’t quite over, then. Whoever were behind these things were ready for a second round.