Feb 9, 2018
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| Please like this post if you want me to fling one of my OCs from @sardonicshadows at you. If you have a specific one you want, just message me either here or there.
Either way, I love my babies and they need more love. ❤️ |
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Colton has no idea what's going on. One minute the 15-year-old is running from his home after his father did something terrible, and now he's on an alien spaceship, surrounded by lots of large men. He's bleeding from the joints of his metal limbs, his feet, and his right eye, and his hair and clothes are caked to him by his blood. He's scared out of his mind, seemingly on the verge of a panic attack. ((Have my poor darling, be nice 2 him Yondu))
Yondu could no longer explain why he did this sort of thing, why he had abducted this kid, but a part of him said something about the children’s he … Well, maybe that was it, maybe he needed to find a way to …. redeem himself.
“Everyone out.” Yondu ordered without needing to shout, he looked at the boy bleeding, Yondu ‘cause his life of slave already saw many children like Colton, if Yondu wasn’t a Centaurian he could finish like that too, but for being of a rare race he was treated a ’ Little ‘less violent, after all, they didn’t want to lose their favorite animal, but Yondu wouldn’t think about it now, now he was looking at the child.
“Are ye in pain? … Boy?”
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Amelia stands next to Milton and gently tugs on his shirt sleeve before motioning for him to lean down a bit. She then gently kisses his cheek, giving him a bright little smile. ((Amelia is cutest most precious zombie child))
He watches her with confusion before doing as instructed, leaning forward just a bit before his eyes widen and a light blush tints his cheeks. His lips pull into a shy smile.
Milton would be lying if he said he weren’t uncomfortable with the idea of being kissed on the cheek by a zombie.
“You’re too kind, Amelia.”
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“S’okay, pumpkin. It’s just a dream. Dreams can’t hurt ya.”
Philip gives Amelia a gentle squeeze as his eyes fall shut again. He’s still exhausted having just been woken up but he isn’t upset at his daughter coming to find solace in him. Philip would rather go without sleep if it meant comforting Amelia.
“’M here, okay? Y’can sleep with me. I’ll out for you.”
Colton lays across Yondu's lap because he's bored and kind of sleepy. At least he knows Yondu doesn't mind. ((Have the cutie again bc I love him))
Yondu was in his captain’s chair, doing things that captains did, that is, shouting and giving orders, threatening when necessary, he then noticed that Colton was lying on his lap.
“Hnm?” Yondu began to run his hand over the boy’s hair. “What’s wrong?”
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“You can talk,” Milton whispers, bewildered and excited all at the same time. This was the proof he was looking for. This was the crack in his case. So it wasn’t impossible for the dead to recall their past selves, perhaps? Or at the very least be able to retain some human function other than shuffling and eating.
“Do you have a name?” he asks, stepping closer towards her despite his better judgement.
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“Myarel,” the Governor says, attempting to catch the attention of the other as he jogs to catch up to the man. “I just- just wanted t’say thank you for taking me in. You’ve got a lovely family here, and if it weren’t for you, who knows what would’ve become of me.”
He’s confident that he would have continued to survive, at least, but at what cost to his psyche? To his humanity? Questions that the Governor seldom liked to entertain with postulation or answers.