#syrsi

“would’ve  been  nice.  .  .knowing  some  part  of  all  of  this.“  the  tone  is  simple,  the  tale  he  had  been  given  is  not  the  craziest  he  had  heard  in  his  lifetime.  he  had  shared  battles  with  a  god  and  people  from  space.  this?  somehow,  it  is  surprising  as  it’s  not.  “I  don’t  mean  to  be  rude,  ma’am.  .  .I  lost  important  people  in  the  fight  against  thanos.“  tony,  vis,  natasha.  .  .all  losses  he  mourns  to  this  day.  he  keeps  it  together  for  his  kid,  and  well,  for  everything  else  he  is  preparing  to  do.  even  in  a  moment  of  peace.  .  .he  can’t  keep  still,  and  the  need  to  fight  is  something  that  is  deep  into  his  core.  “glad  to  know  there  are  new  helping  hands  around.  after  everything  we  need  it.  thor  had  said  that  thanos  had  put  earth  in  the  galactic  map.  doesn’t  sound    good.“  doesn’t  sound  good  at  all.  a  sizzling  feeling  in  his  bones  tell  him  there  is  a  new  war  coming.

𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾    𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽    𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗌    𝗈𝖿    𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍    𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽    𝗂𝗇    𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇.    ikaris    had    helped    them,    and    that    had    been    enough    to    find    the    rest.    to    find    ajak    dead,    and    to    find    out    that    you    were    the    bad    guys.    the    ones    that    killed    planets    and    deviants    so    that    the    celestials    could    rise    to    power.    you    want    to    know,    you    need    to    know    about    the    humans.    you    had    kept    your    distance    since    spain,    knowing    that    you    were    a    danger,    too    powerful    for    them    to    contain,    and    especially    a    handful    even    with    gilgamesh.    but    you’d    like    to    know    more,    about    the    man    that    sprite    seems    to    talk    about,    about    the    deviant    that    seems    to    know    more    ever    before.    to    catch    up    too.    moving    closer    to    her    now    in    the    table,    you    had    already    finished    your    meal    and    the    beer    that    gilgamesh    had    prepared,    but    she    isn’t    done    just    yet.    you    feel    the    need    to    ask,        ❝    how    do    you    think    the    deviants    found    us?    ❞    you    move    now,    so    that    she    can    have    a    better    view    of    your    signs.    ❝    or    was    it    because    there    was    two    of    us?    two    eternals    together    and    could    sense    us    better?    ❞

@syrsi​    ;    starter  call

@syrsi​ sent: “  you did really good.  i’m proud of you.  just relax now.  ”

              exhaustion seeps into every cell of her being.  she swears it feels as if her brain is ramming against the inside of her skull,  bent upon beating it’s way beyond scarred flesh.  but she doesn’t begrudge an ounce of the pain or fatigue.  not when it was earned.  she didn’t run away.  she didn’t freeze this time.  she isn’t hiding.  she’s helped,  for once.  did something good.  utilizing her abilities to make a difference,  to protect,  it’s new.  and it felt right—  better than it being exploited by undeserving hands. 

sc.         @syrsi​​.  (   caution.     the  killers.   )

“   you’re   old   .   .   .   older   than   i   am.   that’s   impressive!   ”   @syrsi​   liked.

he can’t quite place the moment he’d decided to leave , he’s been trying since the moment he stepped into the london flat ; it’s cosy and homelike , and yet somehow it feels so strange and wrong as if there’s something missing. the something being , a lack of loved memoribilia , as as he stares at the loft tryign to find it ; he could have sworn that a veil falls over his eyes and instead he finds himself staring at the old brick home he used to live in with sersi , once upon a few centuries ago , decorated from head to toe with gifts and memories...           and this one , as the veil falls he finds the words he’s looking for , looks like a house but not a home. if it weren’t for sprite ; this wouldn’t even feel lived in. it would feel like a set for a motion picture... it would feel wrong and staged and... he’s reading too much into it ; he’s sure he is. he wants to see things that aren’t there , he wants to see things so that he doesn’t have to face the truth , one that sprite let spill five minutes into him arriving --- that she has , moved on. and no longer cares...

               fingers graze at his wrist ; tugging at fabric the man had long forgotten existed , well not forgotten rather  ---- the fabric had become a part of him , the fact it too existed to those around him , always felt like a suprise. he’s unsure of what to say as he loosk down , seeing her fingers oh so close to his hand and yet , feeling so distant , that invisible barrier of a new lover so prominent in his mind. the love he had feels like an anchor , dragging his soul to the bottom of some long forgtten ocean ; out into the vast emptiness of space ; away  from her as the bracelet gets examined for it’s meaning.             it was ---- “ a gift , from the humans... ”         she’d been sewing with them , or , crafting with them ( he couldn’t quite remember which ) , but the child she’d been helping had created the small fabric , and brought it up to him. he had of course , kept it , and worn on a mostly daily occurance of course ,he wonders if she remmebers it. as vividly as he does , or if it was just another lost memory in the long list of ones they had.

☆     —     @syrsi​  ;   ❝  no really, it’s ok. it just scraped me.  ❞

despite  her  protest,  his  hand  hovers  its  way  up  her  arm,  over  her  shoulder  where  there’s  a  tear  in  green  sweater.  he’s  seen  a  lot  of  things  since  his  emergence  from  ice,  fought  plenty  from  places  he’s  never  been  to,  but  whatever’s  just  come  out  of  nowhere  to  leave  sersi  just  scraped  is  entirely  new.  he  never  forgets,  and  if  he  did  it  wouldn’t  be  a  thing  like  that.  there’s  an  assortment  of  questions  on  his  tongue,  a  frustrated  sound  when  he  realizes  he’s  better  off  keeping  them  in  his  mouth  for  now.