#thcusandstcries

“THIS IS GONNA MAKE US RICH, OMI. For real this time.” The glowing crystal in his hand radiates power & profit. It’s been a long journey to get it - an adventure that only Omicron could have helped with, and Yondu has been more than delighted to work with them again. He has, of course, been planning a double cross   ( what are friends for, right? )   but they still have the trek back before their friendship ends for another month or so. “Not that we ain’t already both swimmin’ in creds, but what’s a little more on top, right?”

“So, does it hurt when you do the whole dragon thing?” Quentin asked, doing a gesture that vaguely resembled flames from his mouth.  Sure, he could’ve just said “breathing fire,” but that was boring.

“HEY, LISTEN. Do you hear that? I’m serious, look -- strain your ears. Shh. Hear it?” There’s complete & utter silence for a few seconds, before BJ’s booming voice cuts through. “That’s the sound of me havin’ fun! You can’t hear it ‘cause it doesn’t exist. I’M BORED. Jade. JADE I’M BOOOOOOOOOO------”

                     ❛  okay, but can you paint with all the colours of the wind  ?  ❜

❛WAIT..ARE YOU SAYIN’ this is something you made?? That looks fuckin’ awesome!!❜

He waited until everyone was in bed before made his way to Ben’s room and knocked before pushing open the door. “Ben?” He whispered, not wanting to disturb the rest of the house. 

“What?” he snapped, before his lips pressed together.  “Sorry.”

“I DON’T THINK I’m like your brother, actually. I’m not a psychic or anything. I just tend to... notice the strange more than most.”