“Hey, hey, hey, deep breaths! In through the nose, out through the --- giant flaming beak?” Nice one, Parker. Although Jean had shared her experience of the Phoenix, those amazing and terrifying stories of merging with a burning cosmic force to save a life in the cold vacuum of space, never did her words prepare Peter for the sight of it in its entirety; the blank, hollow eyes of its stare, the heat that by all rights should roar from it like the first gasp of a dawning star yet never came, ushering only the sense of absence and the scream of his spider-sense at what was yet should not be, the weight of its gaze upon him, as though all the vast and teeming cosmos was brought to bear, pinning down shoulder and soul alike.

Gloved hands ripped the singed and tattered mask from his countenance, exposing wide eyes and pleading gaze -- none dared follow the Phoenix, even with the city’s hero caught in its burning claw. A single hand arose, steady and placating, in the way of soothing a snarling hound, a bucking horse (She’s kind of an animal, right? Just...a big space one. With all the power of life. Oh boy. ) 

@thecomedy​ asked : [ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act. [ from carmen :) ]

     she knows how he feels about dancing .    that he’s not super confident with it ,   despite being forced into dancing a bunch as a teenager ,   surrounded by dozens of judgemental parents .    BUT MAYBE THAT’S WHY HE’S PUT OFF ANYTHING CLOSE TO DANCING UNTIL NOW .    but carmen’s easy encouragement leaves no real room for argument from johnny .    plus ,   they’re on their own ,    so there’s nothing to worry about .    and he’s not going to snatch himself away from the warmth of her hand in his .

@thecomedy​ asked :     “  it’s been a fucking year.  ”    from five .

           ❛     tell me about it .    ❜      he answers ,   his gaze focused pretty much solely on the can in his hand as he swirls around the liquid in it and listens to it fizzle .   there’s something satisfying about the slight vibrations between his fingers .    BUT HE DOES EVENTUALLY LIFT HIS GAZE TO WATCH THE KID ACROSS FROM HIM ALSO REACH FOR SOME OF THE BEER ON THE TABLE .     he doesn’t stop him from grabbing it or anything ,   but he does raise a questioning eyebrow .

“Leaders don’t make pawns, they make people.” There came the bold assertion, the denial of aught but Light’s truest belief. Long though the Vanir had lived, never had they made weapons of souls, poured steel-cool soldiers from the forms of babes, ripped yet still from their swaddling cloth and given helm and shield as comfort and recompense alone; only the Æsir, Freyr noted, with a grim twist of his lips, had ever given to such ways, and that was the blight of Óðinn alone.

“I still don’t know what you’ve done to me.”

A statement half-tease, half-disbelief, delivered between the bows of an affectionate grin; Venom swirled, circling beneath the skin, purring against the swell of his knuckles, the shelf of his ribs, the meat of his gut. WE KNOW WHAT HE HAS DONE, EDDIE. I know, V, it’s a turn of-- y’know what, never mind.