"Not leaving. Caring." She leaned into his body heat, closing her eyes. "Being here." She began drifting off, and right before she surrendered to sleep, "Thank you. I really, really like you, Quillon."
Angelina get yourself over here
"You're welcome," Quill mumbled quietly, blushing like mad but not minding it at all. She was very pretty, after all, and even though she may have been a bit much to handle, she was interesting and…bouncy and energetic and a lot of other things he couldn't describe but he loved. And when she used his full name? He felt something he hadn't felt in a very, very long time. Loved.
(time skip?)
(to when tehe)
(…do you want Desi to have a nightmare again? huehue)
(yeah lol gyuuygv)
(mkay bwaha… ahem)
She was alone. Surrounded by darkness. Her sister's leaving shadow. She clawed, reaching for everything, anything. "Yern!" Tears streamed down her face as she futilely called into the void. "Don't… leave!" The last word tore from her throat, echoing across every surface of her mind. "Leave," she panted, quieter now. "Leave."
"Why?" Gasps ricocheted across her body, rocking her like a seizure. Her back arched, fingernails scratching, howling incoherent words and mumbles.
Then… solid. Something solid. The back of her hand felt something solid, emitting heat.
Quill awoke with a start, leaning up on his elbow and looking down at Desi with wide eyes. "Hey, Desi…Desi, you okay?"
Desi's eyes opened to find herself in a crouched position, clinging onto Quill - who was over her - for life. "Huh?"
"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked, lying back down again and turning to her.
Her fingers traced over his biceps; where she was clinging beforehand. Then realization hit her. "Oh… it must've been a nightmare. Again." Her pitched dropped at the end, as sadness embraced her irises.
"You're fine. Okay, Desi? You're okay," Quill reassured, wrapping a comforting arm around her.
Desi didn't respond, instead stealing comfort from his arms and words. Suddenly she felt liquid on her cheeks, and registered that she had been crying. In fact, her body was still trembling in aftershocks of the nightmare.
“Hey. Look at me.” Quill ordered softly, using his other hand to wipe her tears away with his thumb. “You’re safe, okay?”
"Alright," her voice wobbled. "Okay." Her eyes gazed up at him, he was breathtaking. A hero in reality. Yet her arms refused to pull away from his, locking them in an awkward prolonged embrace.
it’s very cheesy but I shan’t complain
“You’re okay. Just go back to sleep, Desi,” He comforted, eyes and tone soft. The gray ribbon wouldn’t let him rest until he knew Desi was okay.
i love that gray ribbon
"Ok, ok," she relaxed, tucking her head in his chest this time. She wrapped her arms around his torso, more so for her comfort. The consistent heat he provided should keep the nightmares at bay. excuses, excuses Desi She fell asleep instantly in his arms.
Quill sighed happily, glancing down at her before smiling to himself and shutting his eyes, the ribbon allowing him to sleep.
(time skip now? or any other ideas…)
(Yeah but to when)
(morning/reaching other planet to get SherbTM 2.0?)
(Let’s do sherb 2.0)
(K. You start with Sherry.)
(It’s your turn ignorant one)
(Fine, fine)
Adira was, once again, splayed out on the nose floor, dying of boredom. She was officially burning out, even utilizing lines such as: "How much longerrr?" and "There's nothing to dooo."
Maverick, on the completely opposite side of the spectrum, hummed a jolly tune whilst prancing around. "Sherb 2.0," he sang (which in and of itself is disturbing: Maverick singing). "We're so clOoOsee… to redeEm… YOUR DOWNFALL!!" This last note was belted on a completely different key that the rest- well, every note was out of tune, anyway. It was like jazz. lowkey taking a jab at jazz
Desi was watching this 'show' with mirth dancing in her eyes. "It seems my positivity is infectious," she complimented.
P.J had taken helm of the ship and was flying it at a leisurely pace farther away from earth, to a planet she wouldn't say the name of but referred to as "wine world." Sherry was still in his room, and had refused to answer the locked door despite multiple failed attempts.
Quill, as expected, was sitting next to Desi on the couch, neither of them wanting to take a seat and leave the other.
Maverick took P.J's shoulders and shook them in a frenzied and altogether quite crazy motion. "Hurry up!" He cried, still dancing wildly in the craft's nose. After throwing her hissy fit, Adira observed the exchange with amusement. P.J was not one to take orders - especially from Maverick - this she knew.
Desi was absently playing with Quill's hair, twirling and untangling strands. They weren't talking, but their eyes seemed to convey a secret nobody could understand, lost in their own world.
Without taking her eyes away from the bay window, P.J reached behind her and smacked him across the face, smiling smugly to herself.
Frdtyguhgfytduhj Quill tilted his head at Desi, smiling a little.
Though deprived, Maverick was back to his old self, with just the thought of alcohol. "Ooh, feisty. I like it," he said around his throbbing cheek.
Adira rolled herself on the ground - the same way a fish flops when out of the water. Finally she rolly polly-ed herself to Sherry's cabin, anxious to do SOMETHING. Boredom wasn't often experienced as a higher ranking police officer, and now she found herself having no idea how to cope.
Desi patted Quill's head after satisfied with the results before trailing her fingers to his stomach. A question popped in her mind (Was he ticklish?) and with a curious moment of hesitation, her fingers tickled his stomach.
Quill didn't move, raising an eyebrow at her instead and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "I'm not ticklish, you know."