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Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

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[ Peter Jason Quill (Star-Lord, Savior of Xandar, he who has mated with an Aaskvarian, king of the one-night-stand) has a date – a real, honest-to-god date – and he is terrified.

He’s never been on a date (and the word bounces around oddly in his mind. A date), preferring instead to find a bar or crash a party and charm his way into someone’s bed. He’s still not sure what compelled him to ask Maya to dinner, except that it had made complete sense to him at the time. Nor does he quite understand what led to her saying yes, but he’s glad of both things, nerves be damned.

It’s evening now in Xandar. They had docked several hours ago, and the others had left them to it (Drax had clapped him on the shoulder by way of good luck, and Peter is pretty sure he’ll have a bruise there in the morning). Right now he’s waiting outside the ship, trying to convince himself that this was just dinner, and that maybe he shouldn’t have said “date” at the time. Maybe he should clarify that this was a social date, not a romantic one. She’d be okay with that, right? No big deal. She’d be cool with that. Just him and Maya. Just the two of them, and they could have a social dinner date as friends, right? Just friends.

Right?

But then he thinks of the way they danced that night, both taking turns at being nervous and awkward; the way she smiled so gently and genuinely; the feel of her hand in his; the way she had kissed him on the cheek, and how nice he thinks it’d be if she would do that again—

Shit, he thinks, and he tangles a hand in his hair in a panic. Shit! I’m so fucked. ]

[ A date. A date. Maya had a good long time to reflect on the situation- on why exactly she had said yes, why she had taken him up on his answer to dance even before that. She liked him.

It sounded so childish, when out that way, but those were the facts.

When she finally broke down and contacted Lilith, desperate for some advice that wasn't coming from either Moxxi or Gaige, that had been the first question out of the other Siren's mouth after Maya explained her situation: Do you like him?

Well, yeah, she had said.

No Maya, Lilith had countered, Do you like him?

Forced to confront her true feelings, and really and truly think about it, she had found that the answer was the same. Beyond that Lilith had only offered her one other piece of advice, and frankly it had made Maya nervous, but she took it to heart all the same.

Now after checking herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time and convincing herself that she looked fine, she finally makes her way out to meet him. ]

Sorry I took so long, I just-- are you okay?

[ because honestly, he looks a little panicked ]

[ When Maya shows up, any thoughts about whatever revelation he had just come to (and even Peter isn't sure what that revelation was, and he wish he had a few more seconds to puzzle it out) and of establishing this as a friendly friend-date between friendly friends go right out the window. For a split second he just sort of gapes at her, then he's quick about fixing his hair (just the right amount of tousled) and his usual grin is up and at the ready.

Me? Yeah, I'm food. [ Shit. ] Um. I meant to say fine, but it came out good.

[ The smile falters a little, and he quietly clears his throat. ]

Let's start over. You ready to go?

[ She sort of gives him a funny look for a second, but she's not naive enough not to realize that maybe he has a case of the jitters, too. She decides to spare his pride and not mention it, instead giving a little nod. ]

Ready when you are.

[ He can't help his quiet sigh of relief when she lets his mistake slide. Peter has no idea what's making him so nervous, why the idea of spending time like this with her is freaking him out so badly when they've been together like this before. But he knows something has shifted in his thinking and it worries him.

Be cool, Peter, he thinks to himself.

He amends quickly, Be Star-Lord.

Yeah, that's something he can do.

So he bows to her, doffing an imaginary hat, before offering her his arm. ]

Shall we, milady?

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I think we shall. [ he takes that offered arm, finding that it's nice just to be close to him. ]

So, where are we off to?

[ He heads off in the direction of the restaurant, taking his time. It's been a while since the team's last visit to Xandar, and their first since Maya joined the team. They've landed in a wealthier part of the planet, all bright lights and fountains and modern, straight edges. The weather is cool, and Peter is gratified to see that the reconstruction efforts have progressed well since Ronan's attack. In a year or so, all evidence of the attack may be gone. ]

Figured you'd wanna sample some of the local cuisine, since it's your first time in Xandar. [ No bars tonight, he decided. Too much of a chance of running into someone who might want something from him. ]

You're the expert. [ she doesn't mind trying new things, and in all honesty, she's kind of glad for the departure from the bar scene. ]

You've been here before, right?

A few times, yeah.

Save the galaxy here once. [ He waves a free hand. ] No big deal.

Oh, is that all? Nice to see it hasn't gone to your head or anything.

I'm nothing if not humble. [ He says, puffing up his chest and standing a little taller. ] I mean, I wouldn't call myself a hero, though I have been called that.

What would you call yourself, then?

What I'd call me? Huh. I guess I'd call myself-- [ He holds up his free hand, using his fingers to tick off the qualities as he goes. ] Handsome, clever-- oh, and charming. Definitely charming.

But above all, I'd call myself a modest guy.

Ah, yes. Your modesty is my favorite thing about you.

[ He casts her a sly smile. ] You have a favorite thing about me?

[ she quirks a brow in return ] I just told you, didn't I?

Just surprised you do, is all. My humbleness is a good thing to like about me, if not my rugged good looks.

[ For the briefest of seconds, she actually hesitates. She might actually have a small list, which was probably weird.

Best to maybe divert the conversation a little for now- even if her conversation with Lilith was still tugging at the back of her mind. ]

Come on, Peter. I already used my one good joke about your ego. Do I need to think of another one?

[ There's no hesitation: ] Yes. I've made it my goal to corrupt you absolutely.

[ By this time they've arrived at the restaurant -- more like a cafe, really -- with outdoor seating and dim lighting inside. It looks no less modern than the other buildings, but it's modestly decorated and a little out of the way. ]

You'll like this place, I think. Xandarian food isn't that different from Terran, and this place is-- uh, it's-- [ romantic-- intimate-- ] --cozy. It's cozy.

Then I'll spare telling you how long it took me to come up with that joke. Just, uh, it might take a while for another one.

[ She gives the restaurant a once-over. Cozy, hm? ]

I'll try anything once. There wasn't exactly a lot of fine dining on Pandora.

[ They're seated pretty quickly, and Peter gives the menu a once over, making suggestions for Maya's order before ordering something pasta-like for himself. He also orders himself a drink -- nothing too strong, but he's worried he'll need liquid courage soon enough. ]

I still need to get that screen grab framed. Thanks for the reminder.

[ Maya orders something of the seafood persuasion, just out of sheer curiosity. She decides to stay away from the alcohol for tonight. ]

I really don't think that's necessary.

Really? So it'd probably be pushing it if I asked you to leave your autograph, huh?

Peter Quill | Guardians of the Galaxy

Found a few, pick whichever one you like!

Honne! This-- sorta got away from me, sorry. D:

don't be sorry ever

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