[ when she's awkward, he's meant to be smooth. isn't that the rule? he shouldn't be breaking it right now. it unbalances her when he's unable to pull her into a spin and steady her on her feet. she doesn't know how to pay it back, always expecting him to be the one to slow them the both down when they need it.
gamora doesn't make any move to leave. instead, she keeps the zune in her hands, holding it like it's priceless — she'd never held any of the infinity stones like this, almost believing them to be expendable in the way her fingers never took note of their weight. out of all the terran technology she's come across, this is the one she knows how to work. she distracts herself looking for that one song in particular — the one she thinks might cheer him up. ]
I want to.
[ it's said with enough conviction he can't doubt her at all, like the way he seems to sometimes pull apart the notes of his music to decipher the moods of their singers. gamora doesn't even doubt herself, with how she doesn't waste any time to respond.
still leaning against him, gamora finds the very song she wants — footloose. it isn't by kevin bacon, as expected, but she always pretends that it is. leaning closer to him so she can hear it, she weighs her words before she speaks. it's too easy to continue along the path of speaking around what neither of them want to talk about. unspoken things seem to be their special brand, owned only by peter quill and gamora. but she doesn't think she wants to hold it close to her chest anymore, posturing as though she's the woman she had been before thanos had begun his rampage on the asgardians, of knowhere, and of peter's home planet.
quietly, ] It's too quiet here. [ very much like the soul stone. it'd been devoid of any of his music. although she's spent her entire life without cherry bomb or even the likes of cat stevens, she's come to claim it as the sounds of her home. it's calming. it grounds her in the same way it seems to ground him, reminding her, always, that she's not within that void, far from reach and far from home.
with her thumb positioned over the volume, gamora slowly rotates it so that it drops, leaving her without the clear words of kenny loggins. ] I never thought there'd be a day where I'd miss your mindless babble.
[ though, there had been a day — an endless amount of days without his babbling. ]
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gamora doesn't make any move to leave. instead, she keeps the zune in her hands, holding it like it's priceless — she'd never held any of the infinity stones like this, almost believing them to be expendable in the way her fingers never took note of their weight. out of all the terran technology she's come across, this is the one she knows how to work. she distracts herself looking for that one song in particular — the one she thinks might cheer him up. ]
I want to.
[ it's said with enough conviction he can't doubt her at all, like the way he seems to sometimes pull apart the notes of his music to decipher the moods of their singers. gamora doesn't even doubt herself, with how she doesn't waste any time to respond.
still leaning against him, gamora finds the very song she wants — footloose. it isn't by kevin bacon, as expected, but she always pretends that it is. leaning closer to him so she can hear it, she weighs her words before she speaks. it's too easy to continue along the path of speaking around what neither of them want to talk about. unspoken things seem to be their special brand, owned only by peter quill and gamora. but she doesn't think she wants to hold it close to her chest anymore, posturing as though she's the woman she had been before thanos had begun his rampage on the asgardians, of knowhere, and of peter's home planet.
quietly, ] It's too quiet here. [ very much like the soul stone. it'd been devoid of any of his music. although she's spent her entire life without cherry bomb or even the likes of cat stevens, she's come to claim it as the sounds of her home. it's calming. it grounds her in the same way it seems to ground him, reminding her, always, that she's not within that void, far from reach and far from home.
with her thumb positioned over the volume, gamora slowly rotates it so that it drops, leaving her without the clear words of kenny loggins. ] I never thought there'd be a day where I'd miss your mindless babble.
[ though, there had been a day — an endless amount of days without his babbling. ]