7.3.16// Goodbye Huck Finn, Welcome Modernism - currently working on F.S. Fitzgerald “the great Gatsby” -
Next stop in the “waste land”, afternoon tea with Sir T.S.Eliot ( desperately faking British origins)
Day 40: AGH!!!! Gamora drives me so crazy!!! I like her so much and
I don’t know why!!!!!! We’ve got this weird thing going on where we
argue a lot but still…get each other? I think I told her about David
Hasselhoff when I was drunk the other day? And now she’s a little nicer
to me because of it…the tension is CRAZY!!!
She catches herself just in time before bursting out with a laugh at his writing, so she doesn’t wake him up.
the one where Gamora can’t help herself and skims through Peter’s
journal, looking back on the beginning of their relationship.)
Starmora Week 2017, Day 7: Unspoken
(read on ao3 or ffn) // (read prev. starmora week 2017 works here!!)
Gamora wakes up with a shiver, trying to pull her blanket
more tightly around her shoulders. She takes in her surroundings for a moment;
she’s in her bed with Peter, though all of the blankets are wrapped around her
(admittedly, this is usual; she can’t help that she gets cold easily) and he’s
not actually lying down with her. She then realizes she’s not even sleeping on
a pillow, but Peter’s lap, and when she looks up at his form slumped back
against the wall adjacent to their bed, he’s snoring softly.
She shifts a little, causing his hand to slide down her arm.
Over the soft sounds of the distant machinery in the Milano, the horrifyingly
heavy rain outside makes itself apparent, filling Gamora’s ears quickly. She
sighs, settling her head back on Peter’s thigh. The downpour had started while
they were in the middle of their errands that day, and once Gamora had finished
getting what she needed with Peter,
they decided to return to the Milano to get out of the crazy weather while the
rest of the team finished their own errands.
Thanks to her body mods, she doesn’t really get sick, but
she’s never been particularly good in low temperatures, especially when
moisture is involved. Sure, she can handle it enough to get whatever job she’s
tasked with done with no complaints, but it’ll take her a little longer to warm
up afterward than other species—even Terrans.
(Peter likes to hold it over her. She pretends to hate him
for it until he offers up all of
their blankets to her; then, he is suddenly not completely insufferable.)
Somehow returning to the Milano to dry off—they’d been soaked
enough that her hair stuck to her face while Peter’s hair turned a much darker
shade all together—turned into cuddling in bed, which quickly turned into
She considers grabbing her comms to check in with the
others, because she’s not really sure how
much time has passed, but when she hears Rocket yell from the other side of the
ship, followed by Mantis shushing him, well, that answers that. She then
debates waking Peter to let him know they’re clear to leave, but even just
another glance up at his face drowns the willpower from her. He’s sleeping a
little too nicely for someone who’s
sitting up, in her opinion, but her attention is then grabbed by something
On September 16th, 2012, I began my journey with Doctor Who, and today I have finished all of Classic Who! Through it and Tumblr, I have met so many awesomely wonderful people and I’ve been inspired to make my art better! I also found the TPC and I couldn’t be happier to be a part of it. I’m really glad I gave this show a chance ♥ Now onward to Big Finish!