Thirty Three Rounds Per Minute || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (yourprincestarlord)

yourprincestarlord:

“Oh you know, the usual. Pissed of the Galactic Council for doing something right, now I’ve got a dozen arrest warrants out for me and my team that most of the actual law enforcers ignore.” He smiled relieved at Richie’s agreement. Still holding his hand, he started tugging him away. “C’mon, ships this way. Don’t worry about the scut, the Enforcers heading this way will take care of them.”

Leading Richie out, he signaled to Ship to come pick them up. “There’s a lot you missed Richie, but don’t worry, we’ll get you caught up.” Soon the ship arrived and hovered over the ground. Pulling at Richie again he led him into the ship. “This used to be my old Ship…” He added in a softer tone, “Before Avaleen-4.” As always, there was the guilt and the pain, but with Richie here, it felt less. Not less pain, but more… bearable. Richie’s presence always lifted his spirits. “I’ll introduce you later.” He led Richie to the bridge, still holding his hand, only letting go when he hopped into the pilot’s seat and set a course for one of the out of the way planets. They slipped away just as the Shi’ar forces arrived.

Politics. He sighed inwardly, he hated it, and just like Peter, was more of a actions rather than words kind of person. He let himself be pulled along by Peter, enjoying the feel of Peter’s hand in his. Richard tried not to think about what that meant. It was like before, just two of them against the rest of the universe. He nodded at Pete’s statement, and realised it had tactical value. Peter’s — Their pursuers would be delayed by the mess that was this place, even if some of the guards were starting to wake. Looking back before they left, he was kind of glad he trashed the place. Richard would never ever return here if he had a choice.

Richard followed Peter into his Ship, squeezing his best friend’s hand slightly when he felt Peter’s voice take on a sad tone. Time and again, he wished he had been there for Peter. “Sure, but do I get a room of my own?” He tried for a bit of levity in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Can they track us?” He asked Peter as he paced the bridge once they went into a stargate. Richard didn’t want to relax just yet, and if the wars taught him something, was that he didn’t like the Shi'ar very much. Multiple cosmic events, a new Nova Corps, and three years later, that fact still held as strongly.