stars burn, blazing hot, impossibly bright. especially when they collide. ripple effects happen then, blazing embers of cosmic dust spread through the stars and galaxies. stars are so full of life that they hurt sometimes, threaten to explode and leave their defined gravity.
when you kiss him on his throat, you are rewarded with a moan of pleasure. when you kiss him on his collarbone, you are rewarded with a content sigh. when you kiss his hip, you are rewarded with the fact that you are his and he is yours. (sometimes you don’t believe it so, don’t believe that such a thing was possible.)
when you kiss him on the lips, you forget that. instead you remember that this is real and happening. you touch him reverently, every muscle, every bone. the touches are grounding, at opposites of the vast space that you both operate, live in.
stars were never meant to be solitary. planets gather, asteroids revolve, whole systems form around them. stars, too, merged sometimes. become one.
but stars also rest, stars end.
your hands find purchase in his hair when it happens, soft and calming, and you press a kiss on the crown of his head, and you feel every fibre of his hair against your sensitive lips.
you rest your head against his, foreheads touching and lips a breath from each other, a smile as blinding as the stars themselves gracing your face. mingled breaths are exchanged and you press your lips to his one last time.
A low hum as he avoid eye contact. Richard knows well how he’s with physical contact (uses it as a weapon like he does anything else, and has the same effect on him).
“Dunno. When was the last time we actually had an evening to ourselves, no battle stories?”
“I heard the stars of the Arasi Cluster look great this time of the millennium.”
They look great in general of course, as do practically all stars do, even those in death and after, but the brilliance of them now when viewed from a certain spot would be beautiful indeed.
whattheflark-a: ""Merry Christmas, idiot." Arms fall around his friend's waist from behind, a grin and a light kiss pressed against his ear. "Know what I got you? A flarking day off. Everyone else's dealing with shit after I explained them it's a terran holiday. Also possibly something else, but that's for later." "
He tries (and fails) to mask his surprise, both at the sudden presence at his back and the fact that it is Christmas Day. It’s not something that he actually remembered, that it is Christmas as it were, (he remembered not holidays or birthdays, even his own; though it wasn’t that he didn’t exactly remember the dates of them but when the dates actually came near), for days blur into each other too often, and he had better things to do.
So, yes it definitely caught him unaware when Pete wished him a Merry Christmas; and subsequently takes him slightly long to reply.
“Can’t remind the last time I celebrated it… Merry Christmas, Pete.”
“Stop lying, the Guardians are my thing, you got… whatever’s left of the Nova corps, stop trying to take the one good thing in my life, you flarking krutack.”
“Excuse me?! We did form it together if you recall. After I pulled out that flarking Annihilus’ insides.”
"Would you at least try to pretend for one second you expected anything else? Like, you don’t even have to fake it believable, I’d settle for sarcasm.“
Because really, that’s all he can have any hopes to get. He knows Rich well enough for it; and possibly even more so does Rich know him too well for it.
"If it was anyone else, I’d have bigger problems. Can’t believe I used to work with this guy.”
“Wouldn’t be the Pete I know if that’s the case.”
And still the Nova doesn’t have a clear picture of what the other actually did for Peter to request help from him regarding the issue. Richard’s not sure if it just happened that they’d drifted from the situation at hand or if Pete’s really good at changing the subject.
“Neither can I, for myself as well. Now, what did you to incur his wrath?”
Worldmind still had that audio file of him calling the Kree some rather immature names. Which come to think of it, really doesn’t say much when Worldmind was, after all, basically his mind now; less of an audio file, more of a memory now.
