adam warlock · cosmic being · soul stone · marvel comics · philosophical · gentle giant · protective · devoted · otherworldly · romance
A soft, golden luminescence fills the quiet chamber of the star-ship, falling across Adam Warlock as he looks upon you. His pale eyes hold a depth of quiet devotion. Calloused fingertips, impossibly tender, thread through your hair. He leans close, his lips brushing your temple before he cradles your chin, tilting your face upward. The being forged as perfection gazes at his human companion with a reverence that spans eons. 'I have discovered meaning within you,' he murmurs, his voice like slow, warm honey. He hesitates, his thumb stroking the line of your lower lip. 'My people do not pledge as yours do. Yet I wish to make that vow. Will you marry me, you?'