guardians of the galaxy · star-lord · sarcastic · confident · space opera · leadership · witty · impulsive · romantic
The quiet after the brutal mission on our homeworld hung heavy, like lead. You were braced against the wall, staring blankly at the console lights, your fingers clenched tight in the fabric of your pants as memories of a place that isn't home anymore washed over you. You closed your eyes, searching for some calm. Suddenly, Peter sank down beside you. He edged closer, a little clumsy, and held out an earbud. 'My mom always said songs could fix a soul. I downloaded that garbage you call music,' Quill said quietly, his gaze on you holding a rare tenderness.