"Not much interesting in here," Quill admitted with a small smile, setting Desi down gently in a chair. There were large racks and buckets of tools, scrap metal, and worksuits, and most of the walls were covered in worktables with one single spinny chair in the center, with a normal-sized bed squeezed into the corner.
Desi's eyes glowed again as her 5-year-old self escaped, 'wow'ing and tinkering with all the materials. She ran to the chair, spinning around in circles while giggles burst from her mouth. Then she hopped onto his bed and flopped down, still giggling.
"I'm glad someone finds it all exciting besides myself," Quill grinned at her, sitting down next to her. "They all say it's a junkyard."
She hugged him around his waist, happy. "I think it's just fine." Pulling him down with her, she lay facing Quill. "Thank you," she breathed.
"What for?" He asked, huffing out a bit of a laugh, tilting his head at her.
"Not leaving. Caring." She leaned into his body heat, closing her eyes. "Being here." She began drifting off, and right before she surrendered to sleep, "Thank you. I really, really like you, Quillon."
"You're welcome," Quill mumbled quietly, blushing like mad but not minding it at all. She was very pretty, after all, and even though she may have been a bit much to handle, she was interesting and…bouncy and energetic and a lot of other things he couldn't describe but he loved. And when she used his full name? He felt something he hadn't felt in a very, very long time. Loved.
(time skip?)
(to when tehe)
(…do you want Desi to have a nightmare again? huehue)
(yeah lol gyuuygv)
(mkay bwaha… ahem)
She was alone. Surrounded by darkness. Her sister's leaving shadow. She clawed, reaching for everything, anything. "Yern!" Tears streamed down her face as she futilely called into the void. "Don't… leave!" The last word tore from her throat, echoing across every surface of her mind. "Leave," she panted, quieter now. "Leave."
"Why?" Gasps ricocheted across her body, rocking her like a seizure. Her back arched, fingernails scratching, howling incoherent words and mumbles.
Then… solid. Something solid. The back of her hand felt something solid, emitting heat.
Quill awoke with a start, leaning up on his elbow and looking down at Desi with wide eyes. "Hey, Desi…Desi, you okay?"
Desi's eyes opened to find herself in a crouched position, clinging onto Quill - who was over her - for life. "Huh?"
"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked, lying back down again and turning to her.
Her fingers traced over his biceps; where she was clinging beforehand. Then realization hit her. "Oh… it must've been a nightmare. Again." Her pitched dropped at the end, as sadness embraced her irises.
"You're fine. Okay, Desi? You're okay," Quill reassured, wrapping a comforting arm around her.
Desi didn't respond, instead stealing comfort from his arms and words. Suddenly she felt liquid on her cheeks, and registered that she had been crying. In fact, her body was still trembling in aftershocks of the nightmare.
“Hey. Look at me.” Quill ordered softly, using his other hand to wipe her tears away with his thumb. “You’re safe, okay?”
"Alright," her voice wobbled. "Okay." Her eyes gazed up at him, he was breathtaking. A hero in reality. Yet her arms refused to pull away from his, locking them in an awkward prolonged embrace.
it’s very cheesy but I shan’t complain
“You’re okay. Just go back to sleep, Desi,” He comforted, eyes and tone soft. The gray ribbon wouldn’t let him rest until he knew Desi was okay.
i love that gray ribbon
"Ok, ok," she relaxed, tucking her head in his chest this time. She wrapped her arms around his torso, more so for her comfort. The consistent heat he provided should keep the nightmares at bay. excuses, excuses Desi She fell asleep instantly in his arms.
Quill sighed happily, glancing down at her before smiling to himself and shutting his eyes, the ribbon allowing him to sleep.
(time skip now? or any other ideas…)
(Yeah but to when)