aromantically | ( OPEN ) Peter Q

She finds she likes that grin. Gamora matches it with one of her own; an easy and self-pleased thing. The proximity once again offers temptation. At least for now, she's resisting. Her hands come to rest on her hips. "In the interest of transparency, are you really ready this time? I won't allow you to leave until I'm certain you are ready to." That might sound like a threat if not for the playful tone. Besides, it's not a threat if she actually plans on going through with it.

Ready? It echoes in his head, his throat drying up all over again as his gaze slides down to those bright green lips. Then it occurs to him, she's talking about their chores and his eyes squeeze shut as if he could shut out all of his intrusive thoughts with his sight.

Frustrated and feeling betrayed by his own mind, he forces himself to take a stumbling step back from her. "Actually, do you think we could... pick this up tomorrow?" It isn't normal for him to give up, but she did say they should try a different tact, right? He swallows, trying to prepare himself for being alone again. That sounds much worse to him than just forcing himself through the night.

Gamora looks immediately alarmed by the change. She thinks she hit a nerve but, for the life of her, she cannot figure out how. She doesn't ask outright. Her mind races as she tries for something that can't spark something within Peter. "We can. I'll take care of things for tonight." She promises softly. It isn't enough. Something else springs to mind before she can fully process it. "Would you like me to come back once I'm done? We could sit together until you're ready to sleep." Not quite right, but right enough, she thinks. Gamora vaguely recalls the nights they'd sit together before bed.

He knows it must seem like another rejection from her perspective and he sighs audibly, telling himself he's ready for her to leave when she announces as much. But it's her turn to shock him when she offers something so unexpected he has to hold his breath a moment to process the words.

"I..." Deep breath, Pete. His eyes crash into hers wetly and he licks his lips before admitting, "I would really like that. If you can spare the time." One toe traces the floor bashfully as he awaits her final verdict.

He needs this. The thought rattles around Gamora's mind as their eyes meet. She surprises herself by wanting to help without attaching an asterisk to it. It would be easy to say she's indulging him out of pity or gratitude. The warrior quickly comes to the realization this is coming from a place of true concern. Peter being okay is important to her and so she makes time to see it happen; effort.

"I am a free woman, Peter Quill. I make my own time now." She boasts playfully. A hand goes to reach out for his arm. She squeezes firmly. Her expression is soft as she reassures him. "I won't be longer than an hour." She pledges before releasing his arm to go. One of the perks of living with a homicidal maniac is knowing how to quickly and efficiently tend to domestic issues before they turn into major issues. She will breeze through their combined chores like it's nothing.

He feels a twinge of guilt that she's going to do their work alone, but Peter knows he'd be completely useless at this point anyway. Peter was serious about putting it off until tomorrow, but it's impossible to know what another day might bring aboard this ship. She's probably right to get a jump on it.

"In your own time, free woman," he tosses back, his hand coming up just as hers is vacating so that his palm drags across her wrist briefly. "Seriously, no rush."

Peter already knows there's no way he'll be able to sleep tonight regardless, and he gives her a lame little wave as she finally retreats from the room. Not wanting to watch her go, he turns around before the door closes behind her. He fills his hour with going through the motions to get ready for bed though he doesn't truly feel present for much of it. The shower is downright torture as his mind tortures him by replaying that kiss over and over until he can't take it anymore and tears himself out of the water. He somehow dries off enough to put on his sweats and drudge through the rest of his ablutions before making his way to bed. He listens to music on the zune that doesn't remind him of anything and pulls out a book to read, needing something more to dig into lest he get stuck in a feedback loop again.

There she'll find him when she returns, in the middle of the bed reading a classic although not exactly what most might consider a light bedtime story. He's so engrossed in the (very sad) story, he doesn't even look up when she comes in, the music drowning out her already quiet footsteps.

Even that tiny brush sparks something within Gamora. She hesitates a step before returning to the task at hand. It goes faster than even she predicted. As if sensing a change in the time-displaced version of his mother, Groot sticks to her side under the guise of helping. Gamora can't say she minds given how concerned she is for Peter.

She lets the young adult talk her ear off about an adventure with Thor and Rocket. She even reassures him that if they were to split up in the future, of course, she would accept his offer to work with him first. They part on good terms for the night. Gamora can't help smiling at how happy he seemed just to have her attention all for himself for a while. She uses the extra time to prepare for bed herself.

Gamora returns to his quarters clearly dressed for bed in a soft, loose tank top and pants. Her many rings are missing. The only metal on her comes from the various hidden knives on her person at this point in the night. Her braid is a little frizzy from the water in the shower.

She catches his distraction and almost thinks to turn back. He seemed so happy earlier at the thought of her return. Gamora decides to gently tap his shoulder to get his attention. "Peter?"

Her scent hits him almost violently milliseconds before her touch registers, and he jumps despite his best efforts. Laughing nervously at himself, he takes his headphones off, just barely having the presence of mind to mark his place before setting the book aside. Emotions cycle through his gaze again as he takes in her casual appearance, blowing out a breath through his nose as he composes himself.

"Hey, you're here," he announces, a bit of self-deprecation leaking into his tone. It isn't that he expected her to blow him off, although maybe a part of him isn't prepared to see her this way. Which seems so strange to think after longing for her to come back with all his being. He scoots over, patting the bed next to him. "Come, sit."

He tracks her movements out of habit more than anything, observing that she left her braid in even after a shower and it causes a warm weight to settle in his chest.

"Where else would I be?" Gamora questions as she takes the seat offered to her. She feels bad for scaring him. A part of her wonders if maybe she should have left. The warrior hopes by now he knows she keeps her word. She said she would be here and so here she sits.

It is surreal and somewhat familiar to sit in a place that smells so strongly of Peter. She wonders suddenly if this used to be their bed before dismissing the thought outright. That's not a question she needs to be answered. "What were you reading?" Not much better, but at least distracts her from any silly thoughts that may arise.

He feels cowed by her question, especially since he does know she always keeps her word. Peter acknowledges her with a sheepish shrug before leaning back over to retrieve the book and deposit it in her lap.

"It's an old book about the end of the world or something." It seemed apropos at the time, but maybe it's a little sad in retrospect. His gauge has broken when it comes to the outright depressing anyway. "It was written a long time before people on Earth knew all this was out here. Actually, most of them probably still don't know." At least, not the scope and scale of it. Even post-snap, the media keeps people pretty insulated from the truth.

Gamora doesn't bother hiding her confusion about the choice of book and Terra's status. She's very aware of the fact Terra had once been cut off from the rest of the galaxy. At this point, they'd been invaded by beings from space multiple times. One of their heroes is from Asgard. How can they still remain so removed?

"There's so much out in the galaxy. It is a shame they don't get to see it the way you do." Gamora points out softly. "My people were the same. We didn't know anything could be out there until the day Thanos invaded my planet." And now they're too dead to know what she knows.

"I didn't use to think it was a shame," he admits, the shadow of a smile tracing his features as he turns over on his side to face her, propping himself up with one elbow. "You know, when I was a kid, everyone talked about aliens all the time. Some people were excited about it, others scared. Obviously, I've always been fascinated with what's out here... but it was overwhelming when I first saw it all. Was it like that for you too? We do have kinda similar villain origin stories."

Gamora draws up a knee, head turning towards Peter to offer her undivided attention. She is openly fascinated by his stories of life on Earth once again. There is a soft scoff at his choice of similar villain origin stories. Her attention doesn't waiver. Gamora gives it some thought. The past is a painful place for the former assassin. She thinks this is a safe enough thread to tug on.

"Completely. I'd never seen anyone who didn't look like me before. The ships and weapons were unlike anything I'd ever seen before too. Mostly, I was angry at it." She smiles wistfully. It's a charming story of youth to her even if it will likely sound horrifying to anyone else. "These strange beings and their machines only brought death and suffering to everyone around them. It wasn't until I got older I started to see there was beauty in the galaxy. Not for long once I came around with Thanos' forces, but it did exist."

She purses her lips in thought before deciding to share some of it. "He never harmed the plants or the trees. One of his retirement plans was to farm so he must have been getting a headstart." Gamora admits with a dry laugh. She doesn't elaborate on who. Speaking about Thanos directly isn't something she is ready to do just yet.

"I grew to love their beauty. There are so many kinds throughout the galaxy. I used to daydream about keeping the ones that generate light, but they would have died." She shrugs, looking away now. Gamora is self-conscious suddenly about admitting that the hardened warrior would dream of such soft things.

"I know what you mean, the Ravagers were... a lot." Peter goes quiet to listen raptly to her, knowing it isn't easy for her to speak of Thanos. He isn't fond of mentioning him either himself so he can hardly blame her. He does roll his eyes at the mention of him gardening, and he's grateful for her admission because it keeps the rage boiling just under the surface at bay. "...Why would they die? Should we get some?"

Gamora shakes her head, effectively convincing herself to let the fantasy go. It's back to reality. "He kept the ships dark. Anything organic would struggle to survive-" She catches herself. Gamora is still making that mental jump she had to back in the previous timeline. It's almost as if she forgets she's free. Anything is possible now.

Gamora smiles softly as it finally sinks in she can do it. There's a rare innocence in her gaze as she regards Peter. "We shouldn't go now. It's late. But, tomorrow..." She allows herself just for a moment to get excited about something private and hers. "It'd be nice to care for something."

Peter finds himself smiling brightly over at her as she realizes she can do whatever she wants now. It's ridiculously adorable to him she thought he might spring up out of bed to get her trees in the middle of the night. He's tempted to just for that reason alone, but he nods in agreement to tomorrow.

"They sound beautiful. Plus Groot could use a friend." A dumb joke that isn't completely a joke. His hand drops to the sheet as he becomes visibly drowsy, like the exhaustion finally crashing into him after hours or even days of holding it together for everyone else. His fingers brush her arm as his eyes slowly lid, caught in a losing battle of fighting back sleep. He is stubborn enough to fight longer though, and he will if only to hear her voice a few moments longer.

"He does seem lonely at times," Gamora admits. The way her eyes linger over Peter makes it clear she doesn't think he's the only one. Even that brief touch sends sparks across her nervous system. What does that make her? Gamora rather focuses on Peter than dig into that particular mess.

"You should get some rest. I'll stay until you fall asleep."

"It's hard to lose your mom in your formative years..." He doesn't mean to say it, but he also doesn't want to take it back. Peter shuts his eyes though he's nowhere near as drifty as he was even a second ago, taking Gamora's offer at face value. It's easy to trust her this way even if it shouldn't necessarily be. Peter does think they're past the point where she'd stab him for upsetting her. Probably. "Not like I've been much of a dad to him lately either." He's mostly in survival mode, which he knows hurts his little family even if they'd never admit it to his face.

It's a stab in the heart to hear that. She knows objectively it's true. Even if she recalled everything tomorrow, she could never be the woman who raised him. Gamora is something else now. The injustice of it burns her up inside. She doesn't want to die or disappear. Gamora wishes for Groot's sake if nothing else that it had all turned out differently.

Her hand seeks his arm as he takes a dig at himself. She argues gently but, firmly. "You've done the best you can. Someone you loved was murdered. His mother was murdered. What message would that send to him if that wasn't affecting your actions every day?" She carefully disassociates herself from the equation.

Gamora gives her argument a moment to breathe before adding. "He is lonely, but he is also kind and honorable. Take comfort in that. His loss will ease with time. Whatever shortcomings you may have had during this will be forgiven."

He inhales as his eyes blink open again, as if he were coming out of the water when she touches him. Maybe, in a way, she is saving him from drowning.

"He was those things before... I can't take much of the credit." Both because he feels Gamora instilled more of those values into him as a seedling, and because adult Groot had been the bravest soldier he'd ever known before his whole Benjamin Button situation. Peter is finally forced to breathe out through his nose and his hand shifts until he can lay his fingers across the pulse of her wrist. "I still need to find a way to be stronger - for them. She would have."

It's easy to say when he isn't the one who died. They'll never know how Gamora would've reacted to such a thing... probably rampaged across the galaxy. It only makes his wallowing sadder in contrast to his own depressive mind.

"Sorry. We... I shouldn't talk about her like this with you." Although it's becoming increasingly obvious Peter has no one else to talk to about his grief. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you, too."

Gamora falls into silence. It is in a way unfair she has to be the one to bear his grief. She would have to be blind to miss the way no one else seems capable of it. Drax and Mantis view her as the same woman without her memories. They don't even seem to comprehend that Gamora died. Rocket is quiet on the subject though has tellingly offered upgrades and tech she suspects may have prevented his friend's death. Groot is forever longing for his mother and is overly invested in making this new relationship work. Nebula blames herself for what happened to her Gamora. Any grief Peter expresses only adds to that pain.

There is only her. She thinks she owes it to the woman she once was to take this on. More importantly, she wants to do it as his friend now. They are friends. Gamora is positive about that.

She exhales audibly. "Peter, the only way you could hurt me is by hating me for not being her or trying to change me to suit you. You have already proven to me that you accept me as I am." That isn't a small thing in her eyes.

"The dead are always the best versions of themselves in our eyes. None of us will ever measure up to your Gamora. Even she couldn't hope to compare to her and that's to be expected. It is how I see all the ones I have lost." The father and mother that exist in her mind are far from their real counterparts. "Would she have wanted you to tear yourself down to raise her up?"

At first, he assumes he has hurt her and he stays uncharacteristically quiet himself, listening to her breathe and taking what comfort he can by feeling her pulse in his hand. Hate causes his hand to reflexively close around her wrist as if he could take it all back just by holding onto her. His grip almost instantly loosens when she goes on however; realizing that she understands where he's coming from.

"I could never hate you," he gets out in a rush, even though he knows that wasn't what she was accusing him of. He just wants that to be crystal clear in any context. Peter sighs, slowly letting his hand drag across her skin before occupying its own space by his pillow to give her some space. Feeling cowed, he admits: "No," in a small voice. Gamora always hated when he cut himself down, but it's a hard spiral to break without his partner here to snap him out of it. "So what should I do?"

His eyes glisten with hope like she can somehow tell him how to best honor her alter's memory without constantly stepping into what feels like a trapdoor.

Gamora allows him to find some comfort in her. It's a little bit of torture to wonder if he's imagining or reliving how she felt. It's a small pain to go through to help Peter. It finally feels like they're getting somewhere with a very complicated situation. The pain is worth it to know he doesn't hate her. She does wonder at times. How could she not? She is essentially a Gamora without bravery. She never escaped Thanos or stood up for Nebula. She didn't open herself up to love much less share a child with a man. In every way, Gamora knows she falls short.

That hopeful look nearly breaks her heart. Gamora doesn't shrink back from it. She actually does know what he needs to do. "Find a way to let her go." It sounds self-serving even to her ears. Gamora knows she needs to explain.

She takes her wrist back to hold gently as if his touch has left a mark on her that only she can see. "One thing I know about the woman you loved is that she fought to be free. Right now the man she loves isn't. You're a slave to your grief, Peter Quill. It controls every part of your life. If not for yourself, do it for her." She can't imagine her counterpart will ever know peace like this. Gamora knows better than to actually say the words.

His eyes slowly fill with water though he doesn't dare let any tear fall even as he hugs the pillow to himself as he listens intently. His heart is pounding fast, but it's starting to sink in that she's right. He can't go on like this and no one else can around him either.

"What if I don't know how?" he asks with a hoarse crackle in his voice. This ship echoes Gamora down every hall to say nothing of the woman laying in his bed right now. "I know I have to, I know you're right... she would hate to see me this." Peter's eyes cast downward as he tries to force the tears back in. "Sorry... again, sorry. You don't deserve to have this put on you."

Her heart completely breaks at the question and unshed tears. Gamora imagines she doesn't help with that. Neither of them seems to be in a rush to get rid of her. They'll have to live with the consequences of that together. "You'll learn." She reassures him. Gamora really thinks he can.

A dark chuckle escapes her at that word. Deserve. "This isn't about what we deserve, Peter." Her hands ball into fists as she allows herself to be angry for his sake as much as that woman she'll never be. "She did everything I never had the courage to do. She escaped on her own. She protected her sister from him. She allowed herself to love again and build a new family. The universe responded by allowing her to be stolen again, killed, and replaced by someone else."

Gamora hates it. She truly does want to exist. She is all too aware of how unfair it is that it's her instead of the original Gamora. "You're kind to try to spare my feelings, but it isn't necessary. I would have gone mad in your position from the injustice alone. If the worst you do is talk to me about it, you're a better man than this universe deserves."

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