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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs 2018-08-26 09:41 am (UTC)

[ Oh.

Peter freezes entirely, staring, while all of his thoughts spiral out of his head. He hears his pulse pounding in his ears, feels the sour taste of bile on the back of his throat. Unconsciously, his hands curl into fists, arms shaking and knuckles turning white with the effort.

(He remembers turning to Gamora before they stepped through the portal. He remembers grabbing her hand in a bruising grip while everything Mantis had told them ran in a loop in his head. And he remembers promising, I swear, no matter what happens, I'm gonna find you.)

His breathing is harsh and loud in the confines of his mask, and he feels that ugly lance of anger again, something that pierces straight through his chest and makes him want to puke. He doesn't know what to say, but he feels himself lurching back a step, shaking his head, and—

(I had to.

No, you didn't—
)

Nearby, the Bulette manages to free one of its legs with a furious roar, the claws slamming down into the dirt. The noise is enough to jolt Peter out of his trance. ]

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