[Is he annoyed at her? Angry with her? Because she did not go the right direction like he had told her to? He can be an ass hole, but he's not someone that's casually cruel. There's that rise and fall of her chest, features still darkened as she gives him a glare. Eyes hard and narrowed, and yet hurt.
And yet the silence gives her a moment, her own confusion shifting along her face. Clothing aside, as perhaps he had found something to catch his fancy when he arrived here, there are subtle differences. His hair looks a little different. Longer? Not quite as shaven as he usually is. Her head cocks a little, scanning, looking, and he seems...]
It's- it's not the Easter hare!
[It's lashed out, but not directly aimed at him, but more the entire situation. Nebula- does that mean? It's uncertainty then. She had said it's been eight years. What has just happened for her, has it been eight years for him too? Eight years without- It's then that she doesn't actually know where she stands. Time can change much. Look at what a few years have done for her? No longer a weapon of Thanos, she has sought to find her place in the galaxy. Found companions, that had turned into friends, that had evolved into family, and more. She can hear her blood ringing through her ears, that clenching around her heart.
Later, perhaps, she might think on the casual greeting, and how he had spoken her name.
Now? Now that is that hesitant step toward him, a twitch of her fingers, a desire to rest her palm against his chest. She holds off, even as she draws closer, until her eyes are silently exploring across his face, as if she might be able to read the stories there that she isn't privy to.]
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And yet the silence gives her a moment, her own confusion shifting along her face. Clothing aside, as perhaps he had found something to catch his fancy when he arrived here, there are subtle differences. His hair looks a little different. Longer? Not quite as shaven as he usually is. Her head cocks a little, scanning, looking, and he seems...]
It's- it's not the Easter hare!
[It's lashed out, but not directly aimed at him, but more the entire situation. Nebula- does that mean? It's uncertainty then. She had said it's been eight years. What has just happened for her, has it been eight years for him too? Eight years without- It's then that she doesn't actually know where she stands. Time can change much. Look at what a few years have done for her? No longer a weapon of Thanos, she has sought to find her place in the galaxy. Found companions, that had turned into friends, that had evolved into family, and more. She can hear her blood ringing through her ears, that clenching around her heart.
Later, perhaps, she might think on the casual greeting, and how he had spoken her name.
Now? Now that is that hesitant step toward him, a twitch of her fingers, a desire to rest her palm against his chest. She holds off, even as she draws closer, until her eyes are silently exploring across his face, as if she might be able to read the stories there that she isn't privy to.]