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Curie’s gaze darted between the offered hand and her friend’s face at least twice before she swallowed, summoned an equally shaky smile, and took it. Her grip was almost too tight, crushing the woman’s fingers in her own before she finally took a breath and, with a glance at their hands and a...

Curie couldn’t hold her gaze; they looked away, leading her along in another turn of the waltz with quiet, desperately awkward contrition written so clearly across their features it might as well have been stamped there in permanent ink. The silence dragged on, and they cast their gaze about...

Their smile grew into a cheek-dimpling grin when she took their hand, and Curie was quick to step into proper waltzing position, their other hand resting gently over the line of metal studs that marked the high waist of her dress. They were trying not to overthink it, really, but they couldn’t...

Mask wrinkled their nose behind their scarf, grimacing at the thought of climbing into one of the mechanical death traps that L and N were so fond of. Cars were loud and smelly and confining, and they failed to see the appeal of moving a little faster when all that movement was restricted to...

Lark doesn’t miss a beat when Jolyne disappears, merely waiting a moment and then turning smoothly to face her new position when she reappears. They’ve dealt with other Larks appearing and disappearing on a whim all their life, after all, though it’s still novel for it to lack a musical...

Curie’s smile kept its distinctively nervous slant, but they managed to meet her eyes briefly, studying her face and wilting in relief at the lack of animosity they found there. They hadn’t completely blown it. That was… good. Yes. Good. They took one of the appetizers for themself after she’d...

Quill somehow found themself walking side by side with Tornir. They did their best to keep their focus forward, studying Favyaura and Nicholas with all the careful attention of an actor scoping their next role, but even so they couldn’t help but notice that the little gnomish woman kept shooting...

“We don’t,” they agree, falling mostly silent after the short confirmation. It’s interesting, watching her puzzle it out. Lark already knew - or assumed, rather - that the two of them wouldn’t have the same thought process, but it takes them longer to follow her logic than they think it should...

A flicker of not-there movement, and Lark is standing as well. It seems like they were looking at something else during the pause - it takes a second for them to focus on her again, but when they do, their smile grows. “I don’t know everything,” they correct, amused rather than offended by her...

Oooh, she had tattoos. She had a lot of tattoos. Curie had intended to just give the woman a kind of casual look-over, but they found their gaze caught and held in the thicket of roses around her shin. They spent a few long moments tracing the lines and swirls inked in monochrome on her skin...

Curie lifted her head, her eyes cloudy as she slogged through the mire of despair and regret her thoughts had fallen into to reach the tiny flicker of hope Jupiter had laid out for her. After a moment, her gaze sharpened, and she straightened further, her hands falling to Jupiter’s forearms as...

“Indeed.” The fire alarm in a building across the street starts ringing, but Lark doesn’t even glance in that direction. They just take another sip of their coffee, unruffled by the disaster they’ve already seen occur. Now that they’ve decided to look her way, their eyes are steady on Jolyne’s...

Seeing Jupiter come undone nearly shattered Curie’s resolve. She had never seen her friend so scared, but here they were at the end of the world (no, their world- no, her world, Curie’s world, it should never have been the end of Jupiter’s, she should never have come back-) and she looked so...

Curie pressed herself against the wall while Jupiter charged the door, casting a nervous look over her shoulder before remembering that the station was falling apart anyway and it wasn’t like a little property damage was going to get them in trouble at this point. (The shockwaves from Eurydice...

Lark waves the thanks away with a smile and a quick, “Don’t mention it.” They don’t quite meet her eyes, still fidgety and flighty, and they seem almost as uncomfortable receiving the gratitude as Jolyne does giving it. It’s clear they aren’t put in this position very often, and they don’t...

“Oh noooo!” Curie trilled, clapping a hand over his heart and rocking his shoulders as the imaginary lasers hit him. “My only weakness. Being shot.” He was grinning even as he peeled himself off the box he’d dramatically fallen against. The station just wasn’t the same, in the time between...

Dahlia fell back when the order came, slowing her stride so that she lagged a step or two behind their leader and their scout. She was still looking around, trying to catch what Henry had, but to her the bushes seemed, well, like bushes. Stationary, except for when they were rustled by a breeze...

Jolyne looks pretty unsteady. Lark wavers between moving a bit closer so they can potentially catch her if she falls and staying where they are so that it isn’t their problem, but ultimately she seems to pull herself together. They relax minutely, stuffing their hands in the pockets of their...

I did the thing!! Here's Quill... and oh wait, who's that? Surely nobody and nothing, only completely normal Quills here (tee hee)

M hadn’t enlisted. This was one of the cycles where they were given over to the wilderness too young for their existence to be noted on any official documents, and they’d never bothered correcting the oversight. There were more than even odds that they’d’ve been turned away even if they did have...