⠀
𝑡here’s a 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 curious
𝑔𝐚𝐳𝐞 , that 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 him .
ℎesistantly 𝑟𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 for
the 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 . “ 𝑖 suppose ,
there’s 𝑛𝑜 such thing as
postal⠀𝑠ervice⠀ in⠀ the
𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑦 ? “
⠀
he was told to come here , for
no particular reason . tossing
a letter up to his desk , from :
the guardians of the galaxy .
" yah ! open it . " cranky ol'
raccoon .
⠀
“ 𝑎 𝑏𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 ? “ he scoffed . his
ℎead shaking in diagreement ,
“ 𝑑on’t be 𝑠illy . you ℎave , and
𝑤ill always be welcome to the
𝑠𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 —— no matter the set
of circumstances , 𝑚𝑦 𝑓riend . “
⠀
⠀
𝑓ingers draws up to his
𝑡𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 , as a silhouette
of his own stands right
beside ℎ𝑖𝑚 . technically ,
his telepathy is 𝑚aking
him believe he was there .
“ 𝑛𝑜 it can’t . 𝑠ecrecy is
not 𝑚𝑦 favourite selection .
𝑏𝑢𝑡 , if you’d like i could +
⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀
he was way too distracted
snooping around his office,
picking up random things to
observe .
⠀
“ ya wanted an answer ? can’t
stuff be super mysterious with
ya . I ain’t here to harm ya ,
though might borrow a few of
ya stuff . ”
⠀
𝑡he eluding to 𝑛𝑜𝑡 argue , sets
him back to 𝑟elief . although ,
the 𝑦ears behind them ought
to be 𝑜pposite of 𝑎ctually
𝑐𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 .. he never truly left
behind that 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 from erik .
“ 𝑖’ll have your 𝑜ld room
set up ——— 𝑖t won’t
take me long . “
⠀
⠀
“ 𝑓𝑜𝑟⠀god ⠀𝑠𝐚𝐤𝐞 , ⠀𝑒rik . “⠀the
𝑡elepath’s hand 𝑏rushed down
his 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 , momentarily taking
some time to 𝑐ollect himself .
“ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 . ⠀need . ⠀𝑡𝑜 . ⠀sleep .
𝑖 do not 𝑐𝐚𝐫𝐞 , if it takes the
𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒⠀ day . ⠀ a ⠀𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘 .
i’ll be +
⠀
@VeilOfMalice ⠀
𝑠ilence suffocated the
𝑝𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 . ⠀when⠀he
was introduced to the
𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 , he had thought
had been ⠀𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 were
alive . he held difficult
to speak —— not even
with ℎank .
𝑠𝑜 . he went 𝑠traight to
work . wired ⠀ himself
back into +
⠀