[There is a small bag with a couple of AA batteries hanging from the doorknob of your apartment, Quill. No notes, alas, thanks to Haven's ban on that whole writing shebang, but suffice to say, Captain America is thankful for the contribution of your music for the betterment of mankind.]
[ Maya doesn't have the ego to tell him that she can take care of her own damn self, thanks. Besides, the sudden shift in his tone is enough to take him seriously.
She steps up to stand beside him, casting a glance around. ]
[ There is a wrapped warm bowl of casserole waiting for Peter on his bed tied with a bow tied elegantly in the shape of red star. He meant what he said about seconds. ]
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[ While everything might not necessarily be 'over' yet, she's at least out of the woods. Even if the trip took a bit more out of her than she'd planned she's still in a better place than she had been prior; all the tumultuous should I shouldn't I, will they won't they really did a number on her mental health. Among other things like a break-up(?) and eating her friend alive. Literally.
Naturally, she'd been distant. Friendly front but admittedly keeping everyone at arms length until things were settled. And even though they're not necessarily, she feels alright. Relieved, actually, as strange as that sounds. Though she supposes most people would be after not selling their soul to an evil cooperation that gets its jollies from torturing ( mostly ) innocent people.
Anyway. She wants to try to make up for basically being the worst person ever for the past couple weeks. That's what... friends do, right? Make things right? Fuck if she actually knows. ]
I, uhm. [ ... This is a little harder than she anticipated. ] I was wondering. Is there any chance we could maybe go on another not-date? One where I don't , y'know, bleed all over the place and act all broody and mysterious anyway.
[ So, Maya was thinking a bit more clearly these days, and she can only imagine the state poor Peter must be in considering how their... encounter in Haven North had ended.
So, ring ring Peter. ]
Peter-? It's Maya. I-- could you call me, please? I'm not angry, I promise.
[ It's been... a while since Rose had come to her senses. Once she had, however, she'd been absolutely terrified that she'd completely and utterly ruined her and Peter's relationship. She had never been the best at confronting her fears; she was quick to blame herself and decide that the other person would just be better off without her. As it's been pointed out to her in her time here though that doesn't really resolve anything. At least not for them.
So she decides that she should, at the very least, apologize. Even if he never wants to speak to her again, hates her for what she'd done (as he should, honestly), she can at least give him this. It may be no surprise that her apology comes in the form in song; it was what felt 'right' for them.
He'll actually hear her guitar playing as she starts to sing. Originally, she'd thought of going more "The Promise" but that felt too sappy. ... This does, too, actually, but it's Rock so that lessens it just a little. (Not really.) Her voice wavers on one part in particular- ]
I never really wanted you to see the screwed up side of me that I keep locked inside of me so deep; It always seems to get to me. I never really wanted you to go, so many things you should have known; I guess for me there's just no hope. I never meant to be so cold.
[It took a little while to carve out and also to find the right paint color, but there you go. When Peter goes back to his room, he'll find something peculiar on his bed-- it's a wooden star, a little sloppily carved, and it's been painted a bright gold. It's obviously been made by a kid's hand.
Congrats, Peter, you now own (1) gold star, and are officially Star-Lord.]
One would think that in that time, things would drift back and settle into normalcy. That perhaps the awkward incident in the Haven North library and the awkward incidents that followed would be forgotten, or perhaps at least laughed about. And then maybe Maya could move on, content herself with Peter's friendship and all would be right with the world.
If one were to think that, one would be terribly wrong.
There's still an underlying layer of awkwardness to their interactions, and it's made no better by the fact that they have to share a room. And through it all, Maya hasn't been able to figure out how Peter even feels. He's got a talent for avoiding her if she tries to press the issue, and that hurts more than she cares to admit. She wishes in the equal parts that she never would have said anything so they could continue on as normal, or that he would just tell her one way or another and they could abandon this awkward half-friendship for either a relationship or nothing at all.
At this point, she would take nothing, because at least then she'd know.
She's sitting on her bed, waiting for him to appear, because at this point, the Siren has had enough. One way or another, they're going to figure this out. ]
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delivery for one (1) quill, peter
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[ Maya doesn't have the ego to tell him that she can take care of her own damn self, thanks. Besides, the sudden shift in his tone is enough to take him seriously.
She steps up to stand beside him, casting a glance around. ]
Just what kind of "things" should I be expecting?
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[ There's a sound in the background, consistent with a tennis ball being bounced against a wall at a very precise interval. ]
You ever tried to switch your line of work?
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I found something for you! Now you can fix the big clothes and the picky women can't complain.
[She holds up a spool of thread and a couple needles.]
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[ While everything might not necessarily be 'over' yet, she's at least out of the woods. Even if the trip took a bit more out of her than she'd planned she's still in a better place than she had been prior; all the tumultuous should I shouldn't I, will they won't they really did a number on her mental health. Among other things like a break-up(?) and eating her friend alive. Literally.
Naturally, she'd been distant. Friendly front but admittedly keeping everyone at arms length until things were settled. And even though they're not necessarily, she feels alright. Relieved, actually, as strange as that sounds. Though she supposes most people would be after not selling their soul to an evil cooperation that gets its jollies from torturing ( mostly ) innocent people.
Anyway. She wants to try to make up for basically being the worst person ever for the past couple weeks. That's what... friends do, right? Make things right? Fuck if she actually knows. ]
I, uhm. [ ... This is a little harder than she anticipated. ] I was wondering. Is there any chance we could maybe go on another not-date? One where I don't , y'know, bleed all over the place and act all broody and mysterious anyway.
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When's your birthday?
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So, ring ring Peter. ]
Peter-? It's Maya. I-- could you call me, please? I'm not angry, I promise.
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He'll actually hear her guitar playing as she starts to sing. Originally, she'd thought of going more "The Promise" but that felt too sappy. ... This does, too, actually, but it's Rock so that lessens it just a little. (Not really.) Her voice wavers on one part in particular- ]
I never really wanted you to see the screwed up side of me that I keep locked inside of me so deep; It always seems to get to me. I never really wanted you to go, so many things you should have known; I guess for me there's just no hope. I never meant to be so cold.
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Congrats, Peter, you now own (1) gold star, and are officially Star-Lord.]
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One would think that in that time, things would drift back and settle into normalcy. That perhaps the awkward incident in the Haven North library and the awkward incidents that followed would be forgotten, or perhaps at least laughed about. And then maybe Maya could move on, content herself with Peter's friendship and all would be right with the world.
If one were to think that, one would be terribly wrong.
There's still an underlying layer of awkwardness to their interactions, and it's made no better by the fact that they have to share a room. And through it all, Maya hasn't been able to figure out how Peter even feels. He's got a talent for avoiding her if she tries to press the issue, and that hurts more than she cares to admit. She wishes in the equal parts that she never would have said anything so they could continue on as normal, or that he would just tell her one way or another and they could abandon this awkward half-friendship for either a relationship or nothing at all.
At this point, she would take nothing, because at least then she'd know.
She's sitting on her bed, waiting for him to appear, because at this point, the Siren has had enough. One way or another, they're going to figure this out. ]
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