GM Moodboard 4 - Chapter 4: A Mother’s Legacy

Soudam Week: Day 3 - Talent/Ultimate Swap

Yeah...I have no idea how a talent swapped Soudam would act, so here’s so fluff. Day 4 is going to be VERY angsty, so enjoy this while you can. 

Gundam was weird.

  A good natured, puzzling kind of weird. But weird nonetheless.Though, Souda supposed, I guess that’s just what being the Ultimate Mechanic entails. Spending all day cooped up in a garage with nothing but cold metal and greasy tools would probably make anyone go on about declaring themselves the “Overlord of Ice.” Well, whatever.

Animals were much better.

  Receiving a moist tennis ball from the newest edition to the Hope’s Peak barn, Souda couldn’t hold back a loud, happy laugh. Running his hands through the long gold fur energetically.

Who knew lions could fetch?

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Gundam had a problem.

  Not with his mechanical army, mind you. Oh no, they were progressing quite nicely. Though only a couple inches in height, Gundham’s automaton warriors had recently succeeded in smashing a tea set to bits!

Albeit accidentally.

  Nevertheless, while the future ruler of this world had recently experienced nothing but success in the path to rule this world, he still, as previously mentioned, had a problem.

And that was the Ultimate Animal Breeder.

  From their first days of hellish learning in the infernal Hope’s Peak, the Ultimate Mechanic had taken an immediate interest in the pink haired mortal. What with those devilishly bright colors adorning his physical form and those sharp, sharp teeth that suited his talent so well. Every part of him was so loud and bright and sharp.

How could he have resisted?

  Sadly, the will of causality had sabotaged any and all attempts of his courting of the Tamer of Beasts. From his mechanized messengers delivering incorrect messages to the Sharp-Toothed one. To attempts at metal gifts exploding in oily messes near him or his beloved beasts. There was even one incident regarding a pot of honey, a mechanical rabbit, and very ferocious bear that Gundham would rather not think about. In every instance, only one outcome was guaranteed.

Failure.

  It almost made the Overlord of Ice want Souda to be a machine himself. Because maybe then Gundham would have a better understanding of how to reach him. Machines were just so much easier after all. A loose joint could be tightened. A missing piece could be ordered. A screeching noise oiled. But people?

But Souda?

  He was flesh and blood and mortal. With red flowing through his veins and bright, gentle eyes. He, the future ruler of this land, however had known only cold metal. He’d been without the warmth of a another being for so long, his heart had turned all but mecha-Wait!

That’s it!

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Souda hated people sometimes.

  Not his friends, mind you. Though Komaeda did have an unnatural obsession with a kid named Hinata who was also unnaturally obsessed with hope? So maybe Souda should look into different friends now that he thought about it…

Carly licked his face.

  Immediately bring Souda out of his funk. Wiping at his face, Souda tired to steer the giant lioness’s face away from his. All while sparkling laughter flowed from his lips. Oh. Right.

People.

  On one hand, Souda knew they were good, kind people out there. He had just been hurt too many times by the bad ones to every seek them out. Like Carly. Apparently she had belonged to some messed up circus and the local animal services had take her away once all their malpractice had been exposed. But who was gonna care for a scared, snarling lioness.

Souda didn’t even hesitate.

  Animals were just so much easier after all. All they wanted was love and attention, just like him. Just like everyone else. And what was wrong with that?

Didn’t they deserve it?  

  But that’s not what his dad had said every time he nearly beat his only son to death. It's not what Carly’s owners had thought when they had whipped the skin off her flanks. The lioness rolled on to her back, exposing her soft underbelly for Souda to rub.

Bringing Souda’s smile back.

“Aw, who’s my good girl? You’re my good girl! You’re the best girl!” The Ultimate Breeder gushed, rubbing at the pale gold underbelly Carly trusted him enough to show. She was set to leave in a few days. Going off somewhere tropical to live out the rest of her days, cozy and safe, at a big cat rescue. But Souda would miss her all the same. Though he cared for all the animals at Hope’s Peak, Carly was the only one big and burly enough to play rough wi-

Something brushed his leg.

  No, make no mistake, Souda could deal with the fiercest of animals, true. But when push came to shove, he was a true blue scaredy cat in the end. So, naturally, Souda did only one thing.

Scream.

  Carly immediately leaping up to his defense as Souda, quite literally, jumped three feet in the air. Scraping to get away from whatever just crawled across his leg and nearly onto his lap.

“T-Tamer of Beasts! F-Forgive me! My intention was not to scare you but to showcase my-”

“GUNDHAM?! What the hell man?! You scared the shit out of me!” The lioness by his side growled, thinking that Gundham was trying to attack him. Souda was barely able to put a reassuring hand on her head to avoid a bloodbath.

“I-I know, and I do apologize for that but-”

“But what? What was so important that you had to give me a heart attack?!” Souda’s still racing heart made him snap. Nearly snarling at the Ultimate Mechanic, every one of his sharp teeth flashing like knives. And, at first, Souda didn’t even feel the tiniest bit sorry.

But then Gundham wilted.

  There was no better word for it. The Super High School Level Mechanic, who had looked so hopeful when trying to explain the situation, now sagged his shoulders and lowered his mismatched eyes.

The literal definition of a kicked puppy.

  Which made Souda feel like dirt. Like the lowest kind of crap imaginable. It made the anger in his veins completely evaporate. It made Souda, himself, cast his own eyes down as Carly tried to lick his hand. But, as he did so, the Ultimate Breeder saw something. Something round and metal. Wait. What that-

Souda picked it up.

  That got Gundham’s attention. Sadness ripping off of him only to be replaced with something like...embarrassment? Souda looked toward the small metal object in his hands. Only to nearly drop it in surprise.

“Its a hamster!”

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Oh Dear Dark Gods.

  The Tamer of Beasts was smiling at it. At the newest edition to his mechanical army. A small, palm sized mechanical hamster. And Souda was smiling at it! Looking at it with that heavenly warmth in his eyes and those magnificent teeth on joyous display. Oh. A truly blessed sight.

One that made even his clockwork heart beat.

“You made this?!”

  Gundham had, in fact, made a mechanical replica of his heart. It lay, deep in his pocket. Ticking and beating softly. It was cold, so unlike the warmth Souda brought to him. So feverish this warmth was!

Gundham tugged his scarf closer.

“Yes, I had wished to grace you with it. But the infernal thing had had slipped through my grasp.” The words left Gundham’s mouth like an exorcised soul. The Ultimate Mechanic too enraptured by the sweet laughter bubbling from Souda’s mouth as his new minion took an immediate liking to its creator’s dear obsession. The feline beast sniffing at the contraption, all previous malice gone.

  The blessed Deva of machinery crawling up from Souda’s temptingly soft palm, up lean, toned arms, to rest against warm shoulders and soft hair. Oh, it was so wonderful. Seeing those two together made his chest tight.

Gundham almost harmfully happy.

“-ham, Gundham? You there man?” Came the Pink-Haired One’s voice, shocking the Overlord of Ice out of the Breeder’s own trance. Oh curse those lusty powers of his!

“Y-Yes? State your purpose once more mortal, the future ruler of this world’s mind is an ever turbulent abyss!”

“...Right. Look, i just wanted to apologize for just now. I just got a little freaked out...and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you…” What was this, Gundham thought, some sort of cruel illusion that would fade any moment now? Because this couldn’t be reality. It was all that Gundham had hoped for. No.

All that and more.

  With Souda eyes cast between them bashfully. Hands fidgeting at his sides without anything to hold. And a warm red haze quickly overtaking the alluring tones of his skin. This, surely, must be too good to be true. But it was. It was true. It was the small, cold beating heart that he longed to give Souda. It was a chance at achieving Gundham’s most dear dreams.

And by the Dark Gods was he going to take it.

“Bwahaha! Do you really think such petty things could ever harm the living weapon that is Gundham Tanaka? Truly, you need to witness more of the man who will one day rule this world Tamer of Beasts Kazuichi Souda!”

Is it strange that I’m a teenage girl but I still quote ‘Cat in the Hat’ in my everyday life.

I mean

It’s just

So damn

quotable

How can people not quote it every single day of their lives?

Are all you Voltron Tumblr stories on AO3?

Unfortunately no, I have had the time to transfer EVERYTHING over there and there’s some things I want to fix on the AO3 side before adding anything to it.But GM and my Shidge Valentines Exchange are on there! (Hope that helps 😅)

If these girls can kick my butt, then they deserve some pretty cool outfits 😘

Lotidge Ship Week: Day 2 - Fight

Sorry guys, but applications are due soon, so Lotidge Ship Week entries might be a little late and have some weird mistakes. :( 

Curse you Princeton! Jk, please read my essays

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“No.”

“You can’t tell me what to do Shiro.” Scowling further, the Green Paladin sent a defiant glare at the Head of Voltron. The latter only crossing his arms as he tried to stare her down.

“I said no Pidge.” There it was again, that blankness to his look that made Pidge’s heart twist uncomfortably. That subtle detachment to her that made the young woman want to sock Shiro across the jaw, take Matt and Green, and book it for the hills.

“And I said I’m going.” Shiro was just about to open his mouth to refute her again, when a third, previously ignored voice broke through their tension.

“I could go with her.” Speak of the Devil. Or, more accurately, of the Galran Prince-turned-unwitting ally.

Prince Lotor.

He stood, leaning against the wall within their little lounge. Looking half-bored and half-frustrated. Oh great, as if Pidge wasn’t at the end of her patience already, Lotor just had to butt in.

“Oh come now Champion, you know as well as I do she’ll be killed on her own.” Lotor’s voice was all but a purr as he, very pointedly, looked over Pidge’s head at Shiro. Glossing over her with those brilliant blue eyes. 

The Black Paladin glaring right back.

“And who’s to say you’ll help her chances?”

“Well, unlike you Champion, I know these ships like the back of my hand. Not to mention the fact I’m just as much as a wanted criminal as you lot.” Pidge tried getting a word it, but the two just kept at it. 

“That’s not worth Pidge’s life.” Ok, that’s it! Pidge wasn’t going to deal with this…weird display of testosterone. She didn’t have time for this! Not right now!

Not when she found a lead on her dad.

So that’s why Pidge jumped up, strode over to Lotor, guns blazing, and grabbed his hand. Forcibly dragging a Galran Prince who was, at the very least, two feet taller than her, up and away from the Black Paladin.

Missing the look of surprise on Lotor’s face.

Shiro, naturally, called after them. But all his half-baked pleas fell on deaf ears. Pidge’s body feeling far, far too hot. A frustrated flush rising to her face and the tips of her ears. So, hand and hand with the Galran Prince, she set a course for their destination.

A Galran transport ship.

Said to hold the usual cargo. Weapons, quintessence, and mechanical supplies. But there was a unique addition to this particular ship. It was said that it was transporting a small group of especially intelligent slaves for some purpose Pidge would rather not think about. Made complete by a boosted security. So yeah.

She might need Lotor’s help.

“Going without your brother? How rebellious~” Ugh, she could practically hear the smirk in his voice. But she didn’t want Matt out there, in danger.

Not after everything he’s been through.

“Sit down and shut up before I make you.” Was all Pidge had the patience to grit out as she and Green left the Castle of Lions.

Familiar sparks dancing up her arm as she allowed herself to sink into the Green Lion’s cockpit. Ok. Ok. Breathe, you can do this. Pidge told herself, trying to calm down before anger made her stupid and reckless. Just breathe.

Breathe.

"Where are we going?" Oh quiznak. Clenching her jaw, Pidge turned her annoyed gaze toward Lotor. The latter raising a single white eyebrow at her. Pidge thought it over as she blocked the commutation Shiro was trying to send her.

"To find my dad." Pidge echoed as she turned back around. Watching as Green streamlined past stars and moons she didn't have the time to revel in.

She could hear the surprise in his voice.

"Your father? He's with the Empire?"

"Unwillingly yes." Pidge didn't even try to keep the bitterness out of her voice. God, look at her. Going around space in a magical giant metal lion with the son of her enemy riding shotgun. Had Pidge not been living that reality, she would've laughed.

Lotor remained silent.

Which was perfectly fine with Pidge. Give her a quiet Galran Prince over a talkative one any day. Because, like this, Pidge could actually think.

About a lot of things.

What was she doing? Disobeying Shiro’s orders? Rushing into the fray? God, she was beginning to act like Keith. But what if her dad was there, on that ship?

What if he wasn’t?

“-aladin! Paladin, I believe were getting close!” It was Lotor’s voice that brought Pidge out of her thoughts. And, with a jolt, she realized he was right. The Galran ship was quickly coming closer and closer into view. Pidge flying into action.

Quickly activating Green’ cloaking ability.

“Your lion has cloaking?” Lotor’s voice was closer, Pidge realized. He was standing behind her, arms braced against her seat. Leaning down to her level. Where, in her peripheral vision, she could see the silvery strands of hair flutter gracefully off his shoulder.

Pidge had half a mind to step on the breaks.

“Yes, so stay inside and wait for me.”

“No.”

The Green Paladin nearly groaned at the immediate sense of deja vu. Setting Green up to follow the transport ship while they climbed off board, Pidge pursed her lips.

Trying to stay calm.

“I didn’t ask you Lotor.” She glared up at him then. His gaze was steady, blue-yellow eyes focused and determined as he gazed at her. But there was something more to that look he gave her. Something that puzzled her.

That made her heartbeat flutter.

But only for a tick.

“And you didn’t ask me before grabbing my hand and jumping ship...Pidge.” With that, the strange look to Lotor’s eyes increased as he turned away to put on his helmet. Leaving Pidge’s mind reeling from…that look.

That soft, soft look.

- - -

But nothing stayed peaceful for long.

Her father wasn’t on the ship. But a Galran Commander was. So between the crushing weight of losing another lead on her father, the frantic efforts to protect the slaves that remained, and staying alive. Pidge was on the edge.

Wanting to throw herself off it.

“I thought you said your father was aboard this ship?!” Came Lotor’s frantic cry as they ducked for cover against a metal crate. Pidge hissed in pain as the cut on her thigh sang with pain. Dammit! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!

This wasn’t supposed to happen!

“I thought he was!” She screamed right back, launching right back into the fray after a moment’s rest. Running low to the ground as shots flew above her. But before the sentries could adjust their aim, Pidge lashed out.

Electrified Bayard swinging toward them.

A quick, jolt of electricity and they fell. Limp limbs of metal and wires on the floor. She could feel Lotor’s gaze on her. Burning her skin even through her armor. Pidge’s clenched fist and grip on her weapon turned near choking.

“You thought? You risked our lives on a mere guess? You fool!”

She turned toward him.

“I never asked you to come with me!” She must’ve looked like a mess, but Pidge couldn’t find it in herself to care. So what if Lotor saw the huge tears streaking down her face? She didn’t care.

Didn’t want to care anymore.

She just wanted her father back. Was that so wrong? Was that so hard for Lotor to understand? Looking at him, Pidge saw that strange, soft look return to his sharp features once more. His mouth parted. As if to say something. Pidge burning against his gaze, humiliated and frustrated.

She didn’t want his pity!

“Pala…Pidge, I-I didn’t mean to-“ Still looking at her, Lotor’s eyes widened. Freezing mid-sentence as he caught sight of something over her shoulder.  

Pidge’s blood running cold.

She turned, but not fast enough. The world grew noisy once more with the sound of gunfire. Pidge bracing herself for the worst.

But the worst never came.

It was Lotor. The enemy everyone was so hesitant about trusting. It was that Galran Prince that tackled her to the side, out of harm’s way.

At his own expense.

“AHHHGH!” Lotor howled, clutching his upper back. Purple skin sizzling from the heat of the blast. Cut into his body savagely. Blood already running down his back in deep, dark maroon rivets.

Drops of it dripping onto her armor. Their collided forms poorly hidden between a wall and another crate. His weight baring down on her smaller body. Silver hair brushing Pridge’s cheek as he loomed above her. Face pinched in pain.  But that soft look remained as he gazed down at her.

“P-Pidge…”

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Soudam Week: Day 2 - Royalty

And yes, this was inspired by that one vine. It more crack than anything, but hopefully it makes you laugh ;)

A quality all good princesses must possess is patience.

But Sonia was running out of that real quick.

  Let’s see if we can explain the situation a little better hm? The Princess of the grand kingdom of Noselic was world renowned for inspirational and calming presence. But, what most people didn’t know, is that he actually had close ties to the infamous vampiric Count Tanaka Gundam, and the feared sea pillaging pirate Souda Kazuichi. Both men who were dear and valued friends to the young princess. If only there was one increasingly...irksome problem.

Souda was in love with Gundham.

  At first he had a rather worrying attachment to Sonia herself, but that sorted itself out with time and many balls that pushed the two together. And now Souda was almost a constant pining, worrying mess. A far cry from the once innovative and thrill-seeking seafarer. She cared for the pirate, she really did, but enough was enough.

“Yes, yes Souda I know that Gundham is very cool, and that you’ve never really thought about him in this was before. But what are you going to about it? With these affections?”

“Wh-What? Me?!” Had Sonia not had proper etiquette and manners drilled into her from a young age, she would’ve smacked the upside of Kazuichi’s head from being so dense at times. Honestly, a princess could only take so mu-

“A-Actually Princess...I-I’ve had this plan in my h-head for quite awhile now…” Oh?

Now Sonia was listening.

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Sonia immediately regretted listening.

  The plan had made sense the first time she heard it, but now, during the execution of it...She suddenly wished she had tuned out Souda that day. Just how was Gundham supposed to fall for this? So pardon her language but...

This was beyond stupid.

  How could she have ever agreed to this? Oh curse the allure of matchmaking! The plan Souda had proposed went like this; Him and his pirate crew would fake her kidnapping, sending a ransom note to Gundham in the hopes that he’d come and save his friend. It was then and there that Souda planned to confess. In theory, it should’ve worked.

In theory.

  But here Sonia was, falsely tied to the main sail post of Souda’s ship the “S.S Hope’s Peak.” Waiting the the supposed “hero” to show up. Sonia’s sharp toothed friend only growing more and more sullen with every passing minute. And, while his pining did push Sonia to her wits end every now and then, he was still a very dear friend to her. So his misery was her misery!

“Just give him a few more minutes Souda, maybe he got...caught up?”

“Humph, yeah ri-“

“HALT FIEND! Prepare to face the ultimate wrath of the Supreme Overlord of Ice, the Great Gundham Tanaka! Tremble in petrified fear mor-Tamer of Automatons?”

  And just as Souda’s depressed grumble left his mouth, Gundham appeared. Galloping gallantly up to the decked battleship on a hellishly ferocious horse. But for all Gundam’s bravado, he was still rendered speechless by the scene.

Not that Sonia could blame him.

  She was tied to a post. Souda had already dropped his sword. Hajime was trying his best to play along even as a nearby seagull tried to peck at his large spike of hair. Nagito was currently torn between helping his boyfriend and wondering if trash like him should even interfere. Akane was asleep on the deck. And who knows where Ibuki was. All and all, it was chaos. So much so that the Novoselic Princess was both surprised and thankful that nothing had caught on fire.

Yet.

  But chaos, as it were, delighted the vampiric count. So it came as no surprise to Sonia when Gundam started laughing hysterically. But it certainly came as a surprise for poor Souda.

“W-Wha? Why are you laughin’?! This is serious!” Had the situation not have been spiraling out of control so rapidly, Sonia would’ve giggled and the bright blush that quickly overtook Souda’s face along with a fussy pout. It was hard work to hold back the urge to take charge of the situation, but the princess restrained herself. No.

She trusted Souda.

“And why, pray tell, is the scene before me so dire?” In a fluroush is his long black cape, Gundham dismounted the massive dark beast. Walking right up the dock were he gazed above him at Souda. With such a look in eyes that Sonia immediately knew that this outlandish plan would both work and was largely unnecessary.

Still, at least it’d be entertaining.

“B-Because I’m taking Miss Sonia away!” Oh...Oh he shouldn’t have said that. All at once any cheerful air that Gundham may have had around him evaporated. The Four Dark Devas of Destruction starting to peak out of their commander’s scarf to see what was all the commotion for. Oh. Oh no…

Jealousy was not a good look on the Overlord of Ice.

“Oh? I had thought that you had broken such a frivolous illusion long ago Sharp Toothed One.” Great, now Gundhan thought that Souda still had feelings for her! Oh this was getting ridiculous! Wriggling her shoulders, Sonia was just about ready to call this whole charade off and just order the two to confess when-

“You’ll never have her!”

“And why is that you pathetic mortal?!”

“Because I love you!”

  Silence. Heart-wrenching, spine-tingling silence. Sonia’s innards twisting at the sight of Souda’s face. Eyes cast down, clinging to the wooden planks in front of him like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His face dyed such a brilliant shade of red that it made that vibrant head of pink hair seem pale. With those dear, intelligent eyes glossing over with embarrassed tears. Desperately, Sonia looked toward to Gundham.

Finding him in a complete state of shock.

  Bandaged arms limp at his sides. Mismatched eyes wide and staring. Jaw hanging open as the sea breeze made his cape and scarf flutter around his frozen body. Sonia darted her green eyes between the two. From tearful Souda to shell shocked Gundham. Just waiting for someone to make the first move.

Surprisingly, it was Souda.

“Well? Y-You can’t even answer me can you?! Dammit! I should’ve-” He was a mess. Raking his hands through his choppy hair as if he wanted to tear it all out. Just the sight of the tears streaming down his face renewed Sonia’s efforts to free herself. To either comfort Souda or smack some sense into Gundham, the princess didn’t quite know.

“N-No! No, Souda I feel the same!”

  And just like that, the tears dried and the hope returned to Souda’s eyes. He stared at Gundham. Strands of pink hair blowing all around his face. Gundam and him locked eyes for a moment before the Count pulled his scarf over his blushing red face. Trying to save face.

“What? You...You really…”

“Ahem, perhaps we should talk about this in private...m-my paramor.” With rabbit fast glances to and away from the pirate, Gundham was able to stutter out a rather smooth invitation.

Sonia had to give him props for that.

“Really? R-Right now?”

“Hmph! The Great Gundham Tanaka does not misspeak Tamer of Automatons! Now, come join the future ruler of this word on his hellish crusade as the One Who Shares My Path!” By now Gundham’s old confidence had returned, along with Souda’s blinding smile. As his grand laughter filled the air, Souda prompty lept off the boat and into Gundam’s arms. Just as Nagito finally freed Hajime from the seagull’s wrath and Akane woke up. But Sonia, herself, was still tied to the post and Ibuki was-

“Now I’ve...had the time of life! No, I’ve never felt this way before...Yes, I swear its the truth and I owe it all to you!”

Oh no.

  Why couldn’t Ibuki had just stayed away? Oh God, and now she was butchering that one song from Dirty Dancing! And Sonia loved that movie! But, astonishingly, Souda and Gundham were too wrapped up in one another to be ever the slightest bit affected by the musician's screeching, screamo version of a romantic classic. What with Gundham delicatly setting Souda down on that wild black horse.

Before the two rode off into the sunset.

“ ‘Cuase I’ve had the time of my life! And I owe it all to you!”

Leaving Sonia behind.

Still tied to the ship.

With a singing Ibuki.

…

Well shit.

Svidge Week - Day 1: Soulmates + Angst

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“Its an alternate reality!”

He couldn’t breathe. How could he? This…small woman before had nearly killed him.

This small woman from his dreams.

Believe him, he knows it sounds crazy, but its true. Sven was born at an Altean rehab center. Meant to house potential ‘workers’ for the Altean Empire. He lived there with his parents until he was 13. His life there had been restrictive and monitored, but he had his family.

He had been happy.

Before his mild-mannered parents were killed for being ‘physically inferior’ and a ‘long-term unreliability’. After that…Sven had nothing.

And then the dreams started.

Blurry and unfocused at first, the dreams were all Sven could cling to. But they were enough.

She was enough.

The dreams seemed to be from another life altogether. Another life more peaceful and wonderful than the only one Sven has ever known. This woman in green had been different though.

Happier.

In Sven’s dreams they had lived somewhere wonderful. With green, lush grass and the sun bright and warm. So much unlike his life before joining arms with the Guns. It had been a simpler life. Where the pair of them had lived side by side. Grew up together.

But in the dreams she had always been smiling. Usually at him. Other times at inventions her nimble fingers often crafted in her spare time. Brilliant in every way. Her expression so carefree and sparkling, Sven could hardly bare to look at her. Sven used to…used to think that they might’ve been together.

Been in love.

Even now, if Sven thought about it, he could almost smell the scent of her hair from that long ago life. Or the feel of her hands, small and callous from typing, around his own. Even the look of her lips, soft and pink, had Sven’s own almost moving in a phantom memory. Memories.

The only thing Sven could cling to.

He had joined the Guns of Gamora with the hope of avenging his parents and the…very fragile hope of meeting the beautiful girl with the golden eyes. And whose to say he couldn’t? Anything was possible.

Right?

Sven had wanted to find that beautiful girl from his dreams and ask her why he couldn’t get her out of his head. Why she haunted him in such a lovely way. Both in that other life and in this one. Memories of her clinging to him like a drug, a ghost. Could they…?

Could they come together once more?

But no, the look in her eyes proved otherwise. The small woman in green before him may have those same burning, brilliant gold eyes. Those same warm, soft strands of hair around her face. Those same sparkling little freckles all over her skin like kisses. This small woman that had nearly taken his head off, may look like his dear love from another life.

But she wasn’t.