[ Despite himself, Peter was really starting to like Maya.
She was scary as hell, to be sure. Occasionally he had the feeling that if it weren't for their contract, she would be sorely tempted to light him on fire with her brain after a few particular smartass comments; and occasionally for Peter, the old Ravager-ingrained paranoia regarding her magical nature bubbled up to the surface, and he'd be overly wary of her.
But she had a surprisingly dry sense of humor (and it still surprised him even now, that a scary demon magic lady would be capable of making a joke), and there were times that she was-- strangely innocent, if he surprised her with some innocuous "human ritual" (as she called it), like holding open a door for her, or if he minded his pleases and thank yous with her. Apparently her last contractee hadn't offered her the same simple courtesy.
After a couple weeks, they hadn't encountered any more trouble since the first night with the Ravager scouts; and though Maya hadn't pressed him on it, Peter still wasn't sure how it was that he wanted to go about taking the rest of them out. The most obvious course of action would be to head back to the headquarters and strike in the middle of the night, but even with Maya's abilities, they'd be largely out-manned and outgunned. And he still wasn't convinced, despite Maya's insistence, that he had any magical abilities of his own.
And he was running out of time, too, before Maya would start taking time off his life. Not that he was particularly worried about it; he had resolved himself to a short lifespan a long time ago. Still, it'd be nice to use his free period and dismiss her before payment was due; and even then, he felt a weird reluctance to do so, as well. He found himself wondering if she might stick around, even if they terminated the contract. He hoped she would, at least for a bit -- and he would immediately feel stupid for thinking that. Sentimental. Of course she wouldn't stick around.
Currently it's midday, and they've stopped off in a small town for supplies; and for the past several hours, Peter's felt an itch at the back of his neck.
He takes in a slow breath as he tucks away his newly bought supplies. Once he exhales softly, he glances over at her. ]
~~magical girl Star-Lord AU~~
She was scary as hell, to be sure. Occasionally he had the feeling that if it weren't for their contract, she would be sorely tempted to light him on fire with her brain after a few particular smartass comments; and occasionally for Peter, the old Ravager-ingrained paranoia regarding her magical nature bubbled up to the surface, and he'd be overly wary of her.
But she had a surprisingly dry sense of humor (and it still surprised him even now, that a scary demon magic lady would be capable of making a joke), and there were times that she was-- strangely innocent, if he surprised her with some innocuous "human ritual" (as she called it), like holding open a door for her, or if he minded his pleases and thank yous with her. Apparently her last contractee hadn't offered her the same simple courtesy.
After a couple weeks, they hadn't encountered any more trouble since the first night with the Ravager scouts; and though Maya hadn't pressed him on it, Peter still wasn't sure how it was that he wanted to go about taking the rest of them out. The most obvious course of action would be to head back to the headquarters and strike in the middle of the night, but even with Maya's abilities, they'd be largely out-manned and outgunned. And he still wasn't convinced, despite Maya's insistence, that he had any magical abilities of his own.
And he was running out of time, too, before Maya would start taking time off his life. Not that he was particularly worried about it; he had resolved himself to a short lifespan a long time ago. Still, it'd be nice to use his free period and dismiss her before payment was due; and even then, he felt a weird reluctance to do so, as well. He found himself wondering if she might stick around, even if they terminated the contract. He hoped she would, at least for a bit -- and he would immediately feel stupid for thinking that. Sentimental. Of course she wouldn't stick around.
Currently it's midday, and they've stopped off in a small town for supplies; and for the past several hours, Peter's felt an itch at the back of his neck.
He takes in a slow breath as he tucks away his newly bought supplies. Once he exhales softly, he glances over at her. ]
We're being followed, aren't we?