It's as if the last three thousand years never happened, because here they are, sitting in the Domo, high above the valley of Babylon. Babylon has always been one of Isis' favorite places on Earth and one of the only places she feels justified in calling home. Nevertheless, it feels strange, being here again. Maybe it's because the last time the Eternals were all here together, they were a family in every sense of the word. Now, they are separated by the five hundred years that they all spent apart and by an overwhelming feeling of uncertainty towards their collective future. Maybe it's just hard to believe that they might never be that same family ever again.
Isis rummages through the dusty artifacts scattered around the ship. In the background, Phastos tinkers away on the unimind.
"So... the unimind," Druig says from behind her shoulder.
"The unimind..." she repeats back to him. "Are you ready?"
"I guess we'll find out, won't we?" He nudges her shoulder. His intention is to make her smile, but she only gives him a worried frown. Sensing her anxiety, he puts his hands on her shoulders and reassures her: "Don't worry. I got this."
The look in her eyes tells him that she's going to worry anyway, so he tries to change the subject instead. "What's that you're looking through?"
"This?" she turns around and starts to close all the battered journals laying open on the tabletop. "It's nothing. Just my notes about our time in Greece."
"Why the rush to put them away?" he asks, clearly very interested now. He tries to open one up again.
"It's really nothing — " she instinctively pushes his hand away in a not-so-suspicious-whatsoever way.
"If you say so..." He pretends to lose interest, but as soon as she lets her guard down, he snatches a book for himself and quickly walks away. He settles down in a golden throne that they'd collected from their stint in Rome and begins to leaf through the pages.
"Druig!" She tries to grab it back from him, but he easily uses one arm to hold her back while his other arm tauntingly holds the book out in the opposite direction.
She gives him a desperately disapproving look, but he only finds it amusing — adorable even.
"Let's take a look, shall we?"
His fingers skim through the pages; it's mostly just her notes of Greece like she said, but he stops when he finds a series of pages in the middle filled with drawings — drawings of him.
"Is this what you're trying to hide from me?" He flips the open book around to show her.
She immediately grabs it back from him. "I wanted to learn how to draw, okay? And I needed something to draw, and you happened to be... around."
"It looks like I happened to be around a lot," he comments with a smirk.
He takes her wrist and pulls her closer until she stands between his knees. She looks down at him with a smile she's trying to hide; meanwhile, he beams up at her from the throne where he sits. She knows that she can't ever stay bothered by him, especially not when he looks at her like that.
"Are you sure that you spent a century apart?" Sprite interjects with a scowl. She stands off to the side, judgmental looks and all. "You make it seems like you wouldn't even survive a single day away from each other."
Isis and Druig exchange a look; Druig smiles.
"Like, what about that time in the middle ages when we had to split up for a month," Sprite drones on. "Druig could not make it any more obvious how much he'd rather been on your team instead of ours. Like, sorry we couldn't be as interesting to you as Isis."
Druig just shrugs. "I'll admit that that was not the most exciting month of my existence, but can you blame me?" He looks back at Isis with that torturously handsome smile of his.
Her heart races, and her mind races, too — there's a lot on it when it comes to Druig. Not that that's never been the case before, but the past 48 hours has been a mess in her head. So many thoughts and none of them are really even lucid. Yet, somewhere in that mess is a part of her that wants to tell him that 97 years was enough. That Sprite is right and that she really doesn't think she could stand even another day apart from him. That if she has an eternity, then she wants him to be a part of it — all of it. But that's the thing – does she even have an eternity? She thinks maybe then it's not worth telling him anything, with the world ending and all.
But then she looks at him again, and he's still looking back at her with that charming smile of his. Finally, she opens her mouth, ready to let her every thought about him spill out. Except, she's interrupted when Ikaris storms into the room, destroying Phastos' work on the unimind along with any trust that they ever had in him.
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somewhere in time {Druig}
Фанфик'It's beautiful, isn't it?' she says. 'It is,' he answers. She's looking at the sky, but he's thinking about her. OC x Druig (Marvel's Eternals)
