" when can i meet your parents ? "
" do you want to die ? "
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a cup of blonde thunder, a jug of
black mischief and a sprinkle of
silvery death . if only one could
turn back time and change the
recipe.
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O N E A S G A R D I A N I N V I T A T I O N
"Another one?" The green woman hollers across the combat ring. A blue spark and white glow rustle about in the ring as the woman picked up a recognisable letter laying upon a duffle bag of the white glow's weapons. "May I read it?"
The blue spark knocks the glow into the dirt. The future queen got to her feet instantly and shook off the dirt that tainted her clothes. "It's the same, as always." The blonde rolls her shoulders to warm up before performing an attack against her blue stepsister.
As Gamora's sisters scuffled about in the combat ring, she took the letter into her hands. Her finger rubbed over the hardened wax mould that hadn't even been ripped from the envelope. The signature symbol of Valyriate's Queen made Gamora smile. Sticking her nail under the wax, pushing it up as the wax broke seeped under the nail. Gamora pulled out the letter and paced the fancy envelope back on the duffel bag.
Nebula has sneakily used the butt of her fake sword and gutted Omisha, making her topple over winded. "That's twice now; why are you distracted?" Nebula dropped the weapon to her side as her head cocked to the side to find Omisha's face.
Gamora shot up her hand with the letter and waved it. "It's this, again." Nebula sighed, annoyed, at Omisha, for letting the letter unsettle her. "Anything different from the others?" Gamora shakes her head no, indicating that the content inside the letter was asking the same thing they had been asking of Omisha for the past few years. "Okay, what wax symbol was it? Theirs or Valyriate?"
Nebula has strides over to Gamora, who gave the blue woman the opened envelope. "Valyriate," Omisha calls out dimly, clearly unfazed by the fact her mother had sent the letter.
Nebula laughs to herself as she hands over the envelope to Omisha, who'd slowly made her way to her sisters. "You need to tell your mother to stop opening your mail — "
"And sending it here, in her fancy personal envelopes." The envelopes were really exquisite pieces of paper. It had some sort of Valyriaten metal specialised incorporated into its fibres to make it look elegant.
"I've tried." Omisha flings the Valyriate envelop back onto her duffle bag. "Thanos will only accept Valyriaten forms of communication. Everything else gets thrown into a bin that's obliterated by fire, so my Queen disguises the other realms' messages to me Valyriaten envelops, you guys know that."
