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future reincarnation au
May. 23rd, 2018 08:07 pmIf you'd asked him why he'd decided to sneak onto Quill's ship and take one of the trinkets lining up the dashboard, Vasquez would be hard-pressed to give any answer outside of, 'because people said it couldn't be done', and maybe he's been an outlaw and a thief long enough to want to prove people wrong. Maybe, also, he's got a bit of a respectable admiration for the things he's heard Quill is responsible for and so getting his hands on something of his had been a goal of his.
Lucky for him, the in and out of the ship is a quick thing, and Vasquez pockets the little trinket with no one the wiser, having to convince himself not to take anything else while he's there. Whatever admiration he has for Quill (and there's reasons he swears he can't put his finger on, but they're there), he can't be too obvious. So he pockets the trinket and he moves on to the next solar system.
Vasquez finds himself the dirtiest, most awful bar, where no one will care about an outlaw drinking amongst them because they're just as crooked. Only when he's deep in his cups does he pull out the strange little trinket, an old-world Earthen cowboy figurine that he's been drawn to. Maybe it's because Vasquez likes the fashion and tries to emulate it.
Maybe it's because he has dreams about the West.
Or maybe it's just because it'd been the first thing he saw. No matter, all that he cares about now is the fact that he's gotten away with it (or so he thinks, but right now, at this point, with a little more ale burning his throat, he hasn't got any reason to think he's a failure).
That time? It will come later.
Lucky for him, the in and out of the ship is a quick thing, and Vasquez pockets the little trinket with no one the wiser, having to convince himself not to take anything else while he's there. Whatever admiration he has for Quill (and there's reasons he swears he can't put his finger on, but they're there), he can't be too obvious. So he pockets the trinket and he moves on to the next solar system.
Vasquez finds himself the dirtiest, most awful bar, where no one will care about an outlaw drinking amongst them because they're just as crooked. Only when he's deep in his cups does he pull out the strange little trinket, an old-world Earthen cowboy figurine that he's been drawn to. Maybe it's because Vasquez likes the fashion and tries to emulate it.
Maybe it's because he has dreams about the West.
Or maybe it's just because it'd been the first thing he saw. No matter, all that he cares about now is the fact that he's gotten away with it (or so he thinks, but right now, at this point, with a little more ale burning his throat, he hasn't got any reason to think he's a failure).
That time? It will come later.
