[Blaine did not react well to the attack that first night. His mind kept getting assaulted by images that blurred between memories and what he was witnessing. Eventually he had found a quiet place to hole up and pull himself together. A fitful sleep later, Blaine was still feeling shaken but with a fierce determination. He knew, or felt he knew, what these things were.
He let himself into the butcher shop, an idea forming in his mind. But first, a text needed to be sent, directed to Peter Quill]
Blaine DeBeers | 20th | closed to Peter Quill
He let himself into the butcher shop, an idea forming in his mind. But first, a text needed to be sent, directed to Peter Quill]
Let me hear from you, brother.