wow that was an amazing movie and it fucked me up I have so many emotions
let's go down the list of Immortal Family Angst
1. The Immortal Family Angst: First off, the 7000-year-old gods were gorgeous and powerful and petty and human, which is everything I could’ve asked for in a Mythological Deities movie. They’ve definitely got that Greek Mythology Olympians vibe with their differing fields of expertise (what they were made for + what they came to embody over the centuries), but I guess what makes them more or less fucked up than Greek gods is their unquestionable love for each other. Isn’t that such a curse and a blessing?
2. The physical disability representation from Makkari: When she spoke, everyone automatically fell silent, and not once in the film was her disability a hindrance to her. Why? Because her 7000-year-old family members accommodated her needs, which isn’t that impossible to do. (Headcanon: her machine body might’ve been built with deaf ears because constantly breaking the sound barrier might be disastrous to the eardrums, maybe. Also I love her combat style, speed is deadly.)
3. The mental disability representation from Thena: This was done so well, with Ajak continuously reminding her, “You are loved,” with the others supporting her in not wanting to give up who she is, with Gilgamesh agreeing to keep her company through the years and constantly being there to remind her that just because she can’t fight the same way she used to doesn’t mean she is less loved.
Mental illness can become more difficult to deal with when one experiences the loss of a loved one. Thena's character arc showed that though Gilgamesh was gone, the progress she had made and the determination to stay with her recovery did not become null. Sometimes remembering the love that was given to you is the reminder you need to continue to accept yourself, illness and all. (That cave battle metaphor for mental illness was on point. The Deviant was doomed the moment he quoted Gilgamesh without truly understanding the humanity he'd stolen from him.)
4. Phastos’s loving family representation: How about this disillusioned god of inventions, who saw all the bad that humanity could do and also rediscovered the good that humanity could offer? He’s a gay black man who’s got a happy, loving relationship with his handsome husband and his beautiful son. Wow did I love seeing this on the big screen. (Also his combat scenes? What a badass.)
5. Ajak, Ikaris, Gilgamesh, and fate: Let’s talk about these three. In a way, Ajak and Ikaris’s endings were almost fated due to the choices they made. Ajak could’ve chosen to stand her ground sooner, or could’ve not burdened her favorite child with the heaviest weight she carried. Ikaris could’ve chosen to accept the change of plans and reassessed his faith earlier. But neither of them could shake off the responsibility they were indoctrinated into that easily. Ajak’s favor of Ikaris might’ve doomed them both, but how could a mother love her son and not give him a chance to prepare for the approaching end? Could she have truly avoided raising him in the spitting image of herself? The loneliness she must have felt, with her burden. A Shakespearean tragedy, in the flesh.
In contrast, Gilgamesh did nothing to deserve his fate. Where Ajak was the Mind, Gilgamesh was obviously the Heart. He’s the one who volunteers to dedicate his life to helping Thena live hers. Without Gilgamesh, Ikaris would’ve died in the Amazon forest. He’s the protector, readily sharing comforting words and good food, as well as a badass fist. You could say he’s the purest embodiment of who an Eternal is. It makes me feel some type of thing, knowing that the tale of Gilgamesh is the first human epic we have a remaining record of, and it’s the story of a man who grew into a good, compassionate king and met a very human death. (Interesting how the Deviant became so human-like after absorbing Gilgamesh’s essence.)
Ajak, Ikaris, and Gilgamesh, despite their godly power, are not named after gods. They are named after mortal heroes (Ajax and Icarus from Greek mythology, Gilgamesh from ancient Mesopotamian mythology). Like their namesakes, it was not their power that defined who they were, and for them were reserved the most human ends.
6. Ikaris, Sprite, and immortality: They really came for my throat with the Peter Pan and Tinkerbell reference. Eternal youth isn't all that great, especially for Sprite or Ikaris. Peter Pan killed his mother because he couldn't bear to break out of his old way of life. He was unwilling to grow up. In contrast, Sprite wants more than anything else to be able to grow up, but is held in stagnation against her will. But in the end, when Peter Pan is gone and Wendy Darling is the new immortal leader of Neverland, Tinkerbell chooses what Wendy Darling had and leaves her old self behind. She changes.
(In the beginning of the movie, the title Eternals sounds grand and impressive. But near the end of the movie, when Ikaris talks about eternity with Sersi, the name no longer sounds glorious. Eternity sounds like a curse.)
7. Kingo and his faith: Take notes, Ikaris, this is how not to wage a holy war in the name of your faith. Kingo did leave Sprite to loneliness to pursue his love of movies, but at his core, his first and foremost love is for his family. (Something about Fighter Classes and how they throw themselves into danger for the other robot deities does something to my heart.) Despite his love for humanity, he cannot compromise his beliefs. That does not mean he is willing to harm others for that faith, because that is not what faith should be for. (Looking at you, Ikaris.)
8. Druig and his burned-out love: What a way to deal with a morally gray mind-controlling god, whose only wish was for humans to stop fighting and live companionably together. Here’s this deeply tired, flawed person who was unable to lose his empathy, however hard he may have wanted to. He was willing to shoulder the blame for preventing a Celestial’s birth if it meant sparing Sersi the weight, and I think that might be the essence of his character.
9. Sersi and her destructive creation: Finally, we come to the sorceress of myth (named after Circe from Greek mythology). Sersi is the most loving, kind-hearted person, but the power of creation she wields is the most destructive force of all. She shares the same characteristic with Celestials. This movie seems to be saying, ‘look hard at miraculous acts of creation, and make sure you know what the price of that creation is’.
"It is the most natural thing in the world to want to protect the one you love," said Gilgamesh. Sersi did so, and so did Ikaris. What a shame that it was such a struggle for Ikaris to do the most natural thing in the world. What a shame that Sersi's heart made a choice that would weigh her down with enormous guilt and terrible repercussions. It should not be so terrible to want to protect, and yet.
(Maybe it’s the way these robot deities were programmed, but every one of these people seem to have an instinctive love for humans and their world. That includes Ikaris, who took one last look back at the beautiful planet he had loved for several millennia, before flying into his destruction. If he had listened to love more than duty, things might be different. But then he wouldn’t be Ikaris. Again, Shakespearean.)
10. Celestials and their birth: What if all Celestials who were brought forth into the world by Eternals are a little in love with them, from that first mind-meld at the beginning of their life? What if Tiamut, while connecting with these tiny implements of birth and creation, saw their sorrow for the destruction of a beloved planet and chose—with a newborn deity's own free will—to make the sacrifice for these grieving, loving robots? (Why the continuous cycle of rebirth for this specific group of robots? Can this expression of sentiment be explained in any other way than love? Arishem may not be aware how much his tools are loved.)
(Also I can't believe the eventual death of the universe, which is highly likely considering the actual science of everything, can be explained mythologically as Star-Forgers who grew too compassionate for the products of their creations and chose a slow and certain death over a hard-reset cycle. What a story.)
(If you think of the planet as the mother and the Celestial as the child, the movie is a pro-abortion metaphor. Of course mothers have a right to abortion if the pregnancy is life-threatening. The potential for new life cannot outweigh the free choice of who is already here. It's a question of seeing humans as mere implements of procreation or as actualized individuals with vibrant lives.)
11. Love can take many forms: Safe, sane, and consensual sex is a perfectly natural activity for humans in love. Cohabitation of platonic life partners is also a perfectly natural manifestation of love. Familial love is a wonderful thing when shared with the right people. Kissing is a beautiful affirmation of love, but it is not a requirement for two people to share a special connection together. The forehead touches in this movie made me scream internally. (Druig and Makkari own my soul, by the way. I don’t entirely understand how this happened. My heart I’ve given to Gilgamesh and Thena. Sersi can have my everything else.)
12. Found Family Dynamics: This actually wrecked me. The way Sersi and Ikaris acted in Phastos’s home, like they felt comfortable to be there, in that house and in that company. The way Ajak loved and cared for her children, and how she tried her hardest to do right by them despite knowing she was merely a tool. The way Druig, Makkari, and Phastos shared a couch. The way everyone laughed around Gilgamesh’s dinner table. The way Sprite told a story. The way Kingo said the word “family.” The way they waited for Thena to wake up. Just, so much about them. (I might need some AU fics to mend the hole they left in me.)
13. The Good Humans: Shout-out to Dane, Karun, Phastos’s family, and the other good humans I’m probably forgetting. Congratulations, your decency and kindness prompted a group of robot deities to fight for your continued survival. Keep being the good parts of humanity.
Conclusion: This is the best multi-character movie I have seen in my life. I became so intensely enamored with all of the individual characters, it was unreal. THIS is how you do a multi-character movie. What a masterpiece.
Summary: Thousands of years after going your separate ways, Druig shows up at your apartment with his signature smirk and some bad news. You find yourself falling in love with him all over again…or maybe you never fell out of love.
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“Druig! Druig wait!”
You felt your face get hotter as you rushed down the steps of the Aztec pyramid, closer to the raging fire plaguing the town, and closer to Druig. Smoke from burning buildings and burning bodies filled your lungs, and you had to fight for every breath you took. When you reached the last stair, you tripped over your feet, stumbling forward and into Druig’s back.
He whipped around, eyes glazed over and clouded as his powers worked their inexplicable magic.
“You’re just gonna leave like that?” You snapped, adjusting your dark red suit. Your eyes bored into his own, fiercely glaring at him. But it was helpless- when he used his powers, his eyes, the tether to all his compassion and empathy, vanished. You knew it came from a place of love, of wanting to protect the humans from themselves. But he was losing himself along the way.
“You heard what happened, they don’t want me there,” he asserted, tilting his head sardonically. “How dare I question the authority of our great leader Arishem?”
“That’s not true,” you told him. “Ikaris is stoic, cold even. But everybody else… you’re our family, Druig. They love you, I love you.”
You could see the white in his eyes flicker and his deep brown eyes shine through. He dropped his head down to the ground and clenched his jaw tightly, as if he were conflicted.
“My beautiful, beautiful [Y/N]…” he started.
Why does he sound like he’s about to say goodbye.
He lifted his head, brown eyes completely on display now, and softly smiled at you. It was infectious, and soon you felt your own lips quirking upwards to mirror his. He cupped your face in his palms and ran his calloused thumb over your cheek before pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.
“You always see the good in me,” he continued, sighing. “But you belong here, with Ajak, my darling. I know where your heart lies-“
“It lies with you-“
“It lies with your duties, your morals. That’s something I’ve always admired about you,” he told you firmly.
“I feel the same about you,” you said, voice cracking as a lump grew in your throat.
“Then you know now our paths go in two different directions.”
His expression was unreadable. You swore you could see tears in his eyes, but knew he would never let them fall. He considered himself too strong for that. Instead, he pressed his forehead against yours and took the sight of you in one more time.
“This isn’t goodbye, not permanently,” you told him, locking eyes. “I’ll see you again, I will.”
He shot you his signature smirk that never failed to melt your heart, his sad eyes now filling with mischief.
“Then I look forward to that day, my darling.”
The Brooklyn chill ran up your spine as you rushed down the block to your apartment. You quickly greeted your doorman before racing up the stairs onto your floor, stumbling with the keys in your hand. A sight of relief left your lips as you opened your front door and basked in the warmth of your heated apartment.
“Finally,” you mumbled, dropping your bag onto the floor, slipping your jacket off onto your dining table chair and letting out a tired sigh. You flicked the light switch on and turned to head towards the couch when you noticed a dark figure sitting there. Your squeal echoed around the studio as you clutched your heart at the unexpected scare.
“What the fuck, Druig!”
The man broke into maniacal cackles at your reaction, falling over on the cushion and holding his stomach.
“That was not funny!” You scolded, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing. “I haven’t seen you in centuries and this is what I get?”
He rolled his eyes at your theatrics before pulling himself off the couch and towards you. You noticed he had something in his hands, but that he was hiding it behind his back so you couldn’t see it.
“What is that?” You asked him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“Well, my darling, I was looking around your place and couldn’t help but notice this emerald tablet,” he told you, smirking and pulling it out from behind him. “And here I thought you never got it.”
You tried to snatch it out of his hand, but he was too quick, maneuvering it out of your reach. He took your movement as an excuse to inch closer to you, until you were nearly nose to nose. You could practically smell the worn leather of his jacket.
“My beautiful, beautiful [Y/N], did you miss me?” He whispered seductively. You could feel his breath on your face.
“You wish,” you teased, smiling at him. “But… and not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here?”
His flirtatious smile dropped immediately, as if his heart had just split open for everyone to see.
“Druig?” You questioned softly, concern lacing your tone.
“Ajak is dead,” he spoke clearly. “The deviants are back.”
His voice may have been firm, but the look in his eyes betrayed him, displaying a deep grief and sadness you’d never seen him have before.
Your eyes widened, surely filled with the same pain, but the shock was too great for them to fill up with years just yet.
“No. That’s not possible,” you said, breaths quickening at an alarming pace. “I just talked to her a week ago. I mean it wasn’t really a full conversation, she texts like a grandma, but she can’t…she can’t be dead.”
“I’m so sorry, my love,” he whispered, his voice raspy and hoarse as he held you close. “But you have to come with us. The team is outside…they thought it would be best if I broke the news. After you, we’re headed to the Domo to find Makkari.”
It wasn’t until you felt salt on your lips that you realized you were crying. And it wasn’t until you felt the roughness of Druig’s fingertips that you realized he was wiping them away for you. You pressed your forehead into his, almost cuddling him, and sniffled.
“Sorry,” you whispered, voice breaking.
“No need to be. Take your time, those assholes can wait.”
You chuckled and leaned further into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and snuggling into his chest. You felt him nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin.
“I love you too,” you heard.
“W-What?” You stuttered, pulling away from his embrace slightly. He was no longer smirking, his mouth now stretched out in the most beautiful and genuine smile you’d ever seen him wear.
“You said it to me, back in Tenochtitlan. I never said it back,” he explained. “I’ve been thinking about that moment for 2,000 years, my darling [Y/N]. But I do. I love you so much.”
“I love you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
With each profession of your love, you left a kiss on any area of his face you could reach- his cheek, nose, forehead, chin. Finally, you stopped right in front of his lips, eyes flickering to his to see if it was okay. Before you could react, he surged forward, capturing your lips with his own. He was a passionate man, and his kisses were no different. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, not allowing for any space between your bodies. All you could think about is how you wanted to feel his warm body pressed up against you for the rest of your eternal life.
Your arms snaked around his shoulders, fingers entangling with his soft, dark hair and pulling on it gently. He groaned into the kiss, lips sliding possessively over yours. It was like a secret language only the two of you knew. Your native tongues.
You both pulled away from each other once all the air had escaped your lungs, causing heavy panting between your smiles.
“What do you say, beautiful? Want to go kill Deviants together?” He asked, lifting his eyebrows playfully.
okay but can we talk about how tender and beautiful this was. how full of love and familiarity it was. the look in their eyes. the comfort they find in each other. im sorry, no marvel couple has ever come CLOSE. this is everything I wanted and so so much more.
Look at this! Zaf remembered she has a writing blog! Nice. Anyway, enjoy this little something I did because I love Ajak 💙💛
"Do we have souls?"
The question had taken Ajak by surprise. She knew why Sersi had asked her that, after all, watching humans find their soul mates had become the eternal youth's favorite pastime ever since those damn marks started appearing.
It was something completely out of their control, and even Arishem had no answers for her when she asked. Humans simply woke up one day to realize that they had marks on their bodies, where their soul mates were supposed to touch them when they met.
Arishem had said that they shouldn't worry about something so silly and concentrate on the mission. Ikaris had agreed, but Ajak…Ajak was terrified.
"Yes, Sersi" she smiled kindly "we have souls, just different from theirs"
The girl took a moment to think about it, nodding when she agreed with the answer. The prime eternal silently thanked her for no more questions, as she could feel Ikaris' penetrating gaze on her back.
Ajak dismissed the girl gently but quickly, bringing her hands to her chest for a moment, almost protectively. Ikaris waited until Sersi was gone before coming closer.
"You shouldn't lie to her like that" he said bluntly.
"I didn't lie"
"You didn’t?" he raised an eyebrow "you know as well as I do the reason she asked"
The woman didn't answer, she just nodded. She knew that Sersi hoped that a mark like that would appear on her body as well. She also knew that Ikaris' annoyance stemmed from fear that this was the case and he might lose her. But that wasn't Ajak's business.
"Don't fill her head with false stories" he said
"I didn't lie" she said again, walking away from there.
She could feel the man's gaze burning her back, but she kept her steady pace, refusing to show any sign of weakness in front of him. It didn't matter how much her hands trembled on her chest.
"Leave her alone!"
Ajak gasped and sat bolt upright on her bed. Her room was completely dark and she could not perceive any call from Arishem. So it had been another nightmare. Great. It was the third that week.
She couldn't even tell when she'd started dreaming about that voice (hell, she didn't even know if she should be dreaming in the first place), she only knew that she'd been waking up after hearing a voice calling for help, a direct blow to the front and a huge empty in her chest for too long. She had to do something.
"I need to get out of here" she mumbled.
She scrambled to her feet and tried not to look too much at the black mark on her chest. This was the reason why she had not lied to Sersi, the reason why she was growing increasingly uncomfortable with Ikaris' comments about human markings.
She didn't know how, or why, but one night, just a few months after the legend of soul mates had begun to emerge, Ajak awoke to find that she herself had one of those marks, a black spot on her chest.
She tried to understand it, she tried to get rid of it with the magic that the celestials granted her and that she rarely used, but nothing had worked, the black stain was still there, tattooed on her skin. And she had been afraid. She was terrified of what that meant, what others might think of her, but more than anything, she was terrified of endangering whoever she was attached to.
"I don't know who you are" she murmured, placing a hand on her chest "but you're better off away from me."
You ran as fast as you could, no matter how much your legs ached or how your chest burned from running for hours with almost no rest. You had to get out of there.
"First dead before going back there" you thought, forcing yourself to keep going.
You had no idea what you had done to deserve this, but you hated the mark on your face with everything you were. Ever since it had appeared on your 18th birthday, it had only brought trouble after trouble.
Your father had always had plans to sell you to the highest bidder, no matter who it was, if you wanted to or how they treated you, he only cared about the dowry he could get from them. But then that mark had appeared, and his plans had taken certain turns.
He no longer just had to find a good dowry, now he also had to find someone who could erase the mark on your face. Of course, he couldn't think of a better way than to let all the suitors punch you in the face, to see if any of their fists matched the mark on your cheek. It was humiliating, painful, and you were fed up, so you ran away.
It wasn't difficult to untie the ropes from your feet and hands, nor was it hard to get out of the tent. The hard part was outwitting the dogs that guarded your father's camp. Nasty little beasts. It didn't take them long after they noticed your absence to find your trail and it had been a life and death race ever since because you knew your father would have no mercy on you and even if he didn't kill you, what he would allow his men to do with you was much worse.
"Why can't I have a good thing for once?!" you thought angrily
Just for once, you would like someone to defend you, to see you more than as a prize, for someone to realize that you were a person. That someone really loved you.
"Why don't you do something useful and send me my other half, mark of the devil?!"
You heard the dogs getting closer and closer and you tried to pick up your pace, but you were too exhausted, you had to stop, you needed to breathe. But you couldn't, if you stopped, it would all end.
Tears flooded your eyes. You felt helpless, angry, and scared. You weren't even paying attention to where you were going or what was happening around you. You just had to keep going.
Ajak blinked as a hard blow landed on her chest. The impact sent her back a little, but she managed to keep her balance, and her arms instinctively wrapped around whatever she had collided with. Or rather, whoever.
You grunted a little and blinked rapidly, trying to place where you had hit yourself. Your face didn't hurt, so it must have been something soft. You blushed deeply to see that you had, in fact, landed on another woman's chest.
"Are you okay?" Ajak asked, immediately becoming concerned upon seeing your state.
You had the soles of your feet mangled, lots of bruises and scratches, sweat covered your body, your hair was terribly disheveled, and your chest heaved up and down (she scolded herself internally for staring).
"Help me" you said, holding on to her.
Your voice resounded strongly in the ears of the eternal. She knew it, it was the voice that had been in her dreams for Arishem knew how long. She immediately looked down, gasping as the mark on her chest, barely visible by the neckline of her dress, began to fade.
Unfortunately, she didn't have time to process everything when the barking of dogs sounded right behind you and you returned to your survival state, not noticing that the mark on your face also disappeared.
The woman moved almost automatically when she saw the dogs appear, followed by several men. Instinctively she pulled you behind her, shielding you with her body and trying not to tremble at the feel of your warm breath on her neck as you clung to her.
"Leave her alone!" she said, echoing her own phrase from her dream
Some of the men across from her laughed, no doubt dismissing her because she was a female, but more seemed to recognize her (or at least one of her many legends. All the Eternals had inspired much of the human mythologies) and backed off a bit.
"The girl is mine" said an old man, smirking "my brother has given her to me as a wife"
"Please don't let them take me" you whispered
It broke the brunette's heart to hear your broken voice and feel the slight tremor of your hands clinging to her arm. She didn't even know your name, nor had she known you for more than a few minutes, but the emptiness in her chest that little by little began to fill with a warm feeling told her only one thing: you were hers, and she had to protect you.
"I said leave her alone" she said with a firm voice "get out of here while there is still mercy in me"
Your uncle and his closest men laughed at the threat, not noticing how the rest of them scuttled off into the dead of night. Ajak smiled a little as the old man took a step towards you. She didn't always get a chance to display her abilities beyond healing.
You gasped as a golden sphere appeared in the woman's left palm. She didn't even give you time to react as she fired a golden bolt at your uncle's feet, making everyone jump. It was a clear warning, one they definitely got this time.
"I'll say it one last time" she said quietly "get out of here. I claim this girl as mine, she’s under my protection now"
At least the men had half a neuron to know that their lives were really on the line there and that nothing was worth trying. The golden sphere did not disappear from Ajak's hand until all the men had left.
You relaxed a bit, but then your mind turned back on and you recoiled in fear. The older woman sighed, she should have expected that. She raised her hands carefully, in a gesture of peace.
"Calm down, you're safe" she said, her voice as calm as she could manage.
"Get away from me" you said "what are you?!"
"I will not hurt you"
"Yes, of course, and I'm going to believe you"
"I just saved you, didn't I?"
You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing occurred to you. She was right and you knew it. She had saved you, she had protected you from a pack of wild men you knew very well would not have waited to get to camp to use you and hurt you. You really owed her a little trust.
"What are you?" you asked again
"That doesn't matter right now" she replied, walking slowly and tentatively towards you "there will be time to explain everything, but I have to get you out of here"
"Why would I go with you?" you said "for all I know you could have saved me to sell me yourself"
Ajak stopped in her path, not knowing why your words pierced her chest. She didn't know you, she didn't know where you came from, who you were, your story, nothing. Damn, she didn't even know where she meant to take you.
The others would ask who you were and she wasn't going to risk that Ikaris could do anything to you (she trusted him with her life, but Arishem knew that sometimes he could be…intense). But she couldn't fight with that force that tied her to you either. Suddenly, having you by her side, and gaining your trust, had become a necessity.
"Your mark is gone" she said simply
You blinked, not expecting that answer. Ajak gave you a few moments to take it in before walking back towards you. At least it worked a little bit because you stopped walking away from her.
"I-...w-what do you mean...it's gone?"
The woman nodded and ripped off one of the jade ornaments that Sersi had insisted on including in her dress (she would thank her later), offering it to you as a makeshift mirror.
You looked at yourself fearfully, and although the stone did not reflect your features exactly well, it was enough for you to notice that she was telling the truth, your face was clean, without traces of the mark that had cursed you for so many years.
"But when?" you muttered, more to yourself than to her "...the crash" you suddenly said
Ajak just nodded again. She knew that you would need a moment to process everything as well. She gingerly moved closer and allowed herself to admire your features as you lost yourself in thought.
You were beautiful, you had a light in your eyes that the eternal had not seen in a human in a long time. Your hands were trembling and covered with new scars and wounds, but they seemed precious to her. You were a little taller than her, but you still looked so small and fragile.
Everything about you aroused a desire for protection in her and a feeling so human that she didn't think it was for her. You must have felt her gaze because you raised your head and blushed deeply.
"I'll protect you" she said "you're safe with me" she promised you
You nodded slowly, staring at the piece of jade in your hand for a moment longer before handing it back to her with trembling hands. Her fingers brushed against yours as she took it, sending an electric current through both of you.
"...who are you?" you asked, trying to catch up on everything that had happened in the last half hour.
Ajak smiled at the subtle change in your question. You didn't seem scared of her anymore, just confused and a little…impressed? The first was understandable, the second filled her with pride.
"Ajak" she said softly, almost as if her name was only meant for your ears.
You looked into her eyes, noticing for the first time the depth of her gaze and how it seemed that time and life were hidden in them. You took a deep breath, ignored the butterflies in your stomach, and offered her a sheepish smile.
"Y/N" you said, offering her your hand.
The woman returned your smile and carefully took your hand, bringing it to her lips instead of just shaking it.
"A pleasure to finally find you, my Y/N" she said before kissing your hand softly, making you blush and your legs go weak.
What I love about Chloé Zhao is that she accepts the good & the bad criticism about her movie. She doesn't point fingers or blame anyone, like other directors. I respect her for that. Even thought a lot of people are being unfair with her and the movie, she is the bigger person.
When other movies from big franchises flop, we always see directors blaming x, y and z. And Chloe Zhao is just like "oh you don't like it? thanks for watching ^^."
Actually she is busy reading drukkari on ao3, so she doesn't care.
Circe was a goddess of sorcery who was especially skilled in the magic of transmutation and would transform her enemies, or those who offended her, into animals.
Sersi has similar powers, wielding the power of matter transmutation, changing the makeup of any non-sentient material she touches.
Ikaros x Ikaris
Ikaros was the son of Daedalus with whom he attempted to escape from Crete by means of wings that Daedalus constructed from feathers and wax. Icarus though flies too close to the sun, causing the wax in his wings to melt. He tumbles out of the sky, falls into the sea, and drowns.
Ikaris is the only one of the Eternals with the ability of flight and he is able to project powerful cosmic energy beams from his eyes (which is rather unrelated to Ikaros). He also died by flying into the sun which is quiet similar to the way Ikaros died.
Athena x Thena
Athena was the goddess of wisdom and war and was regarded as the patron and protectress of various cities across Greece, particularly the city of Athens.
Thena wields the power to manifest any handheld weapon she can imagine with pure cosmic energy. Like Athena her weapons of choice are most of the time a spear and a shield. She is even referred to as 'goddess of war' by her teammates since in this universe the greek goddess Athena is based on her.
Ajax x Ajak
Ajax was a great hero, who plays an important role in the Trojan war and is portrayed as a towering figure and a warrior of great courage in Homer's Iliad .
Ajak has, besides being a leader, not much in common with the Greek Ajax (in the comics on the other hand, where she is potrayed as a male, it is stated that she/he fought in the Trojan war). She was able to use her cosmic energy to heal humans and Eternals alike from injuries and illnesses.
Hermes x Makkari
Hermes is considered the herald of the gods and able to move quickly and freely between the worlds of the mortal and the divine, aided by his winged sandals.
Makarri uses her cosmically powered super-speed to scout planets for the Eternals, and as the only Deaf Eternal, the sonic boom that accompanies her cosmic running does not affect her. In the comics she is sometimes referred to as Mercury, the Roman version of Hermes.
Hephaistos x Phastos
Hephaistos was the god of fire, smiths, craftsmen and metalworking. He made all the weapons and armour of the gods in Olympus and served as their blacksmith.
Phastos is a technopath, able to create any invention or weapon, powered by cosmic energy. He is often seen as the blacksmith and weapons-maker of the Eternals.