Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me? / dick n wally <3
party banter / accepting !
it's a routine mission——yeah, famous last words. still, getting back into the swing of things with dick meant braving a bit of danger. being faster than the speed of light, yeah, he's that fast, but it doesn't mean he can be everywhere sometimes. between dealing with things in keystone and central city ... there's been a lot on his plate. a small part of him wants an easy mission; he wants to catch with dick and talk about things. talk about what's been happening——make sure that all too perfect boy wonder is still holding himself together, not just the entire world. it's not surprise when he loses track of him. slinking in and out of shadows happens to be a bat family special ... if not the tiniest bit annoying.
maybe that's why he's rushing. maybe that's why he pulls a few fewer punches. cult of the Kobra wasn't exactly the type to give mercy to people in their shenanigans. maybe ... just maybe ... he's a bit mad? it's a strange feeling because it's unfair. unfair to dick to be mad over something so simple. coming clean would've made things easier for him. lay things out from the start——dick would understand. he knows that. underneath all that bat family training is his best friend. that's the person he wants to see.
three? six? twelve? man, these goons never knew when to throw in the towel. speeding blur of scarlet, a crackle of bluish lightning chasing after him like a comet hurtling through the stars, it's all they can see. he doubts they even know what happens when it does. between dick aka nightwing aka robin aka ... something, they're dropping like flies. no one got hurt——everything turns out fine. it only takes a second to tie them all up and let the cops handle the rest. reporters with speed that might rival his own come scurrying for questions. they want answers and they're right to seek them.
although, wally isn't having it. a quick wave, a laugh that the photographs love, and he's scooping dick into his arms and speeding away. "yeah, birdbrain, i know." not once has dick leaving him behind even crossed his mind. they knew each other too well. they cared too much. it's not a feeling he questions but one he allows himself to feel. fully. everything might be a blur to dick. everything a scene whizzing by as he simply runs. runs to carve out a space for them. runs for a chance to talk like he wants ... and maybe find something to eat in the meantime too.
"okay, so, stay with me——chinese. that little place in metropolis. you and me, sound like a date?" it's a fleeting moment. a brief blip in time but wally sees things slower. feels the world at a much slower pace like it moves in slow motion and moments like these, to him, last forever. he cherishes them like the friend in his arms.
Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "March," featured in New And Selected Poems: Volume Two
i need to keep a little sticky on my desk that reminds me which muses are cheesy dumb flirts and which ones are clever they blur
What if we were both doctors & shared oranges 🤨
eyes flit from battered pirate to swift-footed protector; a kind air about them—— a charming one, actually. dealing with treachery on the high seas wasn't how brad intended to spend his day; a small cruise to ease the minute sense of homesickness quickly became another adventure. [...] not that you'll find him complaining; between homesickness and boredom, they'll happily take the homesickness &. disregard everything else. ever present grin rests on lips, delight sailing through chocolate brown hues, a light with a sea of curiosity. ( one thing to the next, without fail. )
❛ i know, ❜ acknowledgment comes quick, proud. ❛ not too bad yourself. charmed with words and skilled in a fight—— quite multifaceted. i like people like that. ❜ they'll never turn down praise, no small amount, due to a healthy ego. ( even if it's far rarer for them to give in kind. ) / still, this man did impress him. those purple flames were interesting ! far more interesting than vanquishing such trite foes. this trip might still have some life in it yet, a chance to become his own carnival of viareggio. just down a few floats, but maybe not entertainers.
❛ last minute addition, yeah, sure. ❜ a bit more like a stowaway, with good reason. nothing the crew seems quick to bring up after being saved. ❛ helps i've tangled with pirates before. plenty of experience dealing with them. ❜ &. rifling through their treasures, naturally. ❛ but, life and death battle aside, it's so much more fun to share the stage with someone else. i've been alone for some time, you see. ❜ floating in a space of uncertainty, exciting for the first year—— not so much the second, third, and so on. offers hand in greeting, ❛ bradley, call me brad. the pleasure is yours. ❜
@amcssing (bradley) liked a starter call! (main verse)
"Well fought, my friend!"
Purple flames subside in the wake of a hard-won victory, and Brant lands back on the unsteady wooden surface of the merchant ship, directly in front of the unexpected ally who had been among (but presumably not affiliated with) the merchants who'd hired him.
"These islands have been infested with pirates as of late. I daresay we're lucky you were onboard, otherwise this ship might have found itself in hot water, haha!" He glances around, taking quick stock of the situation. Aside from himself, only Tina and Battier have left Lario to come aboard the smaller ship, checking its crew for potential injuries.
Brant doubts anyone suffered that strong of an injury. While the fight itself hadn't been easy, it had been almost entirely handled by the Troupe and the merchant ship's guest. The Pirates weren't lucky enough to leave unscathed, a scenario which Brant really does solemnly regret—he's been able to call himself many things, but a callous killer has never been one of them.
He exhales a short breath, minor motes of tension leaving his shoulders as he eases more firmly into the role of the helpful guide he's being paid to be.
"You must have been a last-minute addition to this lovely crew, I presume?" Brant asks, gesturing vaguely towards where most of the shipmen have gathered. He catches Tina's eye and nods once, as though telling her to carry on with what she's doing, before looking back towards his real point of interest. "I doubt they'd have hired such a high-scale escort if they knew they had someone so capable aboard."
【 @thuganomxcs | ❛ i did mess up. ❜ | mixed bag prompts , accepting.
warm gaze softens, lips curling into an almost knowing smile. ( he knows a lot, but not everything. ) knows when to pursue—— knows when to withhold judgment. knows when to be kind &. even more so when to be stern. lessons from his parents, more often than not, hold true ... no matter how obstinate they seemed in youth. coarse around the edges, a bit crass, but those're external things. things people look at before knowing the real you. ( whether that's biting remarks—— or a blue super suit. )
❛ yeah, maybe a little, ❜ he admits ... sugar coating isn't helpful, not to him or them. ❛ but you're mature enough to admit it. mature enough to apologize, too, i bet. ❜ words drip with commendation, still offering not only correction but guidance. words he would want to hear himself, at times. ❛ besides, ❜ a sunny smile, a gentle laugh. ❛ you're not the only one who's messed up. ma and pa nearly rang my bell when i 'borrowed' the pickup. compared to that—— well, you're doing alright, yusuke. ❜
some metas for brad / overhaul information ;
001. the abelli family has deep ties to magic; it's their breath, it's their blood, it's their life. it consumes their actions and mystifies their thoughts; they are a family of wanderers, explorers, and adventurers. their house flits between the material plane and countless others, an ever-changing locale. the multiverse itself a countless sea for them to explore—— for better or worse. their house is a grand treasure for things they collect.
002. bradley, like ancestors before him, have delved into countless unknowns with sorcery. braved the depths of forbidden knowledge, unraveled the elements, looked upon its treasures with greedy eyes. such exposure, such dredging into the arcane, has changed him. magic seeps from his veins; it replaces blood——flesh shed for a mystical body. he is magic. a shell of arcane power shaped as a man with all the volatility of the sorcery.
003. those deep ties to magic give deep insight to its workings. access to secrets is not meant for common sorcerers; it's the result of going too far in pursuing something not meant for mortal hands. power, surely, yet not without drawbacks. a dulled sense of taste, a numb sense of feeling, a lack of emotion towards life's small wonders. a need to seek even more grandiose things. it loosens the mind, it taints the sense of reason, it's having thoughts scattered between one plane and the next at all times.
004. brad sits somewhere on the chaotic spectrum. sometimes good, sometimes evil, never against trickery or deceit. all his schemes are a means to an end, a step towards another grand adventurer. despite lacking physical sensation in some regards, his emotions are present. prone to changes based on mood, quick to reflect external circumstances, dangerous at times. he's the life of the party until he's not.
Thor Ragnarok (2017)
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