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Prometheus (2012)

“Cass is the perfect fighter and she is always 100% serious in any of her fights. Shes not the hero to be thinking of jokes in a fight”

Cass:

green   hues   survey   their   expression,   ensuring   they're   being   honest——   &.   seem   satisfied.   hitting   the   mean   streets   of   las   vegas   along   wasn't   a   big   deal.   (   once   you've   walked   through   gotham,   could   anywhere   really   get   the   best   of   you?   )   no.   the   answers   no.   still,   solo   heroics   aside,   wally   prefers   someone   at   his   side.   someone   to   shoot   a   knowing   look,   share   a   good   laugh,   and   then   move   on   to   the   next   thing.   quipping   at   crooks   and   robbers   isn't   the   same   as   between   friends——   way   too   many   bullets   flying.   (   even   though   ONE   proves   too   many   to   most.   )

laughter   revs,   a   light   rumble   in   chest,   yet   stifles   itself   into   a   chuckle.   springing   to   his   feet,   wally   balls   up   what's   left   of   the   burger   wrapper,   it   sails   through   the   air——   nice   long   arc   and   just   barely   makes   it   into   the   trash.   hands   clap   together,   smile   growing   far   prouder.   ❛   score   one   for   the   red   team——   orange   team?   ...   team   vegas.   ❜   better   off   keeping   it   simple;   easier   on   both   of   them.

part   of   him   wants   to   ask   if   they're   really   sure   about   this,   if   they   really   want   to   lead   him   around.   (   without   witnesses,   wally   could   admit   he's   a   bit   pushy   ...   maybe.   )   although,   he   kept   his   concerns   to   himself.   no   point   treading   the   same   track   over   and   over.   (   right?   )   ❛   m'wally.   wally   west.   better   than   callin'   me   your   tourist   all   day,   yeah?   ❜   they   parrot   with   a   grin.   ❛   let's   do   something   fun——   oh   oh!   but   near   another   burger   stand.   never   know;   might   get   hungry   later.   ❜   (   he   would.   )

Mark's here for his own personal reasons, but there's no mistaking the way his eyes light up when the offer is extended. There's nothing he loves more than a chance to have some fun, after all—his siblings will still be here when he's done showing this guy around.

Probably. He's been looking for excuses to avoid actually talking to them, anyway.

"You might wanna consider hitting up some of the casinos, 'cause today's your lucky day!" Mark shoots an energetic wink, then laughs at his own little joke. "'Certified guide' is pushing it, but I know my way around well enough, I think. And I happen to be free. I mean, who comes to Vegas with a plan for what they're gonna do, right? Well—I guess responsible people. Anyway, I'll tag along. Beats doin' it all by myself!"

Not a lot of people would flag down a kind stranger for this sort of thing. Mark himself probably would, but he knows it's not really the way most people would go about it. That alone is enough of a reason to want to go along with things, if only for the sake of curiosity and entertainment.

He pushes himself out of his chair, enthusiastic as ever. "I'm Mark, by the way, so you don't hafta walk around all day callin' me your tour guide. You got anything you're especially down for? Somethin' fun, somethin' laid back? I guarantee you I can find whatever."

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“I have survived, but I have not been spared.”

— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente  (via charwrites)

❛ yeah. ❜

She smells shit [a guy who she confessed to only for him to pick up and magic his way out of her life like days later]… “Am I losing my mind?”

CLARK / @amcssing ——— a blur of azure, a flicker of red, a dash of gold—— it’s the roar of wind, the tearing of sound then the chill of the tundra. crystal shards stacked high, threatening to pierce heaven itself yet … they would never. gently it holds the world aloft, an icy place of solitude and respite, a place where even heroes might rest: a fortress. ears perk, catch the sound of clicking heels, the gentle shift of blonde hair, the sound of plush lips made stern. a boom—— a clap of thunder, the roar that announces the elation of flight before he appears. clark hovers, weightless, blues peering at her with a stars luminosity. warm, inviting, kind. boots tap the ground gentle, no longer content to linger above … no, eager to stand beside. cape swishes, faint traces of wear, a battle fought and won. strong fingers, warm like flame cup her cheeks, forehead resting against hers. ‘I’m starting to think you like the fortress of solitude way more than I do, Emma. Trying to live up to the last name?’

SHE FEELS HIM BEFORE she hears him, sees him, before the wind shifts and suddenly he is here. summer fruits / warm flannel / old folk music / sunsets. her silence interrupted but for once, it is welcome, this cacophony of thoughts running mile - a - minute . the moment her mind can touch his, the rigidness of her shoulders seems to melt.

lashes flutter shut, brushing the cheeks lifted with touch. his hands are calloused----how are they so soft ? questions she'll never ask because she doesn't care for an answer. first time she's had that thought since her arrival, which was, how long ago ? emma loses track of time here with an unnerving ease. or perhaps comforting ease.

-- " can you blame me ? "

it isn't a real question / he would never. he would never blame her for her loneliness, her wondering. and wondering she has been: her curse is to think, after all. to think of her responsibilities, her loves, her life. her failures. broken children, broken heroes. for every time she attempts to protect the metahumans, does she do anything but paint targets upon their backs ? her heart so open, yet caged.

he frees it. instantly. emma looks up into eyes full oif hope and the glacier melts, so does her gaze. a forehead 'gainst chest. something solid to lean against / not violent, but fierce. unmoving. she is diamond, but he is her rock. holding her down to the ground despite his ability to fly. perhaps that's what drew her in, after all these years; someone with a genuine want to hold her without suffocating. protect, not control. an open mind both literally and figuratively, easy to forgive and easier to trust.

his mindsong hums against hers, and she doesn't read them, just listens. enjoys the comfort of his alien mind with hers, his very human embrace.

-- " ... i apologise. i should have had batman inform you i was leaving. you didn't need to rush here so suddenly. "

Oh hyenas & their catnip 🙂‍↔️

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