If a harpy becomes a mercy, then curiosity remains. ( such
if a harpy becomes a mercy, then curiosity remains. ( such creatures were welcome, come bear tooth and claw, learn what real fangs and claws provide. ) upione sired nothing less than a weapon of war—— a bundle of gnashing fangs and daggers. it turns, it turns &. turns again till it bit the one who forged it. however, curse keeps temperament even. scorn—— irritation—— blanket themselves with compassion, not his, but the growing burden of sorcery. it tethers reason to beast, instincts remain ... but call for more eloquence. a silver tongue instead of silver sword. cold kindness.
it goes without saying, they'll return. these lands bewitch him; it sings its song of magnificence and danger, it brings forth memories of inodal. not it's castles, it's spires nor it's people—— the stillness of the battlefield. a calm that captivates, that cannot mask the edge of danger looming above, a guillotine waiting for tender throat. ( his throat—— perhaps. ) a numb sense of excitement ebbs and flows. it's all they're allowed, brief moments of genuine feeling, to trace that piece lost to time.
deciding to defend himself no longer, hand waves as if to dismiss. on dark feathers, on kind wing, they gave their warning ... it'll be heeded. ( in time. ) ❛ if a harpy is a mercy then that only raises further question ... but, perhaps another time. ❜ shoulders roll, an elegant shrug. ❛ i'll go. long as you're willing to travel it with me. we both know no sane godling would trust a guide with feather and claw. and, lacking in saneness as i am, i'm no different, i'm afraid. ❜ weight shifts, becoming standoffish while expression remains cast in iron. ❛ do we have an accord, o' nameless one? ❜
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOAL MINER'S CANARY, WAS SHE ; ㅤㅤㅤㅤfor when danger was imminent, she'd give them at least a chance.
Otraybia, was not kind ; it was a land, lavish, with beauty ; but plagued, by savagery. Her own cousins, molded by that same man, were feral, true. A HARPY, THOUGH, AMONG THE WORST OF THEM.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( How she managed to be anything but, was still unknown. )
Ears, perk'd and keen, listen, for, it would be rude, to give naught, the chance to defend ones' self. A place, so far from this, but it sounds as if it's a UNIVERSES' DIVIDE ; she thought it impossible. Brow creases, so slightly at that term ; GODLING. GODLING. It, as a term, was not unheard of, for ZEUS was known well, to dabble in the artistry of creating children, with near any but his WIFE.
Gaze does turn soft, shoulders taught, now somewhat relaxed. He'd no reason, to raise hand against her, but within tree, she'd remain. There is pity, in the depths of her soul, for any fostered of a GOD ; even if she, herself, does not know the Sisyphus - like trials, they were to endure. She could not imagine it an easy thing, to live up to. To defy.
❝ ... So you have. And you will wander, still, should you not leave this place. I speak, not out of ire, of wrath and hatred. Many, GODLING, and hero alike, do not escape this forest.
ㅤㅤㅤA harpy, upon you, is a mercy. What else dwells, will not be so kind. ❞
She wonders, in idle, his disposition. His place, his temperament. He could be fiery and foul, as some here, were known to be ; perhaps jovial and good-hearted, as others.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPerhaps, neither.
ㅤㅤ❝ ... I know the way ; out of this place. I travel it, so rarely, but I know. ❞
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if you ever catch martin where he can't think of a rebuttal he's just gonna smile and start singing in your face to piss you off.
just some cass metas so i can figure things out ;
001. Cassandra learned body language before language. It became the first and only thing she could understand. Since taking up the mantle of b//atgirl, she's undergoes/undergone speech therapy to improve her speech. Despite being able to speak, she speaks more so with clear intent or prefers fewer words. When she speaks in a longer form, it's with feelings behind them or meaning.
002. I believe this sits as canon for most bat//family members, but Cass teaches self-defense techniques to the women of G//otham on a volunteer basis. Giving them the means to defend themselves from the city's mean streets, she's thrilled to put her skills to use for more than crimefighting. To give her bloodied legacy a far better meaning alongside serving as b//atgirl.
003. Strong silent type. Most problems are internalized, although some are expressed through reckless behaviors in the field. A strong sense of guilt sits inside her from past actions, along with the sting of failure that comes from the past. She throws herself into the field in a way to make up and bury those feelings more often than not. A bit hard to get a read on if you don't know her very well.
004. It's almost impossible to lie to Cass. Reading body language and additional training made her a walking lie detector. The tiniest shift of weight, the subtle twitch of an eye, a quirk of lips tend to be more than enough for her to read people. She doesn't think fondly of liars, especially when they're close to her. On the same note, because her social skills are developing gradually, her mouth reacts faster than her mind to family matters. Reading the members of the b//atfamily, unfortunately, happens all too often. She worries for them; she blurts out what they're trying to hide, sometimes leading to more friction between them.
005. A strong craving for fast food, not necessarily the fondest of sweets.
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. "
changing this blog around kinda sucked the soul outta me, so give this a like and i'll send a few things from your memes tag? it's not much but its honest work.
Oh this is a random discussion but thane loves games like civilization. Building a nation? Governing things? Less of the stress because it’s digital. Yeah when he’s off work good luck prying him from civ.
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