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@metanoen

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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. "

Characters with goggles? Always awesome

not   even   for   a   moment   does   he   spare   a   glance   that   way.   dealing   with   such   a   trifle,   if   anything,   bored   him.   with   a   wave   of   his   hand,   he   could've   made   them   forget   —   sent   them   on   their   way   with   happier   memories.   hell,   slowing   time   to   a   crawl   tends   to   work   out   for   him   more   often   than   not.   plenty   of   time   to   piece   together   a   clever   story   or   chart   a   hasty   escape.   still,   he   smiles,   an   all   too   knowing   one.   just   because   he   does   things   that   way   doesn't   mean   others   do.   so,   he   cedes   to   her   warning   with   a   loose   nod.   biting   down   whatever   cleverness   surges   to   flee   his   lips,   it   slips   free   as   a   sigh.

❛   was   hoping   coming   here   would've   been   the   end   of   it.   ❜   sure,   he   loves   a   quest   as   much   as   the   next   guy,   but   sometimes   it's   nice   to   rest.   carve   out   a   little   slice   of   peace   without   going   so   far   to   attain   it.   chewing   the   inside   of   his   cheek   ruefully,   a   hue   of   distress   coats   his   gaze,   although   it   warms   with   a   tinge   of   excitement.   rambling   on   'n   on   about,   well,   anything?   his   favorite.   ❛   it's   a   star.   might   be   a   little   small,   sure,   but   it's   a   star   some   hotshot   got   the   smart   idea   to   turn   into   a   ring.   to   make   the   heavens   and   his   fingertips   one   and   the   same.   ❜   he   rolls   the   band   between   his   fingers,   feeling   out   its   etchings   and   the   sting   of   its   warmth.

❛   this   baby,   though,   happened   to   be   forged   in   a   pair.   binary   stars   —   ever   seen   one?   they're   fun.   if   you're   willing   to   help,   i'm   willing   to   pay.   it's   important.   ❜

𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 in the back, flicking a bit of light down from the overhead to get his attention on the girls in the store. He moves to distract them by flirting, and Io is left to lean over the counter to stare the mage in front of her down, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Can you be careful?" She hisses softly, waving him closer so she can inspect the ring more closely.

Keen though her eyes are, the symbols are tiny, and she'll probably need a magnifier to get a proper look, depending on how old it is. Even so, she shakes her head at the description, because anything with that kind of juice would have immediately been sent to the Vault or offered up to Manon to handle as she saw fit.

"Can't say we've gotten anything like that, but depending what it is, I might be able to hep you track it down."

I wanna talk about aliens. I want to talk to Okarun! I want to talk to Ayase-san! I want to talk about ghosts!

Dandadan Episode 05 - Okarun & Momo + Mutual Pining

did   she   sigh?   maybe   at   his   response   (   or   her   own   lack   of   clarity.   )   sometimes,   words   were   more   dangerous   than   back   alley   thugs   and   supervillains.   comparing   them   to   her   skills   in   combat   —   well,   her   litany   of   ways   to   express   herself   was   deeply   lacking.   all   too   often,   she   knew,   that   she   came   off   as   vague   or   obtuse.   it's   better   at   home,   though,   better   with   people   who   speak   in   action   over   words:   that   really   spoke   cass.   still,   there's   a   problem,   and   batkids...   are   pretty   good   at   coming   up   with   a   solution.

❛   very.   ❜   she   surmised   —   in   the   dark,   the   faintest   smile   plays   on   her   lips.   scaling   the   walls   would've   been   easier,   springing   between   the   towering   brick   walls.   could've   done   it   in   her   sleep,   too;   it's   her   first   instinct,   actually.   but,   she   freezes.   civilian,   right.   thus,   her   plan   changes.   luckily,   there's   a   fire   escape   nearby.   better   than   nothing   for   getting   them   off   the   streets   (   and   away   from   the   thugs   that'd   come   looking   for   their   buddies.   )   it's   gotham;   nobody   goes   anywhere   alone.   jerking   her   chin   towards   the   ladder,   she   reaches   for   it   —   rising   on   her   tiptoes,   although   doomed   to   fall   short.   ❛   mind   giving   me   a   boost,   er,   ...   ❜   right,   she   never   asked   his   name. 

Yusuke thought the Japanese underworld was ripe with dangers, the West really had arguments to share. While most crimes were organized in Japan, Gotham demonstrated exactly what chaos meant. However, lucky for him he’s even found himself a partner in crime on this night to aid him in the fighting. Ha, his mother would never believe him when he tells her he’s gotten into a little scrap and he wasn’t the one who caused it. Once she extended her hand he realized once again that this isn’t Japan and so Yusuke responds in kind by shaking her hand, holding her firmly.

━━   ❝   𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧.   ❞  Not because he felt she has a good grip of her own, but just the way she moved..like she’s accustomed in taking down the local thugs and if that was the case he was beginning to feel sorry for them. “Up..” He then looks up, the only thing he’s able to see beyond the opposing walls that make this alley was the cold starless night. “Don’t exactly see an elevator t’ get up there.”

【 @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.   ❜

Cassandra Clare

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.