Thane’s hair is grey but it wasn’t always that color; it’d
thane’s hair is grey but it wasn’t always that color; it’d started to change once he’d received his curse. it used to simply be black, messy and rather unkempt before they’d started to mellow out. it’s never really bothered him, not that it would have, he thinks it makes him look a wiser beyond his years which isn’t something that would hurt his reputation. a few dark strands of his original hair still linger but most are tangled within the presence of grey.
during his reign, he only married once but had many different consorts with the intentions of producing an heir to the throne. his interest in performing the act wasn’t high but they’d do so out of duty. thane treated them well, as equals, with the privileges a queen would have. granting them luxuries as if they’d been crowned themselves despite not being married to them. some of his lovers had greater chemistry with him than others which meant his favorites might’ve been apparent from time to time. thane’s interest in his children's lives was bare minimum until they were old enough to involve themselves in politics or things pertaining to the kingdom.
his gift curse numbs away pain and hostility, those lacking food would not suffer nor those that happened to succumb from a disease. in a sense, as a king, he was with everyone when they suffered hardships whether they were aware of the fact or otherwise. however, the feelings his people could experience ended up being rather limited because of him leaving them in rather dull states when not experience happiness or excitement. aware of this fact, they’d make sure to interact with them in the form of parties or gatherings which would happen more often than not during the week. something to make sure everyone was fed or taken care of in some regard.
the whole reason he was given the ability to numb and withhold the pain of others was to change him from being a savage. fighting, in all forms, had seemed to be his only interest from birth with rather lethal results. under the burden of those around him, feeling the same pain he’d sought to inflict on someone in some form changed him from a fighter to a pacifist since killing someone would be akin to killing himself. thane prefers to talk things out and avoid conflicts.
inodal is a kingdom that is bordered by a vast sea, finding its trade in fishing and other seas based opportunities. he loves the ocean and tends to visit places that are bordered by water. it reminds him of home, allowing him a chance to feel connected to it. oddly enough though, thane can’t swim to save his life and almost drowned when lost at sea during a brief skirmish.
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❛ hey ! i make an honest living—— it's not stealing if you're stealing it from people it didn't belong to begin with. ❜ it makes for a fun challenge, too. a bit of rolling in the mud before appreciating what glitters beyond it. ( although no small part of him prefers the hunt over acquisition. ) it's a game—— a challenge worth puzzling over. by now, well, he'll be able to give the staffordshire hoard a run for its money &. half that treasure wasn't even magical. silver and gold is nice, sure, but enchanted silvers and gold? no contest. ❛ help yourself. it won't be missed, and that one you've been eyeing suits you. although, anything here would. 'sides, i ain't falling for those sticky fingers again. ❜
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blue meets brown. there's no more masks these days & for a second she regrets it. but his smile is easy, his breathing stable, his gaze steady. warm. he means it, all of it. and even if it said it's because black canary needs a break, she knows just from looking at him what he means: i want to give you a chance, too. to work again, to really help people, to connect with others. to have a place. but----no. if batman & superman can trust her, why can't she trust herself?
" ... okay. let's do it! tell canary i'm in! ohmygosh, i'm gonna be a doctor again !! doctor harley in the house!! i'm really gonna--whoa, can you pinch me ?? i'm a li'l dizzy ... "
LISTENING TO THE GEARS TURNING IN HARLEY'S HEAD DOESN'T TAKE SUPER-HEARING.it's a tall ask ——— it's sudden. several times, the issue came up in the league, and it found itself deferred several times, too. not because of a split decision, though. the world's been on unsteady legs lately [ ... ] there's always another crisis. it hangs over their heads and makes them hesitate to do too much; he can sympathize. every time he laces up the boots, dons the cape, and bears the family crest, he remembers he's a small-town boy from kansas. no amount of super speed or strength made those challenges any less daunting.
&. here he is, asking her to bear a burden far heavier than supervillains or stray meteors. far more important than some of the league's most dangerous assignments ——— mental health is no joke. being bulletproof doesn't protect from the scars, the lingering wounds of trauma that can fester. more than once, he led the charge on mental health, not often met with resistance. he is no man of steel; he is not impervious to sadness and grief. one pants leg at a time, he takes what life gives / he does what he can with his life.
the sunkissed lineaments of his features relax, soft creases crinkling at the corner of his eyes, and never once does he lose his serene smile. it's as soft as the kiss of the morning sun; it embraces and warms. only once does he make his offer ——— he does not insist. he does not attempt to wheedle or push. to put pressure on her in such conditions [ ... ] isn't right. she's entered a new world, far from that man, far from who she used to be &. emerged as something beautiful. not fixed, no, but coming into her own with who she's become for the better. it makes him smile become a grin, a silly one at that, surely. it must be quite the sight of him smiling to himself stupidly while she mulls over such a huge decision. it's clear as day ——— what bruce sees in her, he sees it too: a better tomorrow.
he blinks, once. it takes a moment to regain his bearings and shake off the dizzying radiance he caught in that moment. a laugh, deep and baritone, euphony on gentle chords, leaped from his lips. he sets a hand on her shoulder, offering a polite squeeze. ( not the pinch she wanted, but enough in his eyes. )
❛ dizzy already? and here i was, hoping we could grab some grub. believe it or not, a few hits of sunrays aren't all that filling. guess you could say they're pretty ... a pretty light meal. ❜
im gonna be fixing up tags, moving info for old ocs and touching up my carrd then i think the voices telling me i can't rest yet will stop. then, maybe some actual writing since i slept good
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at a certain point i think all brad's relationships are doomed to fail because you're never probably gonna be as important as his next adventure. it's just... not likely. there's always some distance, always some lack of presence on his part, he's never gonna be able to give the attention some need. he's wild. a puff of smoke and gone.
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.”
thane has been cursed to feel and suppress the negative emotions of others. he takes away their sadness, rage, etc and, in turn, takes those feelings upon himself. this ability's reach is extensive enough to at least blanket his kingdom. with practice, he's managed to dull the effect it has on him as a testament to his mental strength. it takes a lot to muster his response, whether it's pain or sadness. keeping himself from being swept up by the tides of feelings flooding him takes consistent effort. in a sense, he suffers from his curse himself, stripped of his feelings — struggling to discern himself from where others begin. despite knowing the sadness of countless beings, his ability to empathize with them is lacking.
he prefers to avoid violence, given he can feel what its victims do. although far from a pacifist. to make things in line with his vision of the greater good, he'll gladly bear arms and use threats and violence. in the modern day, to match the times, he's much more forgiving. they were a warrior before they were a king and the battlefield was their first home. sometimes, it still calls to him, even if he's denied its previous comfort. he's averse to killing if only because he can find use for people he spares ( and avoid feeling the pains of their demise. )
to those within range of his curse, some things narratively that could occur: a very faint sense of elation, a bit of a fogginess to their thoughts about pressing matters, a struggle to muster up the drive for aggression, the fade of pain from injuries, etc. it's still present, like regarding those feelings through glass, for lack of better words. you know you should be angry, hurt, etc. but connecting with yourself takes a bit more effort.
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