Lillian Luthor

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In the end, the magic involved was rather simple. The cloak hasn't bound her since her death, and though there's a thin, almost imperceptible thread of magic connecting her to it, it was mere child's play to transform it into something else.

There's still a very faint connection to it, something that she can sense even though it has no real power over her anymore, but that's rather fitting for what she intends, isn't it?

'I wanted to get you something', it's said quietly, her lips curving in a small, soft smile, 'and I realize this isn't much. But we've been... dancing around the topic of gifts for a while now, haven't we?'

She'd wanted to remain anonymous, when she first started leaving good coffee for Spencer after they first mentioned how atrocious the coffee in the staff lounge was. But then someone started leaving her little boxes of tea, and she realized Spencer must've worked it out.

“I know things weren’t easy between us in the beginning, but…” Supergirl, perched on Lillian’s bedside at the medical bay, reaches gently for her hand to hold it. “You risked yourself to bring Cadmus down. What you did there was a brave thing to do and I admire you for it.” 

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For the first time, Lillian’s at a loss for what to do next. She’s spent so long working to bring Cadmus down that it’s almost like it’s left a void behind, now that she’s succeeded. She didn’t plan to survive it at all. In fact, she’d been certain she wouldn’t survive it, and had resigned herself to the idea.

Dying to bring Cadmus down seemed like a fitting end, after everything.

She's not sure where the statement comes from, and for a moment she half wonders if Spencer was talking to her at all. She pauses with her index finger between the pages of her book, poised to turn the page, and glances sideways at the woman over the rims of her glasses. 'I'm hardly someone who would judge you for that. You must've heard some of the things I've been called by now'.

She's been called far worse than heartless because of how people perceive her. It was easier for her to let people think she was cold and heartless for years, and by the time she felt safe enough to be less closed off around people, she'd already developed a reputation.

It's moments like this that remind Lillian that Freya is so much smaller than her Valkyrie sisters. She's at least a head shorter than most of them, and yet it's something that often slips her mind. Freya is their queen, and with that no matter the binds Odin placed on her, her presence always filled the room like wings expanding from her shoulders.

And yet she's struck by it now. By the fact that she has to tilt her head down to look at the other woman, by the shadows cast from her wings, and Lillian shifts slightly, stepping a little to the side so that she's not looming over her. It's not that she thinks Freya might be intimidated, but she feels... better, seeing the sun on the woman's face.

She spent so long in the dark, bound by Odin's curse. They all did.

'You've lost many of the people you were close to', she says softly, her gaze straying to the tattoos curling over Freya's arms. They were so faded once that they were almost easy to miss. Now they stand out vividly beneath the sun, and it eases the ache in her chest, to see the reminder that Freya's free of Odin's influence. That she never has to suffer him again.

stark blinks, and it does border on helpless. it does seem to be precisely who she is. being the most fragile yet the most resilient person alive. in short, all of it broken down, stark is the most human of them all. he leans into lillian’s touch with a tender quietude. she lets the moment linger in the air. she allows it to stay and it never seems to outstay its welcome, this feeling of lingering warmth. his eyes close and he leans in, surprisingly excellent at the precarious balance on just a crutch.

“ i’d love that, yeah. two heads, better than one, etcetera, stuff i forget? i’m just like, goin’, you know? ”

has anyone’s smile ever been so much like the sun? has anyone ever seemed so happy when they felt the light of such a thing as love. she never thought she would understand it. but he understands one thing: stop trying to understand it.

Despite it all, all the worry and the fear and that terrible lingering feeling that this is all too good to be true that rears it’s head whenever something like this happens, Lillian finds herself returning Stark’s smile. How could she not? His smile is a thing of beauty, miraculous in the sense that they’re always full of such joy, and that she has, for whatever reason, decided Lillian is worthy of them. Of her love. They’re infectious, and Lillian could swear that they’re somehow healing, because she can feel her fears ebbing away under the light of her smile.

❝  wasn’t  sure  i’d  see  you  again.  ❞    words  are  almost  spat  out,  but  the  tiniest  smile  reaches  her  face.    and  it  isn’t  a  fake  one,  the  one  she  usually  gives  people.    only  one  who  truly  knows  the  vampire  woman  can  spot  the  difference.  

@amazonluthor​     [ SC ] 

Lillian can hardly blame Jane for thinking that, and she offers her an apologetic smile. ‘I’m sorry it’s taken me so long’, she says, half reaching out towards her, as if she can bridge the distance between them. The idea that she might return must’ve seemed increasingly unlikely as time passed, and she takes a small step closer. ‘I just... needed a moment to take it all in’.

@amazonluthor asked : ” I– Can I– I don’t know, can I hug you? ” / for stark

periwinkle baby blues blink. stark doesn’t comprehend the idea of comfort. stark doesn’t imagine the idea of someone making him feel better if he’s having a bad time. he just doesn’t. there’s no computing the idea that he’s even worthy of the idea. why bother? it’s just going to pass and—

the man of iron gestures inward to say yes, leaning heavy on a crutch to stay up. damage to one side’s prosthetics leave her repairing the mess and therefore without for the moment. just two ravaged, smoothed stumps of scar tissue carefully covered by a seemingly thin, intuitive cap of netting stretched over them. she balances excellently on her remaining organic limb— left leg— one scarlet and grey arm clutching. she’s gotten good at hopping around like it’s second nature until she’s reassembled.

“ i’d love one, actually. ”

Despite being told that she can, Lillian hesitates. Stark looks strangely small, so battered and bruised that for a moment she’s afraid that she could hurt him, simply by hugging him. Her chest feels tight, and for a moment she remembers how afraid she used to be to hug people, because she felt like she didn’t know how. She was always afraid she’d end up hurting them, somehow.

❝  it’s  just  a  little  scratch,  ignore  it.  ❞    skilled  hands  had  moved  up  as  soon  as  the  other  reached  for  her  face,  grabbing  their  hand  without  even  needing  to  be  looking  at  it.    no,  her  eyes  are  glued  to  the  security  cameras.    whoever  caught  her  off  guard  to  leave  her  injured  like  this,  won’t  have  much  to  live  once  she  finds  them.

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.