𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.

hello  guys.   i  know  i  haven’t  been  active  on  my  beautiful  atlantean  babe.   lately  ,   i’ve  tried  out  a  few  muses  bc  i’ll  be  honest   ...   i  get  bored  easily.   i  still  am  too  lazy  to  make  a  multimuse  ,   so  i’ve  only  got  about  five  or  so  blogs  atm.   

i  intend  to  make  kaldur  semi - active  as  opposed  to  an  unannounced  hiatus.   i  will  also  be  cleaning  this  blog  out  as  much  as  possible  and  most  likely  becoming  more  selective  ,    because  i’ll  be  honest  ,   i  try  to  interact  with  every  mutual  i  have  on  all  my  blogs.   

so  please  ,   make  it  known  if  you  have  interest  in  interacting  with  me!   and  if  you  are  interested  in  knowing  which  blogs  will  definitely  be  getting  my  attention  ,   do  not  be  afraid  to  ask.   btw  if  you  have  me  on  discord  i’ll  try  to  be  more  active  on  there  as  well.

ANGER WAS WHAT FUELED LORENA IN COMBAT. It was not a prideful source, knowing that her reactions could be rash and uncalculated. Despite how much she hated to admit it, her emotions often got the better of her.  ❝ Oh yeah? Enlighten me then, if you’re so certain that all my talk is bullshit. ❞  It was odd to be on opposing sides. He was someone she had considered a potential friend, rather than a foe. Yet, it was not uncommon for heroes to turn towards a darker side. That much she knew.  ❝ I’m not afraid of you, Kaldur’ahm. I hope your bite is much worse than your bark. ❞

             If a fight was what he wanted, a fight was what he was going to get.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.  it was a mantra constantly repeated in his head.  whenever he felt a pang of sympathy toward his opponent for what he was about to do,  he had to remind himself.  there was a reason he and dick agreed this is what needed to happen.  there was a reason he had to fight,  as if his only instinct was to kill on sight.  kaldur’ahm had to channel his deepest,  darkest intentions.  ones he knew he did not have,  but he needed if he was going to get the light’s approval.

                    he had to do this,  no matter how badly he wanted to run.  lorena was skilled,  but simply not on kaldur’s level.  not by a long shot.  if he really wanted to,  he could take her out in less than a minute.  how was he going to make it look real while also making it appear he wasn’t holding back?

he considers the information for a few moments, looking up from his drumming fingers before nodding. “ You’re leading. “ He points out then, standing up and transferring the information on the bigger screen at the other end of the room. “ Do you have a plan ready? “

. ﾟ * ｡ ･             dawn has always prided herself in her out - standing ability to stay calm in almost any situation.  of course she feels fury and grief and sadness and joy,  but she’s always managed to remain calm through it all.   (  her mother always said a quiet rage is much more deadly than if it were loud.  )   and yet,  when she senses the dash of anxiety in kaldur,  something stirs inside her.  she’s always been a bit too perceptive for her own good,  but this is different.  this is kaldur ;  if it’s enough to make him nervous,  shouldn’t she be nervous as well ?   (  no,  at least one of them needs to be clear - minded.  )   maybe it’s a desire to make things better for him —– maybe it’s the big - sister instinct kicking in.  or maybe it’s even more motivation for this to go as smoothly as possible.  dawn can’t put her finger on it,  but it fuels her further.  

“ we’d better rest up while it’s still early. ”   there’s a long night ahead of them,  that much is obvious.  jobs like this are never cut - and - dry,  always too drawn out and exhausting and complicated.  the last thing they need is to crash half - way through because of a rookie mistake of not resting enough.  no,  they were too smart for that —– even so,  the worries and research are enough to sap the energy from you.

        “ we’ll be okay.  you know that,  right ? ”

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.  that doesn’t make anything better.  it doesn’t make kaldur worry less.  this mission was different.  they would be going into uncharted territory,  a place that he’d never been to before,  but just knew how dangerous it was.  he was worried,  not for himself,  but for his dear friend right beside him.  she could handle herself.  she was more than capable of it,  &  he was not in any way undermining her skills.  the hero gig wasn’t something dawn was new at either.  but despite her calming demeanor,  he had seen her.  she could get reckless,  &  being reckless gets you hurt.  mistakes are made,  &  lives could be lost.

                    he gives her a small grin.  perhaps she would not lose her cool out on the field.  everyone knew to not question kaldur’ahm’s authority.  the mission came first.  no one knew that better than him.  most people did not take this job as seriously as he,  &  why should they?  the burden is not their’s to carry.  if they lose,  who is that on?  him.  perhaps he is simply afraid of failure.  kaldur was too old to make mistakes  &  to make it simple,  he just could not afford it.

      HE NEEDS TO GO. kaldur knows he does, dick knows he does, if he wants a real chance. but they’ve always had a knack for overplaying their odds and it’s not a change he’s willing to accept NOW. he does not pause at the console, but he does take a fleeting glance at his friend’s condition beside him.

     dick feels like a hollow shell, lungs ripped from his chest at the SINKING realization that kaldur might honestly be in no good condition to survive. “ no, no no no no i’m not – ” there it is, panic bubbling in his chest. dick liked to think himself EXPERT in keeping himself level in the field these days, but the THOUGHT of losing an old friend is too much too early too – “ i’m NOTlosing you ! ” his voice wavers; he slams a hand against the console at an ensuing error message. he won’t be able to disable it in time. screw the panel. screw this place. screw the guards threatening to tear through steel at any moment.

     it will be okay.

     the panic drains. he needs to move. he kneels, tugs kaldur’s arm around his shoulders and HEAVES UP. “ we’re FRIENDS. i wouldn’t leave you here to die if you BEGGED me to. ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌.  despite his young age,  dick had endured so much pain  &  trauma.  kaldur knew it would be selfish if he asked dick to abandon him here to basically die,  he knew how much that would break him.  how do you ask someone to just leave you?  to forget about you,  when they know they’d never see you again?  he knew how much he meant to the other,  but he couldn’t ask him to die with him.  it couldn’t end for him.  there was so much meant for him,  so much better things that he hadn’t had a taste of yet.  one could argue that was meant for both of them,  but kaldur’ahm didn’t care what happened to him.  if they continued to leave at this rate,  neither would make it out alive.  they’ve pulled off some miracles over the years,  but there was no way either was getting out of this.  unless dick left now.

                    ❝   your condition is much better than my own,   ❞     it feels worse to talk.  but he had to get his final words out.  the world around him was fading,  as if it weren’t real to begin with.  kaldur’ahm attempted to wriggle out of nightwing’s grasp,  trying to lower himself to the floor.     ❝ y-you must  —  go!   ❞

         “You know what’s wrong.” Artemis answers quietly before letting out a soft sigh. “He’s just on my mind again Kal.”

     “ didn’t you know? there’s no such thing as premature in the hero biz, kaldur. ” a joke. but coming from the guy who started at the ripe old age of NINE, it doesn’t seem that far off from the truth. “ well, premature or not, you DESERVE it. i know you’ll make a great leader, AND aquaman. ” it’s perfect for him, really.

     “ what do you say, celebratory lunch at bibbo’s? like the old days? ”