Lillian Luthor

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@amazonluthor​  said:  “ could… could you just hold me, a while? ”

she  doesn’t  say  a  word  at  first,  just  watches  lillian  for  a  moment.    jane's  still  on  high  alert,  angry.    angry  that  she  can’t  take  a  nap  herself  and  leave  someone  guarding  the  woman  that  something  happens.    well,  ALMOST  does.    she  spent  half  her  life  being  an  assassin,  she  wasn’t  going  to  fail  lillian  easily  like  that.    taking  a  deep  breath,  she  does  another  sweep  of  the  room,  looking  out  every  window  there  before  she  makes  the  way  towards  the  other,  but  not  before  leaving  her  gun  aside.    the  woman  has  seen  enough  tonight.    ❝  are  you  alright?  ❞    standing  at  the  edge  of  bed,  she  waits  for  the  woman  to  give  her  space  to  sit.

         Oh — ! Relief floods Anne’s senses, flowing over her like soothing balm, or the embrace of a warm bath after a day’s long, hard labour. She snuggles close, sighing with relish as anxiety eases its iron grip on her heart, and offers her forehead gladly to Lillian’s kiss. Her grasp finds the gentle hand caressing her cheek, fingers twining intimately around her wife’s softer ones. How her spirit rejoices at so generous and so honest a gift of affection! She catches Lily’s resplendent gaze, rather perplexed at the ease with which the woman’s glowing devotion burns away her long-harboured melancholy. Almost, she finds herself objecting to the power of Lillian’s governance over her temperament — but THEN, to love is to deliver oneself truthfully to another’s mercy, hoping to fall into benevolent hands. Whom else to trust, if not this kindest and sweetest of women? She can envision none better suited to the care of her heart. A smile plucks coyly at the corner of Anne’s mouth. She hides it in a kiss against the warmth of Lillian’s palm.

         “ It … ” Again, she swallows, unaccustomed to such hesitance in her self-expression & somewhat vexed at the inelegance of the words tumbling across her tongue. “ … Might not always – be like this. It’s not - it isn’t you. I’ve no aversion to your touch. But … from my first conscious thought, I’ve shied away from — mm. ” Disquiet tightens her features, makes her gaze skitter away for a moment. “ It isn’t in my nature to receive. Not very readily, anyway. But it might change, one day. For you. ” A deep, chest-bursting breath. “ I just need time. That’s all. ”

Lillian lifts her hand, touching her fingers to Anne’s chin to tilt her head up so that she can lean down and kiss her sweetly. She slides her fingers along the line of Anne’s jaw to curl around the back of her neck, and rests their foreheads together when she pulls away. ‘Anne... you don’t have to change anything about yourself for me. If you never want that, I won’t be upset. It won’t... change how I feel about you’. She runs her hand over Anne’s shoulders, her nails raking lightly over her skin. Her brow furrows, her stomach twisting oddly, and she’s not quite sure why she feels so unsettled by the thought. 

“  i’ve  got  to  say,  my  love  life  has  been  pretty  much  non-existent  for  as  long  as  i  can  remember.  “    she’s  a  little  bashful  as  she  glances  towards  her  half  -  empty  glass  of  merlot,    finger  coming  to  absentmindedly  brush  against  the  side  of  the  glass.    she  isn’t  usually  so  nervous  but  it’s  her  first  date  in  over  a  year  and  lillian  is  .  .  .    breathtakingly  beautiful.    god,    she’s    just  her  type.      “  so  forgive  me  if  i  seem  like  a  novice.    i  don’t  put  myself  out  there  too  much  anymore.  “  her  gaze  finally  lifts  to  meet  with  the  other  woman’s.    “  but  i’m  glad  that  i  came  tonight.    you  really  are  good  company.  “ 

starter call     ,      @amazonluthor

Lillian’s more than a little surprised by the statement, simply because she can’t imagine that Abby would have trouble finding someone who’s interested in her. And yet she finds something about the admission settles the anxiety bubbling in her chest, and a small, but genuine smile curves her lips. ‘If it helps at all... you’re not alone there’. 

“ i’d follow you to the ends of the universe, if you asked me to. ” | @amazonluthor​

This is unbelievable, she thinks. How could someone possibly treat her like this in the most gentle way through words that had her shuddering at the slightest. And by the Gods, Hela had never felt so vulnerable like this in her life. All because of a human, so beautiful that she had grown to adore each day.

Her beloved Lillian. 

“Ah, my dearest,” Chuckling softly, Hela’s delicate but cold fingers brushes over Lillian’s cheek. A small but affectionate gesture she offers. “I’m not going anywhere when I’m stuck with you. Where else could I possibly be, mhm?”

Lillian's eyes flutter closed as Hela's fingers brush over her cheek, the touch soothing. She lifts her hand, catching Hela's in her own before the woman can pull away, and holding it against her cheek. She tilts her head slightly to press a kiss to Hela's palm, and murmurs, 'oh, I don't know. I can think of a few places a goddess might wish to go'.

‘ WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY  ’

@amazonluthor​ asked:   ‘ here, let me help you. ’

Yielding a sharp and involuntary breath, a knee jerk response to the first attempt she’d made to drag her limp, awkwardly angled left arm in and across her soot-stained armoured chest,  Alex lifted her chin to meet her unlikely savior’s eyes with grit jaw and taut, tense shoulders ;  a glower, locked somewhere between hesitant and dubious, that began to wane just as quickly as it’d flourished.

For what felt like eons, in her eyes, Lillian had been the devil, or close to it  — a spectre of furtive infamy and terror, all hidden in the ever roving shadow ( the living, ever shifting source of so much pain )  that had been Cadmus.   To trust her now, when, in spite of her numerous attempts at proclaiming her innocence, her unwillingness to do any of the things she’d done… it seemed to go against Alex’s very nature, her instincts, her every staunch belief in justice.  

Still, there was a lingering kernel of J’onn’s wisdom she couldn’t block out;  That people inherently changed.  That, whatever their past sins, people could change.  That without giving people the room to absolve themselves of their mistakes, without giving them a chance to do better, to do the right thing, what was the point in trying to save everyone?

In contempt of her hesitation to shake off her distrust, Alex extended her uninjured hand in irresolute assent.  Sceptical or not, the agony radiating through her ostensibly broken arm made it difficult to discern just where the pain began and ended, let alone pick herself up off the parking lot asphalt.

“ Look —  I know that you are trying to convince me that you are on our side, ”  she rebuked.  “ But I can take care of myself. ”

Lillian’s almost surprised when Alex extends an arm towards her, the insistence that she needs help dying on her tongue. She can’t blame Alex for her hesitance to trust her, or her thinly veiled hostility. Even though she’s been assisting the DEO against Cadmus, she suspects Alex is waiting for the other shoe to drop. That she’s expecting her to turn on them, or believes that perhaps this is part of a longer game she’s playing. It’s understandable, considering their history, and she’d thought she’d have to push harder to get Alex to let her help at all. 

he’s desensitized enough to the phrase I’m sorry about your father at this point that he doesn’t flinch, barely reacts at all beyond a small nod. “uh, thanks.” it never gets any less awkward hearing it, but at least it’s not enough to completely throw him off anymore. he doesn’t echo the sentiment, doesn’t apologize for lex or his father. even if it doesn’t make her feel awkward, he would, and he’s already awkward enough around lillian without the conversation going in that direction. something about her, how composed and shut off she is, just makes his already awkward personality that much worse. it’s easier when they’re working, at least; he’s in his element here, and he can tell that she is too. it’s nice. “can you pass me the… five-point screwdriver? medium one.” changing the subject isn’t exactly a brave move, but that’s not about to stop him.

It’s easy to see that she’s made him feel uncomfortable, and she bites back the urge to apologise for it. There’s always an edge of awkwardness to her interactions with Kara’s friends, though she can hardly blame them. Still, things are certainly easier with Winn, and she wonders if that’s because they both feel at ease here. There’s something undeniably good at being able to build things again, and she’s touched by the fact that Winn, at least, trusts her to help. She hands over the screwdriver after a brief glance at the tools on the table, and says, ‘is there anything I can help with? What are you working on?’ If he wants to change the subject, she’s not going to object.  

“ What’s going on in that HEAD of yours ? ”

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She’s been caught staring, and her lips curve in a soft smile at the question. She shifts a little closer along the couch, resting her head against Valk’s shoulder, and murmurs, ‘I was just thinking about you’.