fly away with me

Baby Bird was an up-and-coming hero fresh out of high school, beginning her career as a  sidekick at a top agency. She was quick to gain popularity, but before her debut as a soloist hero, things went horribly wrong. Unable to come back from the incident, Arabella put away her costume and began her path as a support student.

dorm  ━ 𓅓

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“oh gods my head is killing me.” Neith whined as examined the chemical compound she was working on. She had been assigned to the support course as well as the rehab program. Though she tended to cut to violence, she was highly intelligent. “well that isn’t doing what i need it to. i’m missing something. but what?” She wasn’t talking to anyone in particular really. she had gotten used to speaking out loud constantly, as a way to deal with the isolation she had been subjected to. a way to trick herself into not feeling so lonely. “you better have water and Tylenol before you try to speak to me right now.” she said simply, when she heard someone approaching.

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥:

Starter Meme for @babybircl​ - bold is the prompt

“I’m not looking to make any friends so before you open your mouth with whatever it was you were about to say, save yourself the breath” she sighed, only looking over at the other when she was finished speaking. “There’s a reason I wander alone and it’s worked out pretty well for me so far, I’m not really looking to change that up anytime soon, so..”

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥​:

                             𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄   &   𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓   ,  𝒉𝒆  𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒔  the  spot  beside  him   ,   an  invitation  for  some  company   .   he’s  learned  that  it’s  always  best  to  offer   .   the  worst  that’ll  happen  is  that  it  gets  rejected   &   he’s  genuinely  scared  of  missing  an  opportunity  of  making  someone  feel  better   .   it’s  a  hardwired  notion  in  his  brain  that  he’s  born  to  help  people   .   sour  patch’s  smile  is  genuine  though  it’s  hardly  not   .   even  when  it’s  hiding  something   ,   the  smile  is  always  true   .   ❝   thanks   !   that  means   …   a  lot   ,   actually   .   i’ve  been  practicing  since  i  was  young   ,   ❞   he  explains   .   he  adjusts  himself  enough  to  start  playing  a  simple  tune   ,   something  that  he  didn’t  have  to  focus  on  too hard   .   ❝   you  can  call  me  sour  patch   ,   like  the  sour  patch  kids   !   it’s  like  one  of  those  nicknames  you  can’t  grow  out  of   …   what’s  your  name   ?   ❞

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥​:

“What happens when you get really scared, do feathers pop out or something?” Az asked, a smirk crossing her features. “Oh my god, can you fly a little bit like a chicken? Please say yes.” She shrugged. “Nope,” she said, popping her lips on the sound. “I’m just bored as shit, wandering around. There’s nothing to do here that isn’t nauseatingly postiive.”

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥:

Az stopped in the doorway, her eyebrows lifting. “Okay, first of all, don’t do that neck thing again, ever,” she said, referring to the way the girl’s head had snapped around. “You look like you’re in a horror movie when you do that. Second, I can really go wherever the hell I want and I’m, like, 99.9% sure you don’t have the authority to tell me otherwise. And even if you did, I’d probably ignore you.”

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥:

“yeah, we’ve got some stuff to work on.” he said vaguely. He didn’t want to be answering to many questions, and instead turned the attention back to her and her project. He looked at the small trinket in her hands, nodding. “What’s it supposed to do? Other than be a fire hazard?” he asked, the smallest hint of a smile at his small joke. 

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥:

                             𝒊𝒕'𝒔  𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕  𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕  someone  can  do   &   what  someone  can’t  do   .   sour  patch  can  make  other  people  smile   .   people  call  him  infectious  at  times   .   but  sour  patch  can’t  make  everyone  smile   .   it’s  been  tried   &   true  for  as  long  as  sour  patch  has  been  around  other  people   .   despite  these  clear  cans   &   can’ts   ,   he’s  still  trying   .   he’s  less  nervous  now   ,   having  been  to  his  classes  for  the  semester   &   feeling  familiar  with  his  surroundings   .   so   ,   because  of  that   ,   he  plays  guitar  in  the  campus  courtyard  just  as  the  sun  is  setting   .   fireflies  dash  in  &  out  of  sight   .   he  hums  a  tune   ,   every  now   &   again  singing  a  few  lyrics   .   when  he  notices  someone  nearby   ,   he  offers  the  sweetest  smile   .   ❝   any  requests   ?   i  could  be  your  personalized  ambiance   .   or   ,   you  know   ,   i  like  to  think  i  make  great  conversation   ,   too   !   ❞

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥:

“I was supposed to be meeting someone here. Evidently, they are late.” Osiris sighed. He knew he should have just stayed in his dorm. Now he was being forced to interact again. The first week was always terribly social. However, he was here now and looked like he would be waiting. ‘what are you working on?” he asked, but his tone didn’t hide the fact that he couldn’t care less.  

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥: