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6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?  - he definitely felt more rejection as a child. not just from his parents, but from his peers as well. 

15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? - he graduated high school, but never attended college. 

19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now?  - he used to believe that all people were inherently good and wanted to better themselves. it wasn’t until after college that he realized just how wrong that was. 

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?  - he really wants to be able to trust his partner and trust that no matter what, they will try to be the best person they can be. he loves sex, but it’s not a deciding factor in who he dates. 

lena luthor. ( @digimmortality  )

‘ I’m SORRY I haven’t KEPT in touch the past few weeks ‘ Kara confessed to Lena as they settled onto the couch in Lena’s apartment. ‘ there’s BEEN a lot on my plate. ‘ Kara added with a sigh taking a sip of the red wine placed in front of her. she’d managed to wake up from her coma, but everything was A MESS, still. the only SECURE part of her life had been STRIPPED away; being SUPERGIRL. who was she now?  ‘ anyways, ENOUGH of my moping. tell me about YOU. how was CHRISTMAS? ‘

@digimmortality for Asurael.

There was a shy (and slightly nervous) smile on his face when he caught sight of Mr. Greaves standing near a bookshelf again, lost in another book from the looks of it. It was nice to have some company in the library and to see someone else enjoy books like he did.

Approaching the older man, Abel held a book close to his chest and he took a deep breath, trying to keep the electricity at bay that he could feel building up under his skin. 

“H-Hello again Mr. Greaves. Is there something I could help you with? Get you something to drink maybe while you enjoy your book?” 

A blush formed on his face when he realised that he might have stepped out of line with bothering the other man like this and he had to use most of his concentration to stop his electricity to surround him (or cause his eyes to glow golden of all things). Dropping his gaze, he mumbled a quick “S-sorry to bother you.”

    Finger flicked through yet another page, eyes following the words on the yellowed paper -- only to be interrupted by a voice. Looking up, he blinked once ( slowly ) and stared at him for a little longer that would be socially normal. His back itched, he realized, and only moved to scratch at the scar there before answering. 

Coming to the library to read was a hobby of his, but the company of the boy in front of him was a calming presence when his world of grays and darkness came to be too much. Finally, he spoke. “Hello. I require no help.” He was about to turn his attention back to the book when the other spoke again. 

@digimmortality

                      “i need another set of hands over here!”  april requested,  words called out over her shoulder before her head turned back to focus on the nearly flatlining patient in front of her.  every second that ticked by counted monumentally.  “hit his head hard in the crash and he’s losing a lot of blood,  fast.  i can’t get the bleeding under control.”