IN TIME, THEY WILL JOIN YOU IN THE SUN

OPEN STARTER FOR MUTUALS. 

❝ i’d totally challenge you to a race… ❞

❝ … but it would be so embarrassing for you when i dominated. and i just can’t do that to a friend. ❞

[text: mr. sunshine] well that is certainly a relief

he’ll stare at the small screen for a long moment after that one. reading it out loud in a myriad of tones, as if somehow he’d find the right one to fit to make himself feel better for how dorky he just sounds. he really shouldn’t be perspiring this badly. maybe the heater was on too high. it wasn’t. maybe it was it was purely nerves. the waiting game for whether or not clark kent would take up his offer and fly himself to brooklyn. just for a cup of…coffee.

[text: mr. sunshine] yeah? i do too. for a lot of reasons…

obviously………..

[text: mr. sunshine] Penny House Cafe, off of Washington ave? it’s just a nice little spot not far from my place. they have good pastries, too. incase you like pastries…

luckily, clark knows steve is a lot better at this in-person than over text. 

not that clark is, by any means, a master of flirtation, of romance, because he sure as hell is not. he emphatically is not, that’s for damn sure. 

but, being young as he is, he does know all about texting etiquette, at least.

THERE’S A SMILE LOST in the pockets of her cheeks. Everything inside her wants to offer him one, yet her lips betray her, sulking into something akin to a frown. Had she wanted to be a part of this world? She’s not so certain. She’d wanted to save it, certainly. Back then, when even the air seemed to hold a certain magic, Diana had believed so surely that she was destined to free this world of cruelty, then return home to her sisters. Then, she’d briefly imagined a life with her Steve Trevor, instead. 

But the truth is that, this world? It rejected her. Her beliefs. Her dreams. 

❛ I think I did want to, perhaps. When the world was different and the sun shined brighter. ❜ When her pilot was still with her… She shrugs off her sadness. 

❛ It would have meant something profound to you, wouldn’t it? Had I been from your world? I know my homeland. It’s made me who I am, both the presence and loss of it. But you, you’ve only known the loss. ❜

‘ do you really think it used to shine brighter? ’ he sounds skeptical, but he gets it, he does. the sun was lemon yellow and rich and bright, his entire world had been, really, when it was just ma and pa. nostalgia creates a country that never existed, a country easier to reminisce and live in - makes it easier to forget how he’d struggled for years to adjust to earth’s atmosphere, to his powers.

of course, he could never forget, but nostalgia softens the sharp edges of those memories. 

and yeah, he’s always wanted to save the world, but more than anything, he’s yearned to be a part of it. when he’d died for it, he thought that would cement it, that he finally would be. if only it were so simple. 

unexpected tears prick his vision that he blinks away, simply glances straight ahead in the distance. 

❛ YOU REPRESENT SO MUCH goodness in this world, Kal. ❜ She’s whimsical and sorrowful all at once. Looking to the distance with thoughts that only she is privy to. ❛ More so than I ever did. Or could. ❜

@enshrine​

a frown creases at clark’s brow, both at the name and the sureness in diana’s tone. she’s a woman who’s lived several more lifetimes than he has, she must know what she’s talking about. it’s part of why clark doesn’t correct her when she calls him that name - kal. another name, from another world. 

when she says it, it doesn’t make him feel so alien, as ethereal as she can be.

[text: mr. sunshine]  Well look at me, getting something right. I was pretty sure. It suits you somehow. sunshine.  [text; mr. sunshine ] that’s a lot of options… [text: mr. sunshine] impressive, but kind of a lot to think about. how about brooklyn? 

maybe it’s not the most creative choice as far as options went, but clark, he really just wants to dote you around his old neighborhood. buying you a coffee. something like that.

[text: captain rogers] you’re definitely getting something right 😉 

so he’s definitely grinning even more, stupidly. thank god steve can’t see him.

he may also be two time zones away from brooklyn, currently laid out in his racecar bed at the kent farm that was too small for him when he was a boy, but he can be there in less than a minute. it’s an effort not to leave immediately when steve suggests it but he doesn’t, because he does possess some restraint, actually.

[text: captain rogers] you are correct. sunlight is very much my thing. ☀☺  [text: captain rogers] you know, i could bring us anywhere you want for coffee. or anything, really.

ø / from zatanna please and ty - @enshrine​

[ 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙺 : ]  are  you  busy  ? [ 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙺 : ]  i  messed  up  on  a  spell  and  have  eighteen  pints  of  ice  cream. [ 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙺 : ]  please.  come  over  and  save  me  from  myself.

‘ were you, now. ’ 

of course, he’d noticed the metronome of steve’s heart, its strength too sturdy and firm to be that of any normal human’s. he also happens to know what captain america looks like, of course, but he’s being polite about it. indulgent, even.

clark sets him down on his feet. beyond a smudge of ash on his face, steve seems untouched by the wreckage from which he’d salvaged him. 

that smile gets a little more jejune when he meets his gaze again.

the heat in smallville is downright oppressive at this time of day, but the sun feels good on his skin. always manages to make him feel boundlessly energetic or sun-drunk, like a lion at mid-day. 

today, it’s the former. he busies himself with working on fixing his mother’s tractor. he’d heard bruce’s heartbeat from miles away but waited for him to approach him, and when he looks at him from underneath, he’s pleased to find him standing there in all black and sweating, because of course. only bruce wayne wears black in 100 degree weather.