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DIANA BARTON LIVINGSTON is a 25 year old PANSEXUAL, FEMALE, SHE/HER that hails from NEW YORK CITY. They are known as the hero LUMINA with the power of LIGHT GENERATION/EMPOWERMENT. Some people say they look a lot like ANA DE ARMAS. They are BENEVOLENT but can be FEARFUL. They are a member of the great HEROES UNION!

hi hello this is reg with my baby who is a very smol soft made of literal sunshine but will cry very easily, has v bad mental health and rly loves her moms (she has like three ok) and writes childrens books and has potty trained rabbits

Fawna wrapped her arms around her daughter and held her tightly “Oh my sweet sweet girl” she soothed, then taking a deep breath. “I always have time for my babies, family is key when it comes to being a Livingston, remember?” she said very softly, a tone only her daughters and Adria ever heard. “You never have to apologize to me, I always tell you this, Diana”

Diana sunk into her mother’s arms and she felt like a giant weight was lifted from her shoulders. She felt safe, like only a mother’s love could make her feel. She nodded, “I remember.” And she tried to quieten down the voice who told her she wasn't actually a Livingston. Trying not to apologize again, she bit her tongue and nodded, “How have you been, mama? I imagine the happenings from a few weeks ago have left more than a few fires to tend to. And I haven't really been that much help...”

Fawna immediately paused when she heard Diana’s soft voice and looked up at her “Darling…” she sighed gently, feeling immediate guilt wash over her “No no, not at all, I am just struggling with a bad mood at the moment. The reports aren’t quite that I was expecting” she admitted, then getting up from her seat and going over to the girl “What’s wrong?”

Diana bit her lip and pulled the blanket a little tighter around herself, “No, don’t feel bad, please.” She took a small step closer, “I know it’s your work hours, I just didn't mean to interrupt any serious business. You're a very busy woman.” She shrugged, “I just wanted to see you. And apologize for missing dinner the other night. And the night before... And, yeah.”

“I must say, this quarters projection is looking extremely promising…” Fawna mused mostly for herself as she flipped through reports in a binder, her thin lips pursing together as she found something that she wasn’t too sure on. It was then that the red head perked and she looked up over her glasses at the other who found themselves in her space “Well, spit it out…I’m dying of the anticipation…” she said lowly, showing she wasn’t impressed at being interrupted. 

For a scaredy cat with so much issues like Diana, the recent chain of events had been devastating. She had barely left her room in weeks, huddled in the dark under her blankets trying to come to terms with the horrible things she had done (to others and to herself, the drug paraphernalia in her ‘femme fatale’ clothes telling her the entire story she wished to forget). The ‘recreational’ drugs did not mix with her ‘official’ ones and the turmoil in her brain plus the withdrawals had pretty much wrecked her. But after 48 hours of complete solitude, she just needed some contact. Or more specifically, Diana needed her mom. 

Pale, shaky and with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she walked to Fawna’s office, hiding until she was done with whoever was in there. “Um, hi... Sorry, i-it’s me.” She stammered softly. “I-Is this a bad time?”

She watched her sit down before letting her arms glow, beginning to draw in the air as she kept her glare on Diana. She couldn’t help the smile that grew during this, excitement in knowing that Diana would be in awe at this. ‘It takes time to learn it, but we’ll start off slow, I’ll teach you how to do plain lines’ she explained

Diana’s eyes went wide as saucers as she took in the display in front of her from behind her sunglasses. “It’s like northern lights...”, she whispered in awe, forgetting to sign. “Yeah. I’d love to. Maybe it will even count as training for Liberty.”

Jo smirked “Yeah I mean a getaway is nice, even suburban is nice. A tiny farming and mining village in north England isn’t nice it’s just boring.” She insisted thinking back to home and how her childhood had been with a wince. “But a little getaway is nice now and then. It’s hard to leave things behind but you could try to do like, a summer home or something. Just somewhere to spend time now and then?” She suggested. “God no. I mean I admire those who are but getting my mouth to stop is a feat fit for Hercules and I’m not sure who would win him or my mouth.” She joked smiling. “You seem lovely!” She insisted. “So you’re not totally mad but that isn’t so bad. World needs balance here and there.” She assured warmly. Jo was loving this. It was nice, the girl was lovely and sweet and it was a flowing conversation where she didn’t feel like she was about to get punched. This was a nice change of pace. “Ugh yeah the beach!” She agreed brightly laughing. “Books are great and I love hopping the waves. People watching is fun too yeah.” She agreed. “If you ever want to go to the beach call me up! I love it there.” She said without even thinking that she hardly knew this girl in the coffee line. “Nah, not really. I’m actually horribly honest.” She explained. “So when I’m nice it had to be really true.” She explained. “You write kids books?! That’s lovely! Aww that’s cool you must be so clever!” Jo exuded excitedly. “You’re entertaining for me. I work IT and invent in my spare time. Well mostly inventing at least. I’m good at computers and physics. It’s just sort of a natural thing.” she explained. “I’d love to read one of your books! What’s one called?”

Diana’s imagination was taking the reigns of the conversation, trying to picture the places Jo was talking about, “What’s the name of the town? If you don’t mind me asking? It sounds dreamy...” She nodded, excited at the idea, “Of course. I’ve thought about it. Just packing a bag and getting an Airbnb at a secluded, picturesque location and just writing. I-I’m a writer, I don’t know if I mentioned that before, I don’t mean to brag, I just tend to be very flighty.” She stammered, her cheeks blushing. Diana chuckled again, “Hercules or... That’s a hilarious image. Though, I’m sure you could just charm him and win.” She shrugged bashfully. “I mean, you seem nice too and I have been told that I tend to reflect the energy that people reflect onto me, so... It’s all you, Jo.” She added with a smile. Conversations with strangers never went this good, she had trouble getting her coffee order out and this was just flowing so well... “I do love the beach. No matter the season. My moms think I’m crazy for just going out there all the time, but it’s a very liberating experience.” The bold comment made her blush even more, her eyes widening at the unexpectedness of it, but loving it nonetheless. “O-Oh, um... Okay... Actually,” She went for it and took out her phone, “I’d love to. If... If you really meant it. You could just... Like, give me your number?” She really hoped Jo hadn’t just been joking. Oh, God. What if she had been? Guess she’d just have to wait. Maybe Jo was as honest as she said she was. Diana waved off the compliment, “Not more clever than most, I imagine... I was just lucky to find a niche market and a highly successful and encouraging family.” Diana’s jaw dropped a little, “You invent? As in... Your inventions are related to IT? That’s... That's fascinating. My aunt’s a scientist and she invests highly technological creations all the time. So I’ve always had a lot of respect for the craft.” Diana looked down at her feet and tried to remember, “Um, my most successful one is called Loving Benji. And it’s about adoption and homoparental relationships and all... Just trying to implant my agenda into the newer generations.” She finished with a chuckle. 

‘The dark can be nervewracking, yeah,’ she agreed with an understanding nod. Before going to the ocean, she always feared the dark, it reminded her of the unknown and what could happen. And the fear of the unknown was worse then any other fear imaginable. ‘Yeah, sure, but you’ll need sunglasses for that one part. I don’t want to hurt your eyes’

Diana smiled sympathetically at the other blonde, always feeling like their words to each other carried unspoken knowledge and empathy. But she didn't want to invade Dove’s privacy. “Alright... Let me see...” She looked around in her bag until she found her sunglasses, putting them on and settling herself on the chair. “I’m ready.” She signed.

“Mostly, it’s cold, and she cuddles up next to me. So it’s not always bad. Only when it’s her turn to be on night patrol that’s when I turn up the heat.” He grinned. He could picture them fighting over that with mama bear coming to stop them. “I wish my mom did that, she just let us fight over it and whoever won, won.” He softly chuckled at his own memory. “You did great out there Diana, trust me.” He smiled. “I don’t think any of us were.” 

“Classic move, I dare to say?” She asked with a chuckle. Liberty had always been like some hybrid of cousin-aunt to Diana, the best leader the Union could ask for. “Oof, no. I wouldn't stand a chance. Eve is a spitfire, you know her. Plus, even if she's younger, I’ve always been the scaredy cat. Whatever she wants, I’d just rather let her get.” She sipped carefully on her drink, blushing a little at the compliment, “Thanks, Cam. Means a lot coming from you.”

The red head sighed, rubbing her brow slowly as the other spoke, feeling terrible for letting the girls anxiety get so out of hand “Diana…” she trailed off, before looking to her and letting out another heavy sigh “You don’t have to be better for myself or for Eve, you have to be able to get better for yourself, yourself only. Because you need to practice in self care and attention” she then offered her a small smile “Extend that heart of gold to yourself as well as others.”

Diana worried her bottom lip between her teeth at her mom’s sigh, knowing exactly what kind of sigh it was and hating that she had put it there. “I know, Mom... I-I know.” She said softly, “I promise I’m trying.” She nodded slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you for saying I have that... Heart of gold. I’m pretty sure I learned that from you.” 

“Yeah, yeah he is. Gideon, Gideon is his name. I think the two of you would get along marvelously” Amelia answered with a wide smile. Even tho she didn’t get along with her brothers very well she got along with Gideon best. “I’ll always find you, star. Always” she replied, “She’s always mad at me. I wouldn’t worry about it”

“Oh. That’s a nice name. I’d like to meet him... What does he do? Where does he live?” She asked timidly. There were so many things about herself she didn't know. She had never really felt like she belonged anywhere, maybe this would get her a little bit closer to it. “I just wish... We hadn't lost so much time.” She said with a shrug and a tearful chuckle. “I-I worry a little. Because you're both... You're both really important to me and I’d like it if you got along. B-But I don't think I’m in any position to ask for anything.”