forged in fire

Illya’s brow furrowed, his lips quivering. He wanted to believe Dorothy so badly, to not see himself as a weapon, a monster. Illya reached out and cupped his beloved’s cheek. “You don’t and cannot know everything I’ve done. How I’ve lacked a sense of humanity,” he sighed, ashamed of his past. 

“They - militaries - they still do it to soldiers. During training, they’ll dehumanize the targets as much as possible to create elite killers,” Illya commented, having read an article about it a few years back. “We don’t think we’re killing humans anymore, and in that process we stop being human ourselves.”

Dorothy’s lips pursed as she allowed Illya to cup her cheek. “You’ve done... horrid things. I believe that. You were a weapon, a long time ago. You were the Soviet’s own Captain America. Not any more. You are your own man.” Dorothy slowly moved Illya’s hand down to her waist, pulling herself in close to him, dwarfed by his dominating figure.

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“You can’t tell man from monster, not if you think I’m a man.”

Was Bisterne charmed? Apparently. Strange, but yes, he didn’t mind every human he came across and Dorothy was indeed one he liked. Didn’t try and find pride through raising a weapon at him, and she did help him restore his body.

He didn’t say anything, just slowly lifted his arms and patted Dorothy on the shoulders, then the shoulder-blades. It was very hard for him to show affection, but he eventually managed to make a small hug. “There. Can you let go now?”

The hug was unexpected and Bisterne made a noise that would be more fitting to being punched in the gut. He froze for a moment, unsure on what to do. Dragons were feared, yet here was a little girl hugging him. 

Question: Did he like it? Well, he wasn’t pushing her off, because she’d end up flying through the nearest brick wall. 

“Did I? Can’t remember. But, if I did, I doubt I never said when.” 

Dorothy was ever the fearless young woman. She hadn’t even given second thought to the hug. Bisterne may have been capable of much destruction but she had charmed the dragon once and she’d do it again.

@ofheroesandscholars​ : Continued ~ Bisterne the Dragon

The dragon chuckled before he decided that talking to her in his form wasn’t exactly a way to bond with an old friend. His body seeped into a mist that formed between the scales, slowly sinking down to ground before rebuilding itself into Bisterne’s human form. Seems the glamour he used before was something that grew on him. Still towered over Dorothy. 

He cracked his neck against his shoulders.

“None that are already being lived in, if that suits you. And, last time was necessary.”

My hottest of takes is that the only actually amazing things from 80s Epcot were Imagination and World of Motion and I will fight Horizons fanboys.

the Dreamfinder was right about that. the Doctor was barely a Time Lord, in fact…she wasn’t even sure what she was. where she came from. who she actually was. but she liked to think that the past didn’t necessarily matter. 

she liked to think that the past didn’t matter but that wasn’t always true. she was the Doctor. she always would be. and she was working to be beyond what she had been, she was working towards a better self. she was not a timelord. she didn’t know what she was, but she was the Doctor and that’s what mattered the most. 

“okay.” she grins, pulling the lever. 

The Dreamfinder agreed with her on that thought: the past is behind us and, though important as the path that brought us here, didn’t matter as much as what lay in the future.

The being, born of the creativity and imagination of the universe itself: ageless, yet childlike, young as morning dew but even older than the Eternals, was never one for Time Lords. He found them a mostly dull and boorish lot, decadent and lacking in any creativity or imagination. The Doctor was different. The sparks of inspiration flew from her. She was a mine of imagination and creativity. There was enough coming from her that could fill an entire DreamPort. 

Sapphire amusedly stared down Supernova as he flew over to speak to her. She just shrugged at his question. “Can’t an evil mastermind have some fun?” she responded, deflecting smoothly. She eagerly leaned over the railing when he flew back down to free her victim. However, her grin quickly soured when Supernova simply set down the model on safe ground and returned to the railing to demand answers from her. Sapphire crossed her arms and pouted. “You didn’t even talk to him. I thought you had a better heroic bedside manner than that. What if he knew something about my plan to tell you? Now he’s gone!” she said, gesturing to the empty room behind Supernova. Even the lava seemed to bubble less enthusiastically as she realized her plan hadn’t worked as intended. But if Sapphire was anything, she wasn’t a quitter. Her next trap would have to hold long enough for her victim to get a word in with the hero. Ideas were already forming in her mind as she slowly backed up towards the escape elevator behind her.