ｗｅ ｃａｎ ｂｅ．

His head lolled back, a smile on his lips for a moment as he gazed over the room. There were so many people, and had he been more sober he would have been trembling from the nerves that came with being in such a loud, cluttered place. 

But this was his place.  And for the first time in a long time, he really felt like it was. 

He stood up from the blush, soft pink sofa that was situated in his own section of the bar, and wiped his hands down white skinny jeans. It only took him a few steps before he was stumbling into another body, his own inebriated form landing firmly on his ass. “Ouch,” A soft whine as he sat on the ground, a pout pulling at his lower lip. “You need to watch where you’re going– do you know who I am?” His tone had meant to be more threatening than it was, but Bambi just slurred through it all. 

The holding on tight, had certainly caused his mind to draw a blank. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard that sentence spoken to him.. Nor could he remember an exact circumstance where he was reserved to do so. It felt silly, and awkward, but the excitement in a new experience had him questioning the darker preserved thoughts in his mind; the ones that warned against physical touch. Though after an initial short grip, the death flashes were lacking. The young woman had a long life ahead of her, which caused Eric to smile and tighten his grip. He offered a meek and weary tone, “  O-kay.  Not too fast, I hope, just about half spee–?  ” His speech was interrupted by the effects and pull in the speed of light.

“Sir, your card has been declined.”

“What about this one?”

“This one, too.” 

“Even that one?”

“That one had insufficient funds.”

“But I come here lots and I’ve paid every time, maybe I can pay tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry, we can’t do that.”

“I just forgot to bring cash, it’s just a coffee and-”

“Listen, kid, you’re holding up the line here.”

The student was close to tears, his voice already bordering on whiny as the temptation to just use his power of persuasion to make the barista give him the coffee for free. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t come back later to pay for it, he just wasn’t used to not being able to rely on his cards. Being broke sucked.

(Not that he really knew what it felt like, even now that he’d been cut off by his parents. His boyfriend had enough money to his name to provide for the both of them. He just didn’t like the feeling of having to rely on his partner to pay for things that he used to be able to afford.)

With a trembling bottom lip, he turned around to look at the person behind him, eyes wide and pleading. “Could I borrow some money? I can give you my number and I can pay you back as soon as possible? I promise I have it and I’m not lying or trying to get a free drink, I just–”

Got recently disowned.

“Um… I have a problem with my cards…”

       “So…”

Robin flops on the seat next to the other, his fingers anxiously fiddling with something hidden between his hands and he bites his lower lip nervously, dying to tell someone about this so they could tell him he was just seeing things, that it was still part of the trauma, that this wasn’t real.

                       “…can you keep a secret?”

“ i’m sorry, it must be really hard to lose, but i don’t know what that is like, i am the best at everything i do. ” with a small laugh, viktor turned his attention elsewhere, found a garbage can a good distance away from them, atop of it, half hanging out, there was some subway wrapping. “ there, through the paper. i’m sure you can’t get that. ” he chuckled. with a tiny shake of the head, viktor stretched out his arm, yawned as though it was effortless. “ no need to sonic scream when i’m already the best person at shooting arrows in this city. ”

The ghost of the pains would likely follow Eric into next week. He tried to focus on her speech of morality, which was something he could admire. He nodded a long, sweetly to her responses. Though, he wanted to dispute her notions of him, he wouldn’t. Those thoughts were reserved for internal dialogue and were to be argued in his own headspace. A grimace would follow her words, as well as a courteous nod to express thanks for the comment.

“  Sometimes in my profession, I’m often the bad guy that speeds up the writing process.  ” he sighed. “  Those are wise words I needed to hear.  ” 

Revisiting her initial offer, a  lift in the eyebrows magnified the already budding intrigue. Did she perhaps mean to tell him that for a moment he could travel alongside and counter everything he’d just said about being speedy? It was quiet a bargain. In fact, in his mind, if the exact location was a hospital for check ups, the nurses could firstly cure any nausea that would come. “  I think… I’m willing to try anything once?  ”

there’s something calming about the city at night, something that raven likes to call home. but it’s also dangerous and she knows that, part of what draws her out during the dark hours of the day. there’s not much out this time of the night but she finds people anyway, wandering up regardless if she knows them. “what’s something you want to do right now?”

“Yeah! I mean, I think so,” he offered. Rohan found his company in interactions like these–he didn’t have a clique, per se, but rather people he liked to bombard now and again with his nonsensical stories. “You, dear Luna, are a diamond in the rough. You should be put in some kind of clone machine so other Luna’s can be dotted around the place.” 

“I can do that. It’s just like being on a very expensive roller coaster that makes your ears pop. I think if we ordered an in-flight drink, you’ll be fine.” Iris laughed behind her hand. “I’d love to see the castles. I like all things creepy–we’d have to make a stop at Nessies’ Lake, too.”

            “   is that a   REQUEST  to hear more   ?   “  she questioned,   a beaming smile replaced her previous expression as her head tilted with   CURIOSITY   .   lunetta   LOVED   people,   loved talking to them   -    and even more so,   loved sharing her stories with them.   she liked the idea of making people laugh,   or have a moment of happiness listening to them   (   which is,   quite often,   why they were more fantastical and   EMBELLISHED   rather than pure reality   )   .   “   but seriously   -   you can totally come with me next time   !    “ 

“Of sorts, but I am no healer, not of physical ailments at least.” Atticus began to beam, finding himself to be quite excited all of a sudden. He was glad that someone here thought that he was being useful, at least. “Thank you, Miss Malia! Your enthusiasm serves to make me very happy. However, I must ask, what does cosmetology fully entail? It sounds fascinating.”

“ oh, please, ” his arrows were decorated, because of course, they were. red and painted with flames. a childish version of destruction objectified. he pulled them out of the quiver and played with it for a second, playing imaginary drums, getting used to the weight of it in his hands again. “ you are gonna have to change your name to worse than noir after this, ” — after he took the right stance, it took viktor, maybe a second or two too long: holding the bow, pulling the string until it touched his cheek, adjusting his aim until he was sure it was going to the right direction. — it had been years since he had held any bows at all and still, somehow, confidence engulfed every inch of his movement. “ i’m good at everything i do. ” he shot. the arrow pierced through the air, quivered in its movements. a slight nudge from his telekinesis made sure it stayed in the right track. less than a second later, it pierced right through the cup. “ goddamn ! am i good at this ! ”

YONGSUN  SCOFFS.  HE  SIZES  HER  up,  as  if  suddenly  he’s  realizing  what  just  transpired.  In  a  way,  he  is.  He  didn’t  expect  Rosella  to  be  this  enthusiastic.  He’s  hanging  out  *??  With  people  from  the  League after  hours  *??  Unusual.  He  eventually  rolls  his  shoulders,  a  visible  sign  of  lowering  his  guard.  ❝  So  how  do  you  want  to  do  this  *??  You  know  I’m  not  as  fast  as  you  *&&  even  at  my  fastest  —  ❞  He  nods  towards  the  street,  where  his  motorcycle  is  parked.  ❝  I  still  wouldn’t  be  able  to  catch  up.  You  got  an  annoying  power,  that’s  for  fucking  sure.  Should  I  wait  here  for  you  to  change  *??  ❞

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the american flag cape swayed in the wind. nate stood outside the bank dressed up as captain awesome, his heart racing, eyes switching back and forth between the glass doors and the people inside. — the robbers had guns, that was the only thought in his mind. guns, bullets, powder, explosion. he hated how nervous it got him. how his hands started to sweat under uniformed gloves. “ we should have a plan, right ? before we walk in ? ” as if on cue his mind ran through thousand different scenarios, considered every horrible outcome to this situation. his heart spiked a beat. “ i could make their guns weight a tonne, they would have to drop it. then we could rush to make sure the hostages are safe ? ”

“ that’s probably a good idea. “ rosella admits, her mind trying to come up with a plan to help out as well. knowing running straight in wasn’t a good approach, even with her speed. “ i could also run in a circle around them and distract them. they likely won’t even see me coming. i can even tie them up ? if you captain and song can grab the guns or find a way to disarm them. “ if someone had told her years ago that she’d be speedy, helping civilians during a bank robbery with a trio she’d probably tell you, how CRAZY that sounded. but then again she was also content with this lifestyle.

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hank had lost the habit of doing it. sunk into his sheriff duties, let go of his police officer ones. it almost passed by unnoticed, disappeared without a second thought. he wasn’t really doing rounds, he was mostly trying to clear his mind, driving in the police car with no intent or direction, except— he caught sight of her car at the corner of his eye, noticed the violation without really meaning to. old habits die hard. — a few moments later, and they were both parked at the shoulder of the road. hank looking over his aviators glasses, staring down at the young girl behind the wheel as he stood besides her car. “ ms, do you know why i pulled you over ? ”