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She does have to give Raven that. ❝ No, he just bootlicks everyone else who tries to do it, ❞ Artemis says. It's almost comical how afraid she had been of a Crusher as a child. When compared to Trigon, he was nothing. ❝ Yeah? Glad you like it. It's one of my favourite places. There's a great book store right near it, and I spent a lot of my time here during my first year of college. ❞

 ㅤ             A  LAUGH  LEAVES  HER  ,  soft        &&         quick  ,  a  rare  sound  to  come  from  the  titan  unless  she  was  around  a  certain  blue  bird.  lips  ease  into  a  smile  ,  attention  shifting  away  from  her  company  ,  taking  in  the  somewhat  active  neighborhood  on  the  other  side  of  the  street.       ❛  what  was  that  like. ❜       she  ask  ,  brows  furrowing  briefly  before  stilling  her  features  back  into  a  semi-neutral  expression.         ❛  collage  ,  i  didn’t  get  to  go  ,  between  titans  ,  the  cult        &&         keeping  my  father  contained  normal  life  didn’t  really  happen. ❜          

ㅤ⸤   𝓡.   ⸣        —         ❛  nothing  ends  poetically  ,  it  ust  ENDS         &&           we  turn  it  into  poetry.  all  that  blood  was  never  once  meant  to be  beautiful ,  it was  just  red. red  as  the  wine  we  raise  in  celebration.  ❜

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@rcliicta sent : “so much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.” - scar

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── they're standing together on the observation deck, and of course it's gotten to this point in the light conversation, wherein leonard has to back himself up from the instinct to scoff and make some quip about the dangers that ultimately linger out there among the awe-inspiring things the other is likely daydreaming of. instead of acting on that base feeling, the southerner shakes his head, sighing quietly to himself before bringing his arms up from the railing to fold them loosely over his chest.

" yeah, and it's our job to start makin' things a little less unknown out there. captain says it's gonna be fun. kiss my ass it's gonna be fun. " a little roll of hazels and he's shaking his head again, as if trying to knock the negativity loose. " i'm just hoping that we won't discover too many new diseases on the path to enlightenment. "

ㅤ⸤   𝓡.   ⸣        —         it’s  almost  comical  how  scar  finds  it  all  still  so  nerve  wracking        …         being  on  the  observation  deck.  even  after  years  of  training  simulations  in  the  fleet        &&         daydreams  about  being  here  ,  the  chirean  is  still  anxious.  fingers  twitch  at  his  side  ,  foot  tapping  lightly  against  the  white  floors        —         careful  not  to  draw  attention  or  scuff  the  deck  with  his  boots.  a  soft  chirp  leaves  him  ,  the  sound  rattling  around  at  the  back  of  his  throat  when  the  doctor  speaks  ,  he  trusts  mccoy. 

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She'll take the win of Raven staying though. Leaning into the warmth of her body heat. Despite her protests, there's a slow, sleepy blink that creeps up as she melts into the older girl.

 ㅤ             SOMETHING  IN  HER  CHEST  SHIFTS  ,  each  time  she’s  around  one  of  the  kids.  a  warmth  she  doesn’t  want  to  look  too  deep  at  ,  in  fear  of  her  emotions  getting  the  best  of  her  again  ,  so  she  leaves  it  alone  for  the  moment.  fingers  find  the  younger  girl’s  hair  ,  brushing  through  the  blonde  locks  as  raven  settled  back  into  the  bed.

       ❛  that  is  true  ,  but  i  doubt  any  ones  stories  can  compare  to  yours.  ❜       she  hums  with  a  gentle  smile  before  letting  out  an  exhale.  silence  falls  between  them  for  a  moment  as  the  half  demon  ponders  over  a  story.         ❛  okay  ,  let’s  see  here.  ❜       her  gaze  lifts  towards  the  ceiling  of  the  room  ,  head  resting  back  against  the  headboard  as  she  starts  the  story.       ❛  once  there  was  this  young  girl  ,  shy        &&         scared  to  open  herself  up  to  others  ,  because  if  she  did  something  bad  was  bound  to  happen.  people  who  got  close  to  her  ended  up  hurt  ,  so  it  was  just  easier  for  her  to  be  alone. ❜       

ㅤ             the  laughter  that  leaves  him  is  damn  near  theatrical  ,  although  the  grin  on  his  face  stretches  a  bit  too  wide  it’s  organic  ,  nonetheless.  features  shift        &&         stretch  into  something  more        …         marketable.  chest  puffed  out  ,  arms  extending        &&         bulking  out  in  a  manner  that  resembles  superman  just  a  bit  too  much.       ❛  you  mean  these  arms  ,  ha  ha. ❜       his  voice  is  deeper  ,  a  rumble  in  his  chest  that’s  purely  for  show.       ❛  they  are  pretty        …         super. ❜ 

Prior her entrance, she had made sure to lock the door behind her back, one wasn't too cautious, even though getting caught in the middle was something that could appeal her at times. The suit was always very tight, & it felt like a relief when her flesh found freedom, curves slowly appearing to the one & only cupidon who stole her heart years ago. It landed on her ankles, heavy and she shifted her toes ouf of it. She knew the effect she could have on men, but what only interested her, was the one Ollie Queen was always giving her: a mix of passion & desire, but more than anything, she knew for a fact that he loved Dinah for her personality ; the good looks were definitely a bonus. & Canary was far from complaining when it came to her Robin Hood. He was simply perfect. Although, she refrained from telling him too often, because his ego wouldn't bear with him.

"So..." she began with the hint of a smirk, barely her stockings still on, index now pressed against her man's suit, "Lex is definitely good advice, right ?" A beat. She leaned her body against him, hoping to reveal more... "Do you mind taking lunch now ? Because you're making me very hungry Robin Hood..." Dinah leaned on tiptoes to reach his soft lips, caught his mouth a loud moan already. One hand cupping his strong jawline, the other expertly unbuttoning his jacket to reach his tie. "Do you care very much about that shirt babe ?"

ㅤ             THE  FEEL  OF  HER  LIPS  AGAINST  HIS  HAS  HIS  BODY  SINKING  INTO  HER  ,  hands  instinctively  finding  placement  on  her  hips.  thumbs  brushing  along  her  skin  seeking  that  softness  only  she  has.  green  eyes  flutter  closed  at  the  sensation  of  her  body  pressed  against  his  ,  bare  skin  cladded  in  so  little        &&         yet  so  much.  a  hum  leaves  him  at  her  words  ,  having  felt  the  vibration  of  her  tone  voice  against  his  lips        —         though  he  isn’t  entirely  sure  as  she  says.  oliver’s  quick  to  agree  none  the  less.

ㅤ             his  head  tilts  ,  leaning  into  her  touch  just  enough  for  his  lips  to  brush  against  the  palm  of  her  hand.  teeth  sinking  lightly  into  the  meat  of  her  palm  ,  a  playful  nip  as  his  hands  start  to  roam  over  her  curves.  memorizing  each  inch  of  her  ,  as  if  he  could  ever  forget  the  feeling  of  her  skin  under  his  touch.  it  takes  the  archer  a  moment  to  register  what  she  said  ,  placing  together  what  clues  he  could  gather  from  those  fingers  skillfully  undressing  him.       ❛  might  not  want  to  ruin  it. ❜       he  breathes  out  against  her  skin  between  soft  kisses.  palm.  wrist.  jaw.  cheek.  until  finally  he  finds  those  lips.       ❛  might  want  something  to  wear  around  the  office  ,  something  not  so        …         tight. ❜       

ㅤ             not  that  he  minds  ,  oliver  wins  regardless  her  attire.  his  clothing  ,  hers  ,  nothing  ,  his  pretty  birdy  had  the  best  feathers.  hands  come  to  rest  against  her  rear  ,  a  playful  squeeze  before  lifting  her  with  ease          —         turning  to  place  against  the  edge  of  his  desk.  reluctantly          &&         much  to  his  surprise  he  managed  to  pull  his  hands  from  her  ,  shoulders  rolling  as  he  shrugged  off  his  jacket  assisting  her  in  the  removal  of  his  outer  layer.       ❛  i  think  i  can  take  my  lunch  a  little  early  for  you  pretty  bird. ❜