𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋 ➶ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

ON 'RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP' / @fightwing

he can't pinpoint precisely when the fixation on attempting to save Dick from himself had started ⸻ only that it'd begun early into their Teen Titans days, and that he now seemed unable to toggle the inclination for it off, cementing it as part of their dynamic for all posterity. it's the challenge of it that drives him to face the daunting nature of the acrobat's famed stubbornness, or so he'd conclude if he were to give the urge any serious thought. prolonged inspection of this , as it stands, was unviable for the archer; if he spent too much time pondering his attachment to Dick and the behaviors it wrought, both his sanity and pride would surely wither and waste away. “ hey, whatever works, right ? ” he shrugs, impervious to the bite in the other's response. this was part of the chase, after all. and while it could all go up in flames, his insistance stoking at the other´s frustration in a way that was only conducive towards a fight, he'd risk it all anyway if only to lighten, even briefly, the massive weight perenially perched along his capable shoulders. “ it's not like more hours of this will get you any closer to tying up those loose ends. ”

missing the love of my life

" it's pitch black and freezin' cold, " donnie grumbled, stuffing his hands into his pockets, " could'a warned me we'd be walkin' to wherever it is we're goin', harper. might've remembered to bring my damn smokes with me. " and despite the exhaustion weighing down on his every step, donnie found himself enjoying the jovial atmosphere they were in. it seemed that the frigidity in the air had done little to deter the locals from forgoing their weekend plans. a group of friends he'd noticed hanging around between the end of rancid creature's set and the beginning of great frog's tumbled past his shoulder, drawn towards the thumping bassline of a nearby club as though it were a siren's song. were he still able to stomach such a place, he might have followed in after them and spent the night losing himself in the hedonism of it all. it was the feeling of utter absence he missed the most about nights spent in the company of a hundred drunken strangers. the act of forgetting. the loss of thought. the clean slate. freedom. clearing his throat, donnie nudged roy with an insistent elbow. " well ? you gonna keep me hangin' around in suspense all night or what ? " he asked, " where are we goin' ? better be somewhere fun . . . " / @roysenal , from here.

it's funny he should mention the cold because Roy doesn't feel it one bit. his body was burning up from the exertion of his performance earlier, the thrum of adrenaline still coursing through his veins like whirlpools beneath his skin. drumming, to the archer, was not unlike beating bad guys to a pulp ⎯ just another way in which the archer could find catharsis with the constant restlessness he seemed to have been born with. the residual energy, however, was a high he never seemed to be able to come down from on his own. it was one of the many reasons he'd ever turned to heroin in the first place, needing the chemical fix to turn his brain off for a while. verdant eyes draw towards the group Donnie notices heading for the nearby club in passing, a flicker of intrigue brightening them before he turns away, knowing better than to consider prolonging the night in his current state. “ c'mon, D, you know that goin' anywhere with me is bound t'be fun. ” he remarks at the other from over his shoulder. a wicked gleam in his sharp eyes before he turns back and trudges on into the dark night. “ we're going to a tavern just up ahead. it's quiet and the food's good. you get bored, we can throw some darts. ⸻ you don't get hungry after drumming ? i always feel like i could eat a damn horse. ”