#*responses.

NEW YEARS EVE KISSES.

the sky is erupting with bright colors as fireworks bring light across a moonlit valley. a spectacle for all to witness. sounds of joy, laughter and celebration in the distance.

a hand, secure and warm, is resting upon her shoulder. but not just any hand. his hand. they are seated together on a bamboo bench, dressed at least, in celebration of the new year to come.

she feels his leathered fingers cup her chin, bringing her gaze to meet his. her palms come to rest on his upper torso, almost as if they're going to snake around his neck.

she knows what's coming. the warmth of his breath as his mouth inches closer. fingers flex in anticipation. however, just as he's about to kiss her, she catches his chin.

her words soft.

‘ kisu suru no ni tokubetsuna jikan wa iranai yo, doragon. ’ ( we don't need a special time to kiss, my dragon. )

talia strokes his stubbled jaw in an affectionate manner.

for this singular moment, she doesn't want to blemish the exchange with words. words, sometimes, carried little. actions however, spoke greatly. stepping in closer, she'll press her head into his shoulder and nestles there. an obvious sign that the assassin has no plans to leave anytime soon.

@bruz3r.

‘ hm. ’ clark looks thoughtful. ‘ you almost look lke my husband. ’

@bruz3r.

hand on her hip, brow raised to the tenth power. if there's one thing lois lane isn’t, it's easy. ‘ remind me, exactly, what we won, mister billionaire? ’ arms crossed over her chest. ‘ know i'm not rollin’ in wealth. ’

@bruz3r.

PROMPTS.

the assassin was more than accustomed to bruce's antics, so when she had the upper hand, she took it. not that she's in the habit of bragging, but she wlll enjoy this moment for however long she has it. in the warmth of early morning light, she catches him. fingers curled around the worn collar of his good evening shirt and pulls him in for a kiss that not only lingers, vut promises to keep his mind from whatever focus he might have had ahead of him.

poor bruce.

@dramatisperscnae.

the sad thing here, the really sad thing is that the brash comment doesn't even make him flinch. as if he hasn't heard something so cutting a million times over. he gives it little more than a passing thought, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

‘ thank you. ’ his tone is calm, though gentle as ever. large paws laid upon the desk before him, atop several open tomes in a variety of subjects. his thoughts though, are on his company and perhaps what fel needs.

if anything else but that singular notation.

‘ were you curious about something in particular? ’ back to the business at hand, if there was any.

@sorrowsick.

‘ guess you'd be more interested in the first 'cause by my second death... ’ a shrug of the slayer's shoulders. comparatively speaking, her initial death was much more difficult to deal with than the second one. by the time the second one came around, she knew what she was doing.

‘ so... i was into the business of slaying for about two years and my... watcher wasn't the best. hadn't taught me anything... or barely.’ mina sneers at the memory. a moment or two. a breath.

‘ patrol has been dead otherwise, heard rumors of a werewolf in the area. turns out, really shouldn't try to take on one by myself. despite what i know. wound up getting my throat ripped out. ’

she pulls her collar down, revealing the ugly scar. ‘ got this for my troubles. ’

@sorrowsick.