#3ndwalker

"𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔" | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

"𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?" even from behind kara, the smile on lois's face was clearly audible. warm + familiar. kara brought out a gentleness in lois unique to her ... one so unconditional it transcended speech ---- neither of them much of a 'spill your guts' type.

it was dark out. the large expanse of smallville laid out before them, stars seemingly stretching out forever. there she found kara, sitting on their back porch ... looking up like she could find something.

lois knew better than anyone that kryptonians didn't need to sleep. her gently snoozing husband upstairs seemingly did it for sport, despite feeling chipper at all hours of the day. lois ... she was bad at being human. in a multitude of ways.

when she opens the glass door further, lois is immediately met with the night's cold chill --- something she was ill - equipped for in her t-shirt and shorts. she does, however have a blanket wrapped around her shoulders that grows tighter the more steps she takes forwards.

tentatively, lois ends at her destination, seating herself next to her visitor. wincing at the contact the backs of her thighs make on the chilled patio. she sidles up next to her, opting for more of a side - glance than a full stare. " you're okay kara. and you're getting better every day, even if you don't notice. i notice. " one - handedly, lois pulls half of the blanket over kara's shoulders, even if she didn't need it.

@3ndwalker asked: " You think everything and everyone is beautiful."

"Everyone   keeps   sayin'   that."   There   is   a   short   pause   as   he   looks   around   them.   He   brings   Kara   around   the   farm   whenever   he   can,   and   mainly   because   his   Ma   would   not   have   it   that   Kara   is   left   out   of   family   dinings   now   that   they   know   she   is   his   cousin.   The   place   does   bring   hope   to   him   in   a   sense,   calmness,   a   reality   he   reminds   himself   exist.   Smallville   seems   so   isolated   from   the   rest   of   the   world,   it's   his   very   own   Fortress   before   he   even   knew   of   the   one   in   Antartica.  

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if it was difficult to parse the huntress’ EMOTIONS underneath all those mountainous layers of grim and gritty, then it was on PURPOSE. she wasn't one for hero-worship or making herself palatable, but gotham had really thrown a curve-ball her way that night:

the supergirl welcomed her assistance?

well, helena was glad to be of service — even in moderation — and she had no reason to inquire about the super's presence in this part of the world. likewise, supergirl hadn't pressed on huntress for anything, either.

a metaphorical wall, between the two, like a FORTRESS. it could've helped support the illusion of safety, had they both left off the conversation here.

but helena allowed the mystique — almost mythical, mostly arbitrary — to FALTER by chuckling a low, amused chuckle that was truer than most of what she had said so far.

“ so tell me . ” her voice is soft , almost like a comforting hug, it was gentle and always supportive . a way of being there for another SUPER without the masks , the capes , the heroism of it all . she waits for a bit for her to gain the confidence . “ — i think , the strongest people , have the most incredible journeys . and that comes with all of it . the good , The bad . the ugly , the pretty . ”

“  not  more  than  most  people  do.  ”  the  response  was  almost  instant  ,  the  way  he  dismissed  her  worry  with  not  much  thought  at  all.  some  would  call  it  people  pleaser  behavior  ,  but  it  was  the  truth  when  it  came  to  right  now.  “  if  anything  you're  doing  a  lot  better  than  most.  asking  the  right  questions  that  wouldn't  make  me  trip  up  and  give  too  much  info.  it's  comfortable.  really  ”