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It's nothing like Arlathan, where the light is filtered more by all shape and color of leaves than clouds. Of course it rains in Arlathan—it wouldn't be so overgrown and well, forest-y if it never rained there. But the storms never seemed to last. Bellara can remember a number of times that the rain poured with hardly any clouds at all. A perfectly sunny summer day would open up over them with hardly a cloud in sight. It wasn't magic—Cyrian laughed when she suggested it—but it felt like it anyway.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Bellara startles—which is odd, because she knew Davrin was beside her. She hadn't asked him to come—but he hadn't really offered either. It was more of an unspoken understanding that he would be there. And Bellara would be lying if she tried to pretend she wasn't glad for it.
"Do I have a choice?" Bellara asks, and then, at the flicker of—well, something—across his face, she hurriedly amends, "No, of course I know I have a choice it's just—"
"Not any particularly good ones, no." He agrees.
Bellara has always found it a little difficult to track Davrin's particular brand of humor, so relief washes over her with the slight lift at the corner of his mouth.
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Hero x Diabetic Villain. This one is a little sweet 😉
Warnings/Content: Violence, Hypoglycemia (if I get it wrong, roast me in the comments), Needles, Skin Damage, Drug Mentions
Hero panted, swiping away the strands of sweaty hair falling across her eyes. Ten feet away, Villain struggled back up to his feet.
“Give up now, Villain!” She yelled. “Can’t escape from me!”
He sneered back. “We’ll see about that.” He lifted his hands, and her stomach plunged. A ball of energy pulsating between his fingers, growing larger by the second. Her eyes darted around the junkyard, looking for anything she could use for a shield. There! A scrapped car, the door should be thick enough. She dove, rolling right up to the car, but an angry yell yanked her attention back to Villain.
“No! Not now!” He howled, and the energy ball rapidly faded from trembling hands. Villain sunk to a crouch, skin paling.
“Um, Villain?” She cocked her head, trying to figure out what kind of trap this could be.
“Shut up!” He yelled back, and Hero could hear a distinct waver in his voice. Was he hurt? Did she throw him too hard? She took a few cautious steps forwards.
Villain wasn’t even watching her anymore. Instead, he was scrambling with something from his hip pack, face wrenched in desperation. Suddenly, a syringe appeared shaking between his fingers, a needle point aiming for his upper arm.
Not today, Villain.
Hero leaped, tackling Villain and yanking the drug-filled syringe from his hand.
“Ha!” She exclaimed, holding the syringe high up in the air, her knee pinning down Villain’s chest. “Nice try, Villain.” She was no rookie. Villains were always trying out new enhancers, trying to give their powers an extra boost in a pinch.
“Try?” Villain hissed. “What’s wrong with you? Give that back!”
Wrong with her? He was the one who looked awful, all clammy and shaky. Was he having withdrawals? She tried to remember those agency-mandated medical trainings she had attended, but it was all a blur. She cursed herself for sending so many memes instead of paying attention.
“Villain, drugs are bad for you. You should know better.”
The man beneath her laughed breathlessly. “You idiot,” he said, slurring like he’d had an afternoon beer or two. “That’s my Glucagon, Hero. Now…give it back.”
“Glucagon?! Wait, isn’t that a Pokémon?”
Villain groaned. “Oh my freaking head it’s my medicine,” he answered, keeping a sluggish gaze on her. “I’m…diabetic.”
She squinted at the label printed on the syringe. ‘Glucagon Injection.’
“Oh. Oh crap! I am so, so sorry!”
Hero removed herself from his chest, waiting to hand him the syringe until he sat up. Bracing himself on his hands, he heaved himself up to sitting, then immediately swayed to the side. She caught him, settling down against his side and wrapping an arm around him.
“Here, use it,” she said, shoving the syringe into his trembling hand. He grasped it weakly, staring at it like it was a giant sword he had to lift up instead of a tiny needle.
“Help,” he slurred, leaning heavily against her. Boy was he crashing fast. Was it related to using his powers? Was that why his energy ball had fizzled out so quickly?
“Yeah, yeah sure.” Hero nervously picked up his hand, then guided it to the spot he’d seemed to pick on the other arm. The skin there did look different, sort of lumpy and scarred. She inhaled, then plunged the needle into his skin and pressed down on the orange top, watching the liquid drop down from the tube.
Hero waited, expecting some kind of gasp and surge of energy from Villain. But he didn’t react like that at all, only breathing heavily on her shoulder. After a few minutes, she wondered if maybe she’d done something wrong.
“Umm. Is it working?”
His laugh was a slight huff. “Yes.”
“Shouldn’t you…be better now?”
“I’ll…be better in a bit. You can…go now if you want.”
“Go now? First of all, you are a criminal! I caught you stealing, and you need to go to prison. Second, I’m not leaving you like this. What if you need a hospital?”
“Nah,” he replied.
Hero held back a growl of frustration. She hardly wanted to spend “a while” keeping Villain from face planting into the dirt, but she forced herself to be patient.
“Don’t blast me, okay? We’re in a truce until you’re not in danger of going into a diabetic coma anymore. Oh, and speaking of diabetic, what on Earth are you thinking going around as a villain with diabetes!”
“I…what?”
“You’re a villain! Your job is fighting and running away from heroes! Why would you sign up for that when you have blood sugar problems! Are you even keeping track of your blood sugar? Where’s your glucose monitor? Do you even care about your body?!”
Villain didn’t respond.
“Okay, sorry. Don’t answer that, just…relax.”
And so they sat quietly, waiting for the glucagon to work through Villain’s body. It actually wasn’t too bad, hanging out with Villain when he wasn’t shooting painful energy blasts at her. Not that they were saying much, just kinda cuddling in a junkyard. She’d gone on dates much worse than this.
He broke the silence first.
“Supervillain pays for my insulin.” His voice sounded much stronger now, and he lifted his head off of her. “Before I joined him, I could barely afford insulin with my crappy insurance. So yeah, I do this risky stuff, but at least I can get my medicine every month.”
Oof. Hero didn’t have medical struggles, but even she knew how ridiculous health insurance could be.
“But…but your powers. Don’t they make your diabetes harder to control?”
He sighed. “Yes, but again. I don’t have very many choices at this point if I want to ‘take care of my body.’” He gave her a pointed look, and she flushed. She’d definitely put her foot in her mouth more than a couple times today.
“Sorry…I shouldn’t have said it like that. And taken your Glucagon. But, you really should take better care of yourself.”
He considered her for a moment, then shifted around, Hero letting the arm around his shoulders drop. Villain dug around in his pack again, pulling out one of those round monitors with a stick on the end. He waved it in front of her.
“Oh good, you do have one! What else is crammed into that little bag?”
“Lots of villainous secrets for sure.” He gave her a lopsided smile, then reached back into the pack. He pulled out a handful of gummy candies instead and popped most of them into his mouth. “Want one?”
Hero blinked. “Uh…sure?” She took the offered candy, which looked normal enough.
“Not poison,” he teased, mouth still a bit full. “Just a gummy bear.”
This was so weird. She ate it anyway, and Villain flashed her another grin before rising to his feet.
“Well, I’m off now. Thanks for keeping me alive, Hero. You’re actually not so bad. I’ll see you around.” Villain gave a little wave, then started walking off.
Hero knew what she was supposed to do. Catch the villain and all. But this time, she stood, and walked the other way. On her way back to headquarters, she stopped at a convenience store and bought a bag of gummy bears.
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