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“well, that sure was A FLOP.” she only spoke once the room had cleared, with no one but kaldur around to hear; cissie didn’t mean to bring morale down, but she was never any good at keeping quiet either. as much as she appreciated the rest of the team’s efforts to be encouraging even in the face of failure, she wasn’t sure how helpful it actually was. “the bad guy still got away in the end     not much of a success, huh?”

❝          ———          𝐢          𝐜𝐚𝐧          𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞          𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠          𝐢𝐬          𝐨𝐧          𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫          𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝          ,          𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫          ?          ❞                    tremulous          sigh          ,          however          ,         idiomatic          he          remains          ,          a          rugged          emotional          rock          ,          his          sentimental          words          enunciated          o’          so          bittersweet        .          you          don’t          have          abide          by          this        pain          ,          THIS          EVERGROWING          TORMENT          ,          you          don’t          have          to          walk          through          the          devil’s          work          alone            .          without          thought          ,          without          annunciation          ,          a          timid          ,          yet          tender          palm          finds          refuge          in          the          grips          of          the          other          .                    ❝          𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞          𝐧𝐨𝐭          𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞          ,          not          now          .          you          can          tell          me          anything          .          ❞                    frolicsome          squeeze          ‘pon          the          back          of          his          hand          ,          angelic          grin          following          in          suit          .

. ﾟ * ｡ ･             “ i haven’t had anyone around long enough to ask for help,  i suppose. ” 

dawn didn’t mind being alone,  but she wasn’t particularly fond of it either.  being alone meant she was the only one accountable if a mission went wrong ----- she was only a perfectionist when the mirror was held up.  but being alone also meant exactly that.  no one had her back.  there was no one to lean on.  she doesn’t acknowledge this with resentment,  no ;  this was her choice.  dawn likes working with others,  but in small,  intimate teams where she knows and trusts the people by her side.

 and now,  kaldur is by her side.  she trusts kaldur.  

it’s as simple as that. 

                                         “ ------ i could use a hand. ”

                 she rises from the depths, an avenging angel. the chains round her arms and feet gone, slivered into nothings by the dagger, sharp and deadly and sun - beam bright in the palm of tandy’s hand. no, brighter. brighter, still. it’s blinding, like looking into a spotlight. or someones deepest, lightest, shiniest hopes. 

quizzically tandy stares at the dagger. it gleams brighter. power and confidence courses through her. it races with the taste of adrenaline. in her moment of despair, of fear and crisis, she’d saved herself. tyrone johnson can suck it. tandy is a survivor. and now, a master of her own powers. 

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