#archerbird

And then there was that post floating around on here about Dick being able lift like 1000lbs...

Therefore Dick can carry Roy around like a princess very easily.

“Actually…I made it.” His guess wasn’t too far off, really.

“It’s an early Candlenights, late Fantasy Thanksgiving tradition where I’m from; we try to come up with the ugliest gifts we can think of and give them to people to see who we can convince to take them. It was…a lot more sincere when we were children, but it evolved into something a lot more bitter. As you do.”

“Oh. Well, good job then,” he smiled in an extremely performative, fake way that matched the ingenuine nature of his tone. However, as she explained the tradition, his grin filled with actual amusement and he was wheezing with laughter before she’d completely finished.

“Okay, no, but seriously!” He snorted. “That’s delicious, I’m into it!”

He looked at the candle with much more appreciation, eyes glimmering with a mischievous light his friends knew would only lead down bad roads.

“Oh, don’t you just adore parties? I’m so excited to have a chance to dress up!”

Calliope did a jovial twirl, the wine red of her skirts rippling around her shins like a dark ocean tide. Even if formal events could be dreadfully dull, it was worth it to be seen.

“Are you having fun?”

There’s silence for a moment before Cass laughs, apparently she found that the other’s plight was pretty funny.

icangiveyouanything asked:

(๑♡∀♡๑) ((Idk it seemed funny))

“Whoa…” Before this moment, Calliope never believed in love at first sight. She hardly believed in love at all, until she found… Him.

It was shortly after she’d drank that weird Fantasy Soda, her head was left swimming until things became abundantly clear. Seeing Shade made her feel as if she were seeing for the first time after a lifetime in darkness. This was her destiny. Her soulmate!

She would have to make herself known.

“Excuse me! I hope I’m not bothering you, but…hi!”

Shade stopped when he heard someone address him, glancing down to see who it was that was speaking to him. She looked familiar and he wracked his brain, trying to remember her name. He remembered meeting her once in passing.

Oh, that’s right. This was that girl who said she was an ambassador with a school. What did she want?

“Ah, hello. Callie, was it? Did you need something?”

“Oh my stars and garters…” Cal murmured softly, caught completely off guard by both seeing him out at this hour, and the apparent injury that her new friend had sustained. For once, the weird dreams that had left her awake and restless had been a blessing in disguise.

“That certainly doesn’t look like just a tiny thing to me.” She was getting ready to nag him, both for being out so late, and for trying to brush off such an injury…but, it seemed that he’d already suffered enough for one night. Scolding him could wait, and medical attention was needed now.

“Sit down and let me see the damage. I don’t have much healing expertise, but I can at least get it cleaned and patched for you.”

       he attempted to move in a way where it was more convincing, hand not gripping his gut pressed against the wall in a casual sort of way to support him during the conversation && the one pressed to keep the pressure automatically flicking up to wave it away. the only problem was the hand was slick with blood, && when he acknowledge this he quickly shoved it back into the folds of his shirt. the action was swift, && he essentially whacked himself in the fresh wound. 

“ oouguhgh! i meaaaaan, see? fine! fine! ” still, help would be appreciated, && while he knew how to tend to his own injuries having someone else who possibly could patch him up in a less sloppy fashion would be fine. plus, where could he go? back to his dorm? if he entered the room && his dormmates caught wind of him looking like this he’d have too many questions to answer. he was friends with cal, but not as close as he was to those two. both literally && emotionally, the former meaning he would be in a room with fitz && bud physically && he didn’t exactly have the ability to ignore them.

       he sort of carefully supported himself against the wall as he dragged himself to the ground to sit. his hands slumped besides him, breaths hard && labored. he thought about how he sounded way worse than it was. dark eyes consider the face in front of him, but it was dark so he really could only see a worried pale face in front of his line of sight. he looked at her for a minute && then slurred.