#fairdoves

                 dick wasn’t nervous before. not when dawn granger, the girl across the hall boldly walked up to him to ask him to be her   (FAKE)   boyfriend for christmas. in   LONDON.   dick wasn’t nervous when they had dinner a few nights before their flight, and finalized all the details. he wasn’t even nervous when he lied to his family about where he’d be. they all had their own plans this holiday season and he highly doubted they’d keep tabs.                   dick was nervous now.    he liked dawn, she was a great friend to have and someone who deserved the ultimate   BEST   in the world. and she clearly wanted her family to have a good christmas, and for that, they would have to like dick. not just as a person but as dawn’s   BOYFRIEND,   and although dick considered himself a fairly personable guy, it always came with it’s own bundle of nerves. especially when the stakes were this high.   LITERALLY.   they were already in the plane, and   NOW   dick is starting to think   ‘oh, maybe i’m in over my head’. but that’s why he has dawn right? all dick really has to do is laugh when the conversation needs it and say   ‘you have a lovely home’   upon entering. this was dawn’s christmas, he just had to play his part.                   “ so how long have we been together again? “         dick feels like if his brain would just   SLOW DOWN   he’d definitely remember, but he’s doing that thing where he’s double checking all his intel too fast. up until a few weeks ago all dick really knew about his best friend’s roommate was that she was a dance major and that the   ‘force sensitivi-TEA’   mug in donna’s kitchen was actually hers. and really, dick’s   HAPPY   they used this as an opportunity to get to know each other, but now that he knows her, he really   really   wants to help her out. she deserves the best.                “ and how did we meet? “

Protective sentence starters??

“ well you can stop giving a shit, cause i don’t. “ sirius was well aware that he wasn’t being fair, but the world had never been fair to him, so why the hell did he owe it to anyone else? he was also aware that he was taking out his anger for someone else out on dawn, but she’d been the one to approach him. “ hell, maybe i want to get hurt. you barely fucking know me dawn! “ the anger was seeming to drain out of him now that he was getting closer to the source of the problem. he did want to get hurt, physical pain had always seemed more attractive to him that emotional pain. but it never did distract him for long enough, and with something like this, sirius wasn’t sure it would distract him at all. not from regulus. 

Hank: He put gum in your hair.

the laughter in his throat isn’t nice.  it’s bitter and dry  ,  full of malice and violence.  there’s a smile on his lips  ,  too wide and showing too much teeth  :  a snarl  ,  a threat.  you don’t look like a monster  ,  she says  ,  as if all monsters have pale skin and green hair  ,  or look like they’ve been dragged straight out of arkham.  like they are all noticeable  ,  stand out from the crowd.  like they aren’t all monsters anyway.  the gun in his hand is trained on her  ,  gaze also.  he wonders if she looks at him and sees the excited kid he had once been  ,  so proud to wear his robin colours.  he wonders if her heart fills with dread and grief when she sees him now.