#grantsluck

She was a friend that he met through Starfire, but really, that applied to most of the friends he made on Earth. It was nice how much his sister cared for him finding friends, and she knew so many wonderful and fascinating people, so he was glad for it even if sometimes the actual introductions made him terribly nervous. Here, no more introduction was needed though, and that made him want to see if there was a chance to ‘hang out’ with her some more today. “Where do you go? I want, ch, can I, go with?”

“Do you want to see a new trick I just learned?” 

                For a heartbeat there is the desire to laugh at such a notion, but the sound is stuck in her throat, refusing to come out of her mouth. She has forgotten the taste of it after years in the underworld. Everything has become too draining, the darkness too enduring. “Believe me”, Marian finally finds her voice agian, “when I tell you how aware I am of that at least. And truly, what is there to know in a world like ours? Fate is a fleeting thing, it changes on a whim, turns and coils like a tired snake in blazing sun. What you know changes with every heartbeat. So why waste time on it if what you feel has so much more impact?” She has lost her memory, her entire life, more than once. She has been raised on lies and strange ideas until she clawed her way out of that past and into the halls of Death itself. Marian sat on the throne of the Underworld, queen of hell in title and power. Her entire life has been a series of New Beginnings.  And now? Now she does not even know her own face anymore. “Some things stay a constant, even if you do not know why or where they are. You knowing anything about them does not change them” She finally ends on a happier note, “It’s these constants that you have to look for. They can guide your way, even if your knowledge disappears.”  friends, family, lovers... She has held onto them. And she has survived, has she not? 

     “I mean, you are good. You shouldn’t be so down on yourself.”      

formal clothing, but the collar is crooked. there might be a coffee stain on the sleeve too. books and highlighters, but the highlighter's run out of ink. imperfection in a space that wouldn't tolerate it, but it's beautiful in its defiance. greenery. an overgrown forest. you can get lost, but you'll still see the sea and the sky from within. a heart that is scarred but majestic golden flowers have grown out of it. a wild untameable heart that resembles that of the forest itself.

his face didn't even have a streak of panic. sure, he made his way towards the closet and started grabbing a duffel bag but there was no urgency on his actions. at least, he just got out of the shower. "but we're not gonna ACTUALLY DIE, 'di ba? that would totally suck." then as he started packing, he finally asked in full seriousness. "what lead have you found?"