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SOFT CARING SENTENCE STARTERS↳↳ accepting ( @halfkryptn )

               just  hold  on.    just  .  .  .  hold  .  .  .  on !

     m’gann’s voice in his head was fading quickly, fading like the static from his shattered coms unit in his ear -- words blending together with the rushing sound of his blood through his veins, his heart slamming against his chest and the hard impact of h’el’s fist against his face. he couldn’t even feel the strikes anymore, couldn’t raise his arms to even attempt to fend off his attacker’s brutal onslaught, all he could do was watch and hear the sound of bones shattering beneath the surface of his skin and his muscle like some sick out of body experience and it was while staring up at the creature above him, staring into eyes that burned with a hatred so intense that he felt like it could burn him alive that he realized he was dying.

        he could feel it, that slow slip into black abyss. h’el was going to kill him. he was going to die, unable to save the city, unable to defend himself, he was going to die bloody and alone.

he hit the ground hard when h’el dropped him, vomiting blood and puke against the gravel pavement, shaking with the promises of death. he couldn’t hear m’gann anymore, he couldn’t feel the suns rays on his skin, couldn’t hear his breath, couldn’t hear his heart. the seconds dragged like half eternities in that black empty void of nothing, ageless and endless, it crawled through him like inky tendrils that branched out and reached and reached for something -- anything at all.

when he heard that painful first thump of his heart he couldn’t remember his name, couldn’t remember his life or being alive at all, all he felt was a desperate and frightful need to destroy everything. it was like something had snapped into place, a switch had been flipped, a bomb had been detonated -- all at once the power that thrummed through his veins was as endless as death and it burst from him in lashing winds that split the very air apart with it’s heat and when he screamed the ground quaked with the ferocity of it.

            the power that had been trapped within him reached out and found the one responsible for the shattered remnants of it’s vessel -- found the skin and the meat and nerves and bones and in a moment it took him apart one atom at a time, disassembled into every major body part and then every major organ, right down to the skeleton and then it took that apart too until all that was left was pink mist and then kept reaching. cement and earth and metals, everything that stood around him came apart, resorted into crumbling dust with every wave of power and he could feel it, feel it eating through him too, disassembling him, taking him apart one atom at a time, shredding him from the inside out. the pain of it drawing another cry from his lips that tore his throat and split the skin around his mouth.

through the pain and the haze of power too much for him to control, he could feel something reaching through it but he couldn’t see it. couldn’t see through the power that so desperately wanted to rip everything apart until there was nothing else left but he recognized it. the familiarity triggering an onslaught of memories that flashed in front of his eyes and he could feel small hands grasping his face and he fought through the pain the blank destructive hunger that drove him to try and see what -- WHO -- was there.

         “  it’s  okay  .  .  .  ”    it was so distant, so far away that he almost gave up in trying to reach for it but it felt important -- it felt like everything, he clawed through the dark, through the powers rage and his own rage,  “  i’ve  got  you.  ”   suddenly there were a thousand memories of those same words murmured into dark hair, swapped between his lips and a kids -- no, a brothers and he remembered him.

            he tried to say his name but all that came out was a wheezed croak and he grasped a hold of his hands as he felt himself sink to his knees -- he couldn’t breathe, could barely think with how drained he felt. he had never been this tired before, never been this weak before, whatever power he had used to split the street in two was gone and with it the conviction he had felt.

“   YOU KNOW ,   ”     he tries to brush it off as nothing, but DISAPPOINTMENT is still present in his tone.     “   maybe not reaching the top shelf is a sign we have to stop eating froot loops.   ”

im not.. sayin that when he went berserk like… j.on was the only one who could stand too close to him 2 get him but also.. imagine..

        SHE   GLANCES   AT   THE   OTHER   CURIOUSLY. he’s exactly the type to stir feelings of envy and resentment in her   ---   bright as the sun with a smile to match. in spite of how instinctual anger is   ,   she chokes it down. he’s done nothing to deserve her ire other than being what she wishes she was. her comment had been dry   ,   a bittersweet quip that had made her laugh just a little to herself. his response had quickly turned it from silly little joke to something that makes her feel a strange shame in the pit of her stomach. looks good on you   ---   the choice of words makes her flush with embarrassment   ,   teeth sinking into the soft   ,   pink flesh of her inner cheek until she tastes iron. there’s a split second of her mentally jumping back to her feet before she can respond.

       ❝   yeah   ,   well   ---   good luck to her. i hear he’s a real hard ass.   ❞   the girl they’d helped had been clearly distressed   ,   nervous as all hell. jezebel isn’t sure she can feel empathy   ---   it’s a concept that isn’t native to her by any means   ,   but she’s starting to understand people. she’s learning how to create a suitable stand in for herself.

NEWSIES SENTENCE STARTERS↳↳ accepting ( @halfkryptn​ )

         did he know that ?    of course he did. jon was – IS – his  brother. it went beyond genetics, kon had learned quickly that family didn’t end in blood or something as accidental ( or in his case designed ) as DNA. he and jon chose each other, pointed each other out in the world and decided for themselves that they were going to be brothers. damn the universe, damn lex and ( sometimes ) even damn clark.

 sometimes kon thought he understood jon better than he understood himself, thought they shared something no one else did. half krypton pooling in their blood and half earth and all the impossible baggage that came with it. they couldn’t be more different and yet they were the same. had the same doubts and concerns, tried to be the same thing to each other, to their friends. one day jon was going to become more powerful than clark, than anyone and kon had his own issues.

         issues that had almost flayed them both alive.

it was why kon had been trying to keep his distance from everyone, but especially from jon. afraid that jon might not look at him the same way he used to, that maybe he had stopped thinking that they were brothers, that they were family and had started seeing him the way that some of the others had started seeing him. like a live grenade about to go off.

     he should have known better.    kon swallowed the thick lump of emotion that had swelled in his throat and knelt down in front of the other superboy so that they were eye level when he laid his hands on his shoulders. for a handful of impossibly long seconds kon couldn’t talk around the lump still stubbornly lodged in his throat and he found himself wondering when the hell jon got so damn good at this whole brother thing when he was still floundering around like a headless chicken too stupid to know better.