#heroheart

"alright . and then - the thing about the pringles can moustache and hitler. the nineties are coming back, everyone has a moustache and a mullet and jorts. i never wanted the moustache to go out of fashion -- can we make something out of that?" it's a little pithy. reedy. she doesn't like reedy, she likes punchy and bold. she wants a joke with a pointy end, not some quivering maybe piss in the wind punchline.

deborah paces and lights a cigarette and doesn't look at ava.

— what do you know about protecting this world? you're an alien. i am the only person really looking out for humanity's interest -- and by striking you -- the enemy -- first, i am ensuring our survival. we will prevail. — i'm not your enemy, lex. if you would just listen --

“  hey,  ”  she says to @heroheart​ in a way that comes out both unassuming  &  foreboding. it’s the kind of non-committal sound that has come to live in her lexicon alongside acerbic profanity  &  bourbon slurs  (  &  the omnipresence of sound bites for the press  ).  maeve’s fingertips hang the instep of the doorframe where she lingers half in the room.   “  about game night,  ”  she adds, hands dropping.  she looks almost unassuming out of the armor, soft sleeves hanging past her wrists.  

SOFT(ISH) ANGST PROMPTS

@heroheart​​ asked:   you don’t have to come over here and take care of me you know.  i can clean up my own messes.

Having barely slouched down onto the vacant side of the couch,  Alex offered a slight shrug, one - shouldered and innately forefending.

The bruising beginning to flourish under the shoulder - padded lining of her leather jacket was hardly enough to detract her from hoisting up a bottle of red wine, a plastic bag of takeout wings in tow — but no injury acquired in the field could possibly come close to the thought that what had transpired with Menagerie could happen again:  That with the president’s cabinet so distrustful of National City’s homegrown superhero,  and the anti - alien sentiment spilling onto the streets potent enough to even leech into her own ranks,  her greatest fears could somehow come to fruition.

“ I know you can. ”  Suspended like a thin, fraying string in the air, Alex’s retort shed itself of any notion to the contrary.