#intergalacticnightlight

You know, being a hero was tough, but Barry liked it-- loved it. He wanted to help people, and he could. He loved being a speedster, the moment he realized his powers, it felt like he was whole. That part of him that had been missing? It was filled. Completely. The idea of having a life without his powers was one that made his stomach cringe, chest ache, and made the world spin in an unpleasant way. What he never thought would happen to him, was being given a ring. No, not some cute wedding ring. Don’t get him wrong he hopes for that one day. Nope. A Lantern ring. A Lantern one! 

The day that it happened he yelped in complete shock, and had no idea what to do. He still had no idea what to do. Speedster was one thing, but a Lantern?  A completely different realm. Not for the first time he wished Hal was around, and not off on some mission in outer space. Since the first day, when he was clad in blue-- a color that didn’t look that bad on him, he put the ring in a secure place, and just left it there. Yes, it was not the most responsible thing to do. But he needed his best friend, he needed advice, and he needed to know how this even happened. What does Blue even stand for anyway?

And finally, finally when Hal returned to Earth he didn’t hesitate to call him up at all. He sat on this for far too long ( it’s only been a few weeks ) it needed to resolved.

“Hal? Hey, I was wondering if you could come over? I really, really need to talk to you about something. It’s important.”

[ text: Cait ] Cait? where are you? what’s going on?

[ text; Jordan, Harold ] I think I just need to go away for awhile.  [ text; Jordan, Harold ] honestly I don’t know if I’ll come back...

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Send a Symbol - ACCEPTING

SEND ME ❥ FOR YOUR MUSE TO CUDDLE UP NEXT TO MINE WHILE ASLEEP ON THE COUCH

A movie night, typical of Hal to suggest something so childish, but in his defense, the rest of the League had enjoyed it for the most part, especially Captain Marvel - poor guy, maybe they really needed more playful activities to cater for his innocent nature? Well, at least that offered a new task to give to Hal, something to keep his occupied when he wasn’t busy proving a point or just simply arguing with Bruce.

Now though, he seemed almost at peace - silent as the grave, as it were...

That is, until Bruce felt warm weight press upon his side, squishing him into the arm of the couch as those stormy blues flicked down only to spy caramell hair and soft skin, noting the ever so faint freckles upon his skin and the odd smell of ozone wafting off of Jordan. In a way, it’s far too intimate for teammate standards, but he’s not about to rouse the slumbering buffoon, let alone agitate him in doing so and-- Maybe it would be okay? Just for a little while, to bask in a touch so rarely given, in the warmth of another that soothes his soul as Bruce glanced to the rest of their team as though asking permission.

Billy is- Grinning, offering a thumbs up as though he understands the connotation of it all, and maybe he does. Clark seems about as unfazed as Diana, and Barry, well he looks to be stifling a laugh, something which earns the speedster a stern look of contempt from the Bat as he busies himself with drawing a burly arm around the younger man, and slowly letting himself relax throughout the rest of that movie. 

“You know, you weren’t the person I was expecting to catch me mid air, Green Lantern.” Lois admitted. “I wonder if Superman will get jealous that you’re stealing his job.”

Send “I wasn’t that drunk” and I’ll generate a response | Accepting

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES (3/3)

This was- an experiment. A moment of self indulgence. Nothing more than an exercise to see if he could satisfy a years long fantasy curiosity. 

At least, that’s all it was to him. To anyone else looking, seeing Hal Jordan kissing himself, they might have other ways to describe it in mind.

Hot, he hoped, was one of them.

The kiss wasn’t the deepest he’d ever given, but nonetheless there was a passion he brought to it anyway, exploring the feeling, comparing how the experience was it to how he might have imagined it to be. Hands at either side of the other Jordan’s face, fingers curling around familiar cheekbones, he pulled back for a second, just long enough to catch the other’s eye.