#kryptonianbcrn

she is far kinder than a person should have any right to be, to have suffered as she has, to have felt that pain and yet, to still speak to you so warmly. you think at the very consideration your cheeks may flush a deeper shade of red, though you are unsure if that is embarrassment or just an overwhelm of feeling. the sensation itself is very strange, and it falls easily into your silence. you watch her sometimes and wish you had the words to express your emotional capacity. you do not, so you stay quiet.

she touches your hand, as she is so often wont to do, and you feel yourself-- somehow seem to hesitate only a bit. it startles you, the way she speaks. there is a fealty in her heart you may have known in your own when you were very young.

how clearly you remember something so long gone.

you feel your chest pitter and then patter and lean forward to press a kiss to her forehead and that, too, lingers. you will do all things possible to keep her safe. you will harm whoever you must to do so.

“we play dumb, but we know exactly what we’re doing.”

you, frightful dark creature, the very embodiment of original sin, the very personification of all that is wrong, just that, you walking along the floor with a little blonde toddler stumbling between her legs, little hands held in your own gloved ones. the bouncy child trips and almost hurls forth, but it is your grip that keeps her up. this is your child, your daughter, the newest love of your life, a little one you will keep far safer than any other you have before.

and you are more than what you had been, are you not? you are more than a god or a creature, now, more than merely an animal. it feels and is still strange. it is a massive difference from who yo have been, or what kind of beast you were before.

resident evil starter sentences // still accepting ;;

“i was thinking about going blonde what do you think?”

“some days like i'm barely breathing”

“hi name is jeremiah. jem.. he prefers jem.” a proud, toothy grin manages to break past brianna’s lips as she watches her son try and fail to stand on his own, opting instead to crawl across the floor and tug at the material of supergirl’s cape. preferable it would have perhaps been to have met kara under different circumstances. barry had so often spoken to her of kara that she felt as though she knew her already, but seeing her for the first time in person now, no story barry could ever tell would quite do the girl of steel justice. “he’s at that awkward age now where he kicks up a real fuss if you dare lift him..”

          mission complete. the deo has apprehended the suspected alien and they’re about to bring it in when there’s an almighty crash, a flash of light, and repetitive thuds as the backs of agents meet the ground they were standing on moments before. kara starts to feel funny, like there’s something tugging at her from every angle, but then... nothing. the sound fades, the light dissipates, and the agents start to get to their feet. only, something is wrong. different. it doesn’t become clear until eyes readjust.

           there, standing where supergirl was moments before, stands another blonde. no, not another blonde. the same blonde as before. every inch of the second a perfect copy of the one before. the one wearing the cape rolls her shoulders, a small crack resounding through the air as air pockets in the nape of her neck burst, allowing her an ease of movement that she hadn’t been gifted with moments before.

          her movement stills; there’s a pregnant pause, and then she turns to face her double; only this one doesn’t seem to be wearing the infamous red and blue. no, this one has glasses and -- is that argyle? god awful. she stares for a moment, and then...