#legendsofkrypton

🎵 ‘you’ve learned to hide so well’ - Leave Out All The Rest 🎵

Seren didn’t know why she had decided that now was the time to approach the younger dragon, she had watched him for years and sometimes left little notes just to direct him towards a goal he had set or towards someone who needed his help; it was rare for either of them to openly approach one another.

“I must commend you, you’ve learned to hide yourself so well from the humans” she tells him softly as she moves to walk in step with him “Although hiding yourself is not always the best thing to do, companionship does wonders for the emotions”

Not that she used her own advice, she probably hid away more than he did, he had his fledglings, she had her stars.

He barely looks up from the ground as he keeps walking, putting one foot in front of the other, not caring where he is headed. He knows exactly where he is, knows exactly how far it is to the nearest town and how long it will take to meet the first human soul.

“They are not the kind of companionship I want,” he answers, just as softly, a small smile playing on his lips. “They are loud and so fragile, there one second and gone the next... As if they never existed.”

Opinion on; @legendsofkrypton

Character in general: i love human Gideon. absolutely amazingHow they play them: great????The Mun: delightful! when we plotted it was always very nice

Do I:

RP with them: we have beforeWant to RP with them: i’m always up for both of my muses & yours!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: from what i’ve seen you are definitely getting the hang of things!! i’m always up for more threads if you wanna plot :)

Blame @keeperoftheliars, she’s the one who gave me the tag xD i’d never heard that song until now :P

It was the first time all of the teams had been together since they’d been fighting aliens and somehow, this felt scarier to Felicity than all of this. She looked over at Mick who was either feeling fine or hiding his nerves well in her opinion. She had been sat on the couch in her loft, figuring she should probably move, it wasn’t exactly the safest place for a baby, plus she had lived there with the man she had been about to marry, a fresh start was probably for the best.

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               ♖ —     All of this started with a severed toe. If it hadn’t been for his bad luck and some gardening shears Michael may have never had the first clue that he was not   A C T U A L  L Y   related to Lincoln. Not that it mattered to him, his brother had always been there for him and  THAT  was more important than a little  DNA  but, it did raise questions. All those questions were things that Michael had to wait to get answers too until he got out of Fox River. 

                   His plans-- they didn’t come to fruition as he had hoped. Laying on his bed which really it was nothing more than a cot with a stiff wool blanket on it     (he’d had better when he was camping as a kid)     Michael took stock of how badly everything really had gone. Nothing went the way it was supposed too. He could have kicked himself and beat himself up over and over again but, the last thing he promised Lincoln was that he’d move on. Keep living and that things would be alright.     (that last part was a lie)     How would things  E V E R  be alright without his big brother? The one person who without fail managed to protect Michael and at the same time keep him grounded? 

               Parole was a blessing and a curse. It was an ugly label to carry around and Michael wished     (hindsight was 20/20)     that if he was going to fail he would have thought of something different. Something a little easier to look past on your criminal record. Getting a job wasn’t going to be easy but, for the time being he was going to try and figure out what Sara had hinted around at about Lincoln and himself. That maybe the two weren’t     ‘ brothers. ‘      The idea of it seemed insane to Michael but, while he thought back he could vaguely remember his mother treating Linc different and his parents fighting about it.  T H A T of course raised questions in his mind. It created a new puzzle with pieces that he needed to find before he could even begin to put it together. 

Last thing he remembered was a blue light and now he was in a strange city. Bartholomew looked around not seeing anything remotely familiar. Of course being too concentrated on his surroundings and not watching where he was going he bumped into something and promptly tripped over his own foot his glasses sliding off his face as he hit the pavement. He quickly grabbed them and climbed to his feet putting them on his face seeing the woman he bumped into. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I didn’t make you drop anything did I?”