#mechajacket

𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣    𝙞𝙨    𝙖    𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝    𝙤𝙛    𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝    𝙖𝙞𝙧.    someone    you    never    expected,    and    yet    fits    right    there    with    you.    you    cannot    help    the    smile    that    plagues    your    lips    even    as    she    kisses    you.    raven    reyes    is    everything    you’ve    ever    needed.    you’re    thankful   that    abby    griffin    has    sent    her    down,    that    you    are    no    longer    alone,    ❝  hello,    miss.    reyes,  ❞    you    say    once    you    pull    back,    hands    keeping    her    close,    ❝  anything    you   need    today?  ❞

⟨  word based headcanons or drabbles;  @mechajacket  ⟩

There were very few places on Earth that truly felt like Krypton. After all, one was a lush and green world, so full of life, and the other was a dangerous, terrifying, though undeniably beautiful, world. The arctic was one of those places. It reminded her of the outlands, not the ones outside of Kandor, but more like those closer to Argo; they were more tame, not any kind of tourist attraction, but still lovely. Beyond appearance, she was able to see the stars so clearly there. Her father would make sure that after every storm, when the sky was clear of clouds, to take her to view the stars, teach her everything he knew of them.

The starscape of Krypton was very different than Earth, different stars with different constellations. She missed the sight of those stars, the stories that went with them. However, still, something about sitting peacefully beneath the stars was calming… she hoped that it would offer Linda some of that peace too. The atmosphere in the Fortress was alive with celebration, all of her friends, though something about it felt lonely still. She was happy, overjoyed, that her sister and Kelly had found something with each other, as did Brainy and Nia, even James and Lena seemed to be in a better place after everything. Was it wrong to feel like a third wheel… seventh wheel? The sensation was familiar, though not one that she wanted, that after all was said and done, she was alone. Kara had dared to hope; believing that if she could just see it through to the end that she would have had a chance to tell Querl how she felt, but now there was no way that she would choose selfishness over the newfound happiness of two of her closest friends. Kara exhaled as she looked up.

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House of El.

Home of stars.

Something about the stars made her feel whole again, like all the missing pieces were out there if she could just find them. Kara relaxed her eyes, taking in all that she could see; the night sky seemed to come alive, so many stars twinkling against the blackness of space. Her vision blurred at the sight of one as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, “Rao, give me strength…” The red dot, small and copper from such distances, was once home… she couldn’t help but wonder what her life could have looked like —— would she have made a name for herself? would she have found someone who loved her? would she have a family? In another life, was her story one of happiness, without tragedy?

While others would have surely succumbed to the freezing temperatures, Kara was still warm as she lay upon the ice. She stared at the stars, picking out constellations, mind drifting from planet to planet, star to star. There was no one point where her eyes closed, though she opened them again in a dream that felt like home. Bright blue… warm sun… a hand in hers…

                “ Well... ”  She  might,  Laurel  is  sure  to  think  but  not  say  out  loud--  not  because she  doesn’t  care  for  it,  but  that  area  of  expertise  has  never  been  her  forte,  so  to  speak.  Laurel  Lance  is  an  instinct  kind  of  woman,  she  likes  to  talk  to  people  and  understand  them,  question  them,  maybe  punch  first  and  ask  questions  later  if  the  situation  requires  it,  and  there’s  an  element  of  waiting  in  science  and  technology  that  she  just  can’t  get  along  with.  “ Try  me? ”

      gaze   doesn’t  lift   from   the   files   before  her   when   raven  speaks   ,      instead  runs   a   hand  over   her   face  and   reminds   herself  that   there   is   very   little  time   for   breaks.     hand   rises   ,   settling   atop  raven’s   upon   her   shouler.   she   shakes   her   head   slowly  ,   finally   giving  up   on   reading  the   case   report  and   lifting   her   gaze   upwards  ,   gazing   towards  the   younger   girl.     ʺ   i   ―――     i   don’t   know.     it   feels   like  ive   been   staring  at   this   for   days.      ʺ            slowly   she   turns   her   chair   to   face   the   other   ,   ʺ   i’m   afraid   I   won’t   be   able   to   figure   this  out.   ʺ     /     @mechajacket

MODERN VERSE / @mechajacket