#offlexibility

@of-flexibility ❤’d ;;

       it’s an EXHAUSTION of a biblical        sense.

               long hours at the desk. the constant tick                 of the clock. the ever LOOMING sense of                 something missing. the taste of glory is                 so far GONE from bob’s tongue; replaced                with the acrid, burning sensation of mediocrity. 

        by the time he drags himself through          the door at night, the blond’s mental          fortitude barely carries him long enough         to make it to his armchair.

                EVEN STILL --

        he stalls behind his wife, leaning around to          press a kiss to her pale featured. her beauty          is enough to make him BROODY some          nights -- here he is, overweight and throwing         out his back every now and then -- and          then there’s helen. every bit as beautiful as          the day he married her. 

                he’s jealous, but GOD, does he LOVE HER.

“Your son has-- spontaneously combusted. Please maintain a safe distance as fire is dangerous.” He wasn’t entirely certain how to process this-- as the child appeared relatively unharmed according to his scans. Tadashi had taken the time and care to ensure he was functioning at ideal operating conditions prior to his activation.

Though it was possible he was experiencing an internal error-- accessing a database about the biology and capabilities of supers would assist him further.

       ❛    so...  this  is  gonna  be  our  lives  now,  isn’t  it ?    ❜   she  leans  over  on  the  couch  arm,  fingers  drumming  on  the  material  lightly.   ❛    i  deal  with  algebra,  frog  dissections,  and  shakespeare  book  reports  all  throughout  the  week  but  drop  it  all  when  somebody  with  another  gigantic  drill  vehicle  drives  into  metroville ?    ❜

- @of-flexibility​

  “Hey, hey – no reason to be scared. I’m one of the good gals.”