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gut instinct  tells him  run.   don’t stay   ...           she’ll be hurt.   the betrayal  of leaving  her.   no,   not  for another  woman,   but to flee from being imprisoned.   law enforcement  built a  case around  him   ...   even got  a rat  inside the  family.   in the  years he’d  been gone,   it’s been handled.   rat dead  and gone   ...  witnesses gone  ...  judge bought.   law enforcement bought.   instead of  resting at  home he  decided to  see  ...  her.     hopefully she didn’t try killing him.      it wasn’t  long before  she was  home,   and he  was already  in her  apartment.   before speaking  a word  he’ll slowly  walk towards  her.   the  stoic  look concealing  the   euphoria.   he stands  in front  of her,   looking down  at the   queen.       just lookin’ at her he feels at peace.

                    “    jaylah ,   ”

a pause in the trail of kisses ─ a lingering smile that mirrors the curve of her throat. Blue pools filtered through heavy lashes while warm breath kissed again where his lips had just touched. The bobbing of her throat catching his eye as she spoke above him. A sweet sultry sound he’s not sure was meant to be teasing or scathing. 

He assumed it’s the former until more evidence to suggest otherwise. 

Teeth graze against the protrusion of her collar bone, following it’s path to the center of her chest before pulling back. Weight on his elbows and shoulder. Hands dragging down her sides and eventually settling on her hips. Large calloused fingers a possessive grip on them as he leaned back, tilted his head up and looked at her. Eyes slightly narrowed while hands moved lower down her limbs and tugged at her enough that her weight falls onto him, straddling either side of his legs in between hers. 

“ I’ve never heard women complain about it before. “

                       Eyebrow     raises      in      response      to      the      idle     statement      of      the      woman,      who      sits      –     or      at      least      that’s      how      Chloe     percieves      her      –            opposite     to      her      on      the      chair      as      if      it     were      a      throne.      Infamous      in      name,     this      woman      has      earned      quite      the     reputation      in      just      a      few      years,      and     Chloe      knows,      acknowledges,      that     it’s      a      unique      concept      in      the      world    of      Gotham      crime,      where      men      seem      to    rule      and      call      the      shots.      Perhaps,      had     they      not      been      on      opposite      sides      of     the      law,      she      would’ve      felt      a     certain      admiration      towards      her      –     perhaps      they’ve      both      had      to      work     through      sweat,      blood      and      tears      to      stand     where      they      stand.

                  However,     when      it      comes      to      power,      Ms.      Danse    stands      a      few      levels      higher      than     Chloe      at      the      moment.

                   Still,     Chloe      is      a      dedicated      detective,     determined      to      prove      her      worth      in      a     city      dominated      by      corruption      that      comes     mostly      from      the      higher      ups      –     Commissioner      Gordon      is      a      good      man,      he     tries      his      best,      she      knows      this      (    there      are      simply      brick      walls     that      cannot      be      climbed      at      the      moment,     would      say      one      of      her     lieutenants,      as      if      that      excuse      were     enough      to      wash      away      the      bitter     aftertaste      of      bureacracy.      Truth      is,     if      Chloe      Decker      cannot      climb      over     those      walls,      she      will      smash      them     all      down      with      a      boulder      ).            

𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳  ( accepting ) for   @qunpin​

              𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀   𝑨𝑹𝑬   𝑵𝑶𝑻   𝑻𝑯𝑬   𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑬   𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬  ,      he   remembers   when   he   would   play   with   her  ,     and   when   she   would   fall   for   it .     fall  ,     or   otherwise   crawl  ,     for   sometimes   it   seems   that   even   she   knew   it   was   not   real .     AFTER   ALL  ,      HE   IS   BUT   A   VAMPIRE .      monster   with   a   thirst   for   blood   and   nothing   more .      𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .      rage   and   vengeance  ,     passion   and   hate  ,     he   is   capable   of   all   of   these   things .     so   when   he   looks   upon   her   now   his   stare   is   different  ,      what   once   may   have   been   as   familiar   as   the   warm   sunrise   now   shares   yellow   LIKE   THE   FLAME .

get   the   hell   away   from   me.

he  is  not  startled  by  this  reaction,   but  surprised.   most  of  the  people  he  associates  with   have  become  tolerant  of  the  strange  happenings  that  take  place  alongside  this  former  WATCHMEN.   the  way  time  feels  stagnant,   the  air  abuzz  with  energy.    makes  your  hair  stand  on  end  at  first.   and  he’s  learned  to  keep  his  distance.   most  of  his  friends  wear  metal  platelets  . . .    as  if  it  does  anything  against  the  powerful  materials  that  is     DOCTOR  MANHATTAN.        ❛  i’m  sorry,    i  didn’t  mean  to  disturb  you.   ❜     his  shade  of  blue  is  blinding  in  the  dim  lit  space.  unmistakable  that  at  one  time  there  had  been  two  of  them  ---   now  morphed  quickly  into   one.   

 `.* .    THE SWORD  IS BEFORE HER , QUESTIONING NERVES AND TICKS .             ____________`°⟡ ______________ .  and  so he decides to create a boundary between mortal  coils   and .         EDEN             made  figurines.  she is fire and he splinters  off of it to catch her hands against the wall.       today                       DEMANDS          would stand in favor of him ,      she would not latch  sweetness into his eyes        and    make him  a         TABLE     off which she would eat the quaking mass of a man  wholly made uneasy by her         ENCHANTMENT .      harsh is  his mouth as it rests on her’s ,    harsh is the way his body falls into her’s.    palms pressuring her for  tonight she would not escape.    they were two things too     GREAT     for this world      but tonight he would become the thing to prove his worth.       he is  holding her waist between                FRICTION .    ,    and her eyes on  pronouncement of his        being  something.   today the queen has found her     KING ,    a golden poison on the space of   unbinding from            SANCTIFIED            makings.          .   _  “       𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘚 𝘞𝘌 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘍𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘏 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙.  . .        ”       his  mouth goes against hers again like a          CONFLAGRATION          all pressure  purposed,   to  prove  that like her    he wasn’t weak ,    to prove that the .        QUEEN - PIN                  wasn’t the only one with  true power      in the space of this  city.      there is rage in ever way his mouth meets her skin ,      there are games    and               ENTAGLEMENTS           ,         avarice and need.   tonight the archangel will skin . back                    ARCADIA     and prove his nature.