It wasn’t coming off. The ring wasn’t coming off. At first Carey thought it was some kind of prank -- superglue and tape, probably something Hal thought was hysterical. But two days passed, three, four, nearly a week, and still no sign of coming off. He was getting frustrated and it was beginning to show through the cracks.
He sat atop one of the aircraft hangars on Ferris property, overlooking the stretch of runway, tarmac, and warehouses. This was where he used to run off to before he took over, back when he had time to let his feet dangle seven stories above the earth. For a pilot, that was nothing. But right now, he felt alone, and freaked out, and like he was about to fall.
And that damn ring stayed smugly on the finger of the unassuming wielder of the Violet Lantern Corps, quietly pulsing with raw magical energy across the whole of the universe, beckoning, hoping somebody would come to accept its powers. ( @rejectsfate )
