#starrstained

@starrstained said: you will put an end to all of this?

ALL OF THIS? ALL OF THIS IS A WORLD DIANA SHOULD HAVE SAVED YEARS AGO. all this war, all this chaos, it reeks of anguish. once, there was a pilot who believed diana could put an end to all this, that she could slay the head of the hydra before more spawned in its place, so to speak. it never happened. war kept coming and coming, stirring and stirring, the battle never really over even if the night was finished. she failed him, and she failed the world, and she failed herself.

Harlow's fingers curl. Something breaks inside Sofia. Breaks so much that she could scream. ❛ Don't. ❜ Her words aren't unkind. But her voice, and her eyes, are.

To that, Eve replies, ❛ Oh? ❜ There's a breathlessness to her voice, thanks to dancing the night away under strobe lights and blaring music. Her eyes, wide and green, darken not from fear or disgust, but from curiosity. Fear would signify she is scared for her life, and disgust would imply she disapproves. Neither is the truth; not even close to it. Instead, she wants Harlow to continue, because she's hungry to know more.

It's a greed that takes shape in the way she reaches for Harlow's hip to squeeze its curve too hard. She doesn't think her friend will mind the hurt. Not really. In this moment, their limbs are a mess of golden atop Eve's bed, and others would be forgiven for hating them for how their sweat glistens on their skin rather than dampens it. Or for how the tangled mess of their blonde hair seems to add rather than subtract from their allure. But would others think the thoughts in the minds beneath the blonde are ugly?

“dancing the way you dance cannot be that easy. i know how to move and have fun but this…i feel like i look ridiculous.” lokelani watched the way harlow moved and held herself and tried to replicate it. when she’d asked for the best way to flirt and be sexy on the dance floor, she hadn’t expected the masterclass in movement that she currently was.

“i look like i’m trying. i want to be effortless, i want to move like this naturally and not be so…rigid. more sexy and elegant. “

car answered here! let's see what's in her motorcycle bag <3

in a small bag: elastic hair ties, a spare set of silver hoop earrings, chapstick, and a pocket mirror. in her tailbag: a p32 & a box of full metal ammo, a balaclava (for under her helmet), a flashlight, miscellaneous wrenches, tire sealant, and two bungee cords to hold it all down.

atlas can’t help the sob that overcomes her. can’t remember the last time she had a nightmare this bad. her entire body is shaking, teeth clamping down so tightly on their bottom lip it draws blood. climbing into harlow’s arms, she allows herself to be held, to feel vulnerable. a hand climbs in between them and atlas claws at her own chest.

“hurts,” they gasp out. their bottom lip is bloody from their own teeth and a sob shakes their small form. behind her tightly closed eyes atlas can feel her scars throbbing as though knives were still being carved into her skin. breath hitching, atlas sobs and crumples against her girlfriend; the only words being spoken are indistinguishable between sobs as atlas grounds herself in harlow’s arms.