#stemian

i’m writing you two Hooray:

Her apartment is empty of everything but the furniture it came with, stark white against the New York skyline. Her trembling hands clutch her iPod, press the play button blindly, and the slow beats of Fleetwood Mac roll over her like thunder. 

It would figure that now that everything is coming to a head she’s circling back to the start, trying to figure out how exactly she dug herself into this hole. But no matter how hard she tries she can’t pinpoint it, can only see white t-shirts and deft fingers and a wide smile beaming at her over Jane’s sleeping form.

Darcy turns out the lights, grips her suitcase handle, and shuts the door. 

-

…Well, she’s got when it started at least. She doubts she’ll ever forget the swinging light or the blood underneath her fingernails or the way Damian had involuntarily shivered against her back as they sped towards her apartment. Every second of that night had been her slicing her heart into sashimi and feeding it to him, piece by piece (and she doesn’t even like sushi, anyways). 

The way Damian looked, fully clothed and soaking wet and coming down from a pheromone high - yeah, that was probably the first step. She wonders if it says something about her that she didn’t fully fall until months later. 

hey just letting you guys know i have a new fic up on my ff.net, generosity

it's a steph/damian fic set in a future!non!dcnu universe. damian is nightwing, steph is, babs is still oracle, etc. etc.- oh, and everyone's older

summary: "Damian stepped towards her and she paused the unzipping of her uniform. His red domino lenses were up, and in the darkness of her apartment, with his snow-matted hair, he looked like Dick from ten years ago. She pulled herself out of the past by staring at his bird insignia (blood red, not electric blue, because red inspired more fear)."

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