#truthbinds

@truthbinds //  [ from them ??? | always accepting. ]  

                                 INBOX CLEAROUT // ❝ i’m dying. ❞ / @truthbinds​

        this can’t possibly be happening, and yet how else is she supposed to explain the fact that there’s an amazon -- the strongest woman that she knows -- in her arms bleeding out? dinah sniffles but tries to keep the tears from falling as she holds diana close. bruce said he was on the way with the jet but nothing seems to be moving fast enough and dinah knows she can’t move diana on her own without risking certain death for them both. they’re surrounded in this destitute warehouse on the outskirts of metropolis, parademons circling the building as darkseid rains down hell from above. it’s not fast enough -- diana doesn’t have this much time.

       she looks at the beautiful woman in her arms as those words meet her ears. to hear something so shockingly honest coming from wonder woman shocks her a bit and gets her grounded back in their reality. she can’t let this happen but what other choice does she have? they won’t make it out of here alive even if she screams loud enough to bring the building down around them.

       dinah shakes her head and keeps pressure on the wound. ❝ no...no you’re not dying here di, i won’t let you, ❞ she whispers, tears finally falling from her eyes as she leans down to press her lips into diana’s raven locks. 

Plotted starter for @truthbinds​!

It had been routine as it got, when Bart went over the plans with them yesterday. “We’ll hit them fast and hard,” he’d said, “and then get out of there before it gets too hot. Remember: we’re the distraction, not the mission.”

That had been before the anti-aircraft guns. Before the washed-out bridge that delayed the ground team. Before it turned out there was a secret hangar at the target location full of bristling prototype jet fighters that weren’t supposed to be functional.

They weren’t. Not enough to get more than a few shots off – but in the surprise and confusion, a few shots was all it took, and now she is fighting for her life miles above the ocean, the horizon vanished in a fug of clouds, and no one is answering her increasingly panicked calls for help. It’s as if the Blackhawks have simply vanished into thin air and she can’t explain it but she can’t waste time wondering about it. The needle on her fuel gauge is dropping fast; a few of his lucky bullets must have punctured the tank. She glances over her shoulder: the enemy is in even worse shape than she is. Black smoke billows out of its engines; its speed falters. It’s just enough for her to turn the tables and finish the job with a well-aimed burst of bullets directly into his nose –

But as he begins to fall, so does she, engine coughing to a stop, and she yells into her comm as she wrestles with the controls:  “Mayday mayday mayday! I’m goin’ down! Bart –”

Just before she hits the water, she thinks she sees an island that isn’t supposed to be there, but then there’s the impact and she can’t see anything at all.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝙻 ━━━ that was a line present in her corps oath. It could mean different things, because to every person there’s a different kind of love, & love was far to be something simple. Loving a person, a family member, a friend, a colleague, loving to be in the front seat of a car or simply be the pilot of a plane among the clouds. As their queen, Carol turned the Sapphire corps into something good, something that really praticated the true signification of love. Love would save the world. In one of the unlikely scenarios of her life, that was what her first conversation with the Wonder Woman herself was about. LOVE.  ❝ Most of people are afraid of this feeling, something so powerful & beautiful, yet lethal. ❞

         Napkin brushed along her mouth with a smirk as lips sucked in the last noodle disappearing inside. Dinah gave her friend a quick knowing look, before she settled her second empty bowl aside, a sigh of content leaving her lips softly. On another occasion she’d have popped up the button from her jeans, but in front of the goddess herself, she had some dignity and owed some respect. Her hands rested on her stomach, but eventually reached for the desserts menu with mischief, her mind mulling quickly on Diana’s words.

Dinah flashes a fierce grin -- she always loved sparring with Diana; she certainly got a good workout. And Diana was often kind enough to bolster her ego, even if she was completely overpowered.