#truthpiety

Alura flushes a little, a wide smile curving her lips. She chuckles, and murmurs, ‘thank you. I... I’m glad you could make it’. She knows how busy Diana has been recently, and while they’ve never struggled to make time for each other, this was a rather last minute request.

The door swings open, and Lillian finds herself looking up, and she’s a little startled by how tall the amazon is. She blinks rapidly, and clears her throat. ‘Diana Prince?’ She bites her lip, and decides to forgo holding out her hand incase she’d prefer not to shake. Instead, she offers the envelope. ‘I have something of yours’. 

So here Harley is, bruised and beaten, with nothin’ to her name but the tattered clothes on her back. Mistah J hadn’t even bothered to let her bring a jacket out in the freezing temps! He’d just stomped on her heart. Thrown her out to the wolves. 

And now she has an audience. 

❝ Ain’t I pathetic, Wondy? I’ve nevah been loved by a hand that’s touched me.❞

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                    if actions speak louder than words, the volume of carol’s teeth grazing diana’s neck must be fever pitch. she suckles the deliciously soft skin between her lips, crafting a purple bruise in her wake. ❛ i’m so into you, ❜ she whispers in the cradle of diana’s ear, fingers sifting beneath her leather skirt. ❛ you were so bad ass out in that field today. ❜