#voughtpride

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜

“I’m fine, really.” There’s a soft smile that shows on her features, sitting quietly in a chair of the meeting room, hands clasped together and residing atop the table in front of her. A simple facade that most could play off easily; she always portrayed to be a happy, energetic woman, innocent in nature even - 

Yet, she’s certain he can hear the higher thrumming of her heart against her chest when he entered the room, the way she had sat at a chair that faced the wall rather than any sort of window, how she tried to sit herself up more proper, an air of false confidence emanating off of her.

“Did you need something, Homelander? I was just on a call-” A truth in her words, but she doesn’t dive into just who was on the other end; a short chat with one of her siblings, nothing more. She hadn’t even voiced her worry or concern to them, too worried just who could be listening, or if he could hear from that far; is that why he came into the room? Worried she was going to say something?

ɪt's like looking in the most possibly distorted funhouse mirror.  ma didn't even make his suit to look that way on purpose.  smallville doesn't pay much attention to the big-city news like supes.  brows tighten, knit together as he stands facing the other atop roof.  he's been carefully avoiding this for years.  managed to dance just away from vought's clutches.  but for now if attention's on him it's far from maeve, or billy butcher, or whatever tangent he's ready to go off on.     “   what is it you want, exactly?   ”     clark knows the answer.  people love superman.  people, all over the world, call for him.  he's not heard an outcry for homelander.  most of vought, he's learned, carefully plan or are assigned to heroism.  he can't imagine waiting for the call.      “  if you think i'm going with you for vought to play guinea pig on me,  you're wrong.   ”     he's overhead conversations, panicked shareholders.  staff who can't tie him or his demographic to any of their supes on record.  it's easy,  when he's clark. nobody notices a clumsy reporter scrawling notes carefully in the corner.  he's made sure of it.  he's checked with ma and pa tonight.  lois.  jimmy.  all the people in his direct circle.    “  unless you want my help, i'm not sure what reason we have to speak, homelander.  ”    

limbal  blues  shift  to  the  man  standing  next  to  her,  questioning  if  she  had  heard  words  unspoken,  one  of  many  curses  of  being  telepathic.    "  i  do  my  best  work  alone,  but  thanks    i  guess  ."    the  attitude  was  relevant  to  the  headache  that  strikes  her  psyche,  driving  the  woman  mad  in  a  spiral  that  threatens  what  control  she  has  on  her  powers.    a  deep  sigh  follows  a  change  in  posture.  a  bit  more  relaxed  yet  continuing  a  confident  stance  that  prompts  a  double  take  at  the  man.  she  knew  of  him,  of  course.  just  like  half  the  world  knew  of  her  and  what  reputation  proceeds.    "  you  do  realize  us  teaming  together  is  going  to  cause  hysteria,  right?    like,  who  the  fuck  even  made  that  decision?    whatever,  it  doesn't  matter. just  tell  me  who's  mind  i  need  to  scramble.  "    

they say never meet your heroes . they also say that sometimes dreams should remain dreams . maybe no one ever said that, however, it's starting to become being that case . all cate ever wanted was to be a hero, prove it to herself that she could use her powers for good, and prove it to herself that she isn't the monster she was made out to be . she dreamt about walking the halls of the seven tower and being a key part of the seven . although she isn't quite there she is one step closer than most by simply being in the building .

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 (you know I gotta humble him)

“…Ew, hard pass.”

"I   dare   you   to   try."

She could go to the media, everyone wants gossip, others want the truth. If she could tell them what Vought's been trying to do with her clinic, she could protect it AND her patients-

Back rest against the wall, arms seeming to stiffen in their cross at her chest, just as her whole body seems to do the same. The threat brings that swift concern in her chest, emerald gaze never flickering away from his features - she doesn't need to look behind him to know Bouncer's not far. The increase of the plant growth is evidence enough of his own agitation.

@voughtpride sent i need you to shut up. >:(

talking, that was one of alice's many traits that could be kind of a coin toss. it either worked in her favor, or it got her into situations like this. she'd talked herself into it, and in trying to talk herself out of it had ended up just talking in circles. and to be fair, she was starting to wonder how long the security guard was going to listen to her.

the voice from behind her made her entire body go rigid. she tried not to show fear to anyone, but in all her attempts to avoid confrontations with supes, this was the one she'd most tried to avoid. alice took a deep shakey breath and pushed herself off the edge of the security desk to face him.

homelander.