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Meme: Soft Angst Starters 

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DIANA STILL TASTES HIM. He flavors her pink lips in crisp shades of tragedy. The bright-eyed solider lost for a century, breaths suspended to the mercy of time. She’s carried him with her as preciously as she carried the watch; not as an ache in her heart, but as a living memory of how worthwhile love is, even when the pages are haunted with last times. 

Of those, Diana and Steve have very few. 

They never shared a final kiss. She never said back to him, “I love you, too.” This delicate string of nevers lingers between them like electric remorse. Reach out to claim the moment and burn from the sparks. The air thickens in the gap creating scarce distance between them. Shoulders brush, his scent collecting against her. Bruce will be able to smell him on her clothes, will gather his own conclusions. 

There is not much to gather at all. 

Melancholy stitches deep lines between her eyebrows. She wishes for a great many things, but none are to grant his request. To kiss him, to share such an intimacy, would be a lie that neither of them deserve to indulge. ❝ You know I cannot. That I will not. ❞

Sadness falters Diana’s smile. The corners of her mouth nestle into rosy cheeks, but perhaps a frown would be more well-fitted. She ghosts fingers along Steve’s jaw, freshly shaven, thumb pinching his flesh. Flush with life. Just as her love for another is, too. 

@warcrashed​  | plotted starter !

ONCE UPON A TIME, Diana made a promise that she could not keep. Chaos was bursting from the seams of the world, undoing its fragile corset, unleashing monstrous anguish.

Except Diana had everything she coveted. Steve. He was returned to her, she was holding him between her palms. And she vowed, I’ll never love again. By the gods, she was terrified those words would be true. 

She was certain they would be.

But they weren’t. Steve prayed it wasn’t true, and it wasn’t. 

Now, he’s returned once more, a sweet twist of fate, and has found true happiness. 

❛ There’s someone I would very much like for you to meet, Steve. ❜ The baby in her arms churns to look at the stranger whose photograph Diana has shown him, his delicate brown eyes widening in suspicion. ❛ Matthias Thomas Wayne. ❜

@warcrashed​ said: ‘ do not waste a minute mourning me ’

She thinks he may need her to say it. To agree that she will not mourn him for a second longer. To confirm that yes, of course, she will find love again. It’s strange, how deeply she knows she should say this, yet the words refuse to form on her tongue. She’s gasping for air, as though it could fill the void in her chest. The emptiness that hollows its taunting presence. 

Her fingers curl into the lapel of Steve’s jacket, pulling him closer, closer, closer. She needs him close. She needs him to STAY. Please, please, Steve, don’t be the hero! Stay with me! For once, tell me it’s okay not to do that which is right by everyone else! 

@warcrashed​ said: i love you, diana

STEVE’S LOVE HAS FORGED her and broken her. It’s also put her back together. It’s brought her joy and sorrow. It’s so, so many things. 

The shape of the words to reciprocate his feelings form on Diana’s mouth, the weight of them hanging on her tongue. Why can she not say it? Why can she not offer him what he deserves to hear? She stares at him, her eyes studying him, memorizing him, adoring him, mourning him. 

Her voice is a squeak of a whisper when she speaks. 

@warcrashed​ | plotted starter !!

DIANA CARRIES HER SECRETS in the depths of her eyes. Perhaps that is why they only stay secrets for such a small amount of time. This secret, though, she is positively bursting with. Her body is swollen to the degree where her armor feels constrictive; her stomach is churning from breakfast. If she smells like bile, it’s because she has spent the last half hour losing the contents of her stomach by vomiting into porcelain. Half of the League has already figured out what Diana is too startled to admit. She’s still muttering those unspeakable words. The ones that feel so unintelligible. You’re pregnant. I’m pregnant. She worries, truly, that if she were to say them out loud then the spell would be broken and her womb would revert to being empty. 

The League didn’t even need to dismiss her, before Diana was flying home, laughing at how the motion made her feel woozy. Her palm cradled her armored belly, as though she could wish into existence the swell that would take a couple more months to become visible. Now, she’s home and the smile hasn’t faltered. 

“ THE HEART IS HARD to translate. It has a language of its own. I see that now. ”