#whimscall

❛ IT’S TAKEN ROOT, A POISON TREE; it’s grown, fanning out, vines winding round my gut, my lungs, my heart. ❜ She clutches her throat, palms covering the elegant column, like she can feel vines winding around her in more than the metaphorical sense. 

Do see you see what’s in her eyes? That’s fear. 

QUIET  IS  THE  SPACE  BETWEEN  THEM  BEFORE  OZ  LET  HIS  GAZE  FLICK  TOWARDS  HER  .  his  expression  remained  wholly  neutral  ,  before  reaching  for  her  hand  &&  lifting  it  up  to  his  lips  to  press  a  kiss  AGAINST  the  back  of  it  .  a  small  squeeze  as  he  did  so  ,  he  offered  a  small  flick  of  his  lips  ,  quiet  &&  reassuring  .  “  it’s  only  for  a  little  WHILE  ,  ”  //  @whimscall

“ it’s a good thing i found you, butterfingers. ”

arm slung heartwards over her shoulder like this, he can feel the biggest breath her tiny body can wind back with arching her a little. sounds like a punchy speech in the making.

“ oh, you gonna argue? ”

mal tilts his head until alina’s goes the other way. the wind kicks up her hair like ink in the water, tickling over the wrist he raises as a beak to the fingers. all talk-talk.

“ okay. which way’s north. ”

@whimscall​ [ clark & kara ]

“This is embarrassing.” Clark says, hanging his head with shame. The wind swirls around them---but they’re cement bricks on infant crib mobile strings, like dancing bears and stuffed sheep rotating softly to lullabys from a planet that is their home as much as one that no longer exists, that has never truly existed for Clark except in blankets & spaceships and technology and culture he doesn’t quite understand how to use. “I’m a writer. My wife is a Pulliter-winning writer. I believe in truth above all else---but it’s hard for me... to express my feelings in so many words.” He takes a deep breath, the air feeling less dense and less stifling up here, and begins.

“I am so grateful that you are in my life.” He cringes, but he finally meets her eyes. “I don’t tell you that enough. Before I met you---I sometimes thought my parents and I were insane. That my existence was impossible. That I couldn’t be an alien, or do anything I was plainly capable of doing. That I was somehow... making it up. Which of course, sounds.. even more insane. To have impostor syndrome about superpowers and being an alien.”

“But I was alone. I couldn’t have been sure. And it’s so hard to feel... like you belong. Until you meet someone just like you.”

@whimscall​ / naked moonlight starter call. 

DIANA’S RAVEN HAIR IS woven together like a crown atop her head. A head that bows to the glint of the full moon, in the way you might if you believed it was the final mouthpiece to heaven. She no longer prays to the gods, no longer whispers sacred devotions to divine ears that refuse to hear her pleas. Alas, this reluctance in faith does not make her less spiritual, nor does it erase the traditions of her girlhood. She is as she always has been, devoted. Perhaps not in the same vigorous way that Antiope called to the wisdom of Athena, or her mother to the mercy of Hera. Yet, devoted, she is all the same. 

That’s how Kara will have found her. Dark eyes closed, nose pointed to the stirring of the moon. Her palms raised to the sky, revealing the nakedness of her chest, which gives way to the slope of her tummy, leading to the dark curls dusted between her thighs. Not even the twitching of the ground as feet trample atop it can startle her. 

Why is she naked in the moonlight?

Are you, Diana? Are you a light in this dark, dark world? 

She shakes her head solemnly. Her face is intense with the desire to make Kara understand. She needn’t agree. Diana would never ask her to. 

❛ My people have a saying. We extend our hands before raising our swords. ❜ It’s a code that they live and die by. Better to offer the benefit of the doubt than the swing of a weapon.  ❛ We do not derive pleasure from taking a life. I do not. But I do what I must to protect this world. ❜

Even if her fellow heroes do not respect her for it.