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Rick’s gaze fell but his boyish grin lingered, softer now. He would have hell to pay had Floyd heard that statement. Can’t out shoot Deadshot. Rick held a minor (obvious) admiration for the guy because of it. He looked back up at June afterward and shrugged forward with a relaxed gaze. Set a hand on her throat and jaw. He wouldn’t call June’s ability to return improvement, it was something else, and playing dumb with optimism would cause trouble faster than any in their party could hope to contain it. Still, the simple mortal man was proud of his girl, and exhilarated time an again when he got her back from a battle. Rick lent in to grace the doctor’s lips with a small kiss from his own. “‘means everything to hear you say that.”

He hummed a low chuckle and bumped his forehead against hers once, “He always finds a way to get in the sewer for a mission; now I know it’s all for a free buffet.” Had to at least be partly true.

June tilted her head a little to rest in his open palm as she offered him a soft smile. She knew her situation was not ideal and sometimes she really wondered what he saw in her. How he did not see the evil she possessed. “Yeah, I like to think we have reached something of an understanding. I think. I hope so anyway.” She could never truly trust the witch but could any of them? Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder what Rick thought when he saw her change into something completely different.

“Ew.” She thought some of the strange things Enchantress did was gross but she could at least say the witch was not demented enough to make her eat vermin. “We really are like some glass cabinet of freak shows and Amanda is the ring leader.”

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His girl’s vocabulary certainly had expanded since their first interaction. Rick wasn’t sure if he should express the enthusiastic surprise that came over him as she expertly used the word recoil. She was more than smart of course, brilliant. He knew that. Yet when her knowledge and understanding matched his own… Flag got a bit scared. “Really? I’d bet money I could still hit bullseye at the range.” He challenged in a harmless manner, gruff voice lightening just slightly. “If you are right; you’d have more bragging rights to hang over me.”

Rick’s eyes noticeably softened at the news that for once the whole team of stupid misfits got out safe. What a relief. The moment of weakness was broken when June shared the secret. When Richard laughed, his wound felt the shake, so he eased and let out a grunted breath. “Disgusting. Now I’m glad I missed out.” Digger would probably spew a whole slew of lies about what said puke consisted of. Oh joy.

“Don’t let Floyd hear you say that.” Being around a soldier as a lover and on the field made her pick up little tips. Especially when he took her to the shooting range. She was no sharpshooter but she did show her how to use a small firearm to say the least. However, unlike him, she had only just adjusted to the recoil of a small firearm. “Bragging rights are the last thing on my mind. I am just glad I was able to switch back to myself easier this time.” June said to him.

“Yeah, I am sure I saw a rat in there.” June admitted, her face scrunching up as she remembered seeing through the witch’s eyes before they switched back around. The witch apparently found it more funny than when Rick got injured. Whoever said the Enchantress was just moody didn’t spot the signs how anytime any of the team got hurt or, perhaps even blown up by Amanda, she would wear a discreet but twisted smirk.

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Another soldier might have taken June’s words as a joke, but not Rick. However much he made light of the work, no one in his life had ever cared enough to jog his consciousness. Remind the colonel that there was more to live for. For so long, Rick merely kept fighting another day because there was simply no one else who would let alone could to his capacity. Rick tucked the lighthearted grin away as if Moone had ordered him to. He didn’t want to mock the woman for sharing concerns. ‘No way’ ‘they wish they could take me’ ‘just another day in the office’. The usual excuses wouldn’t work this time it seemed. “I could have.” Flag agreed with honesty and it sent a small jolt through his typically numbed mortal body. “My brain didn’t end up on the pavement, no doubt she’ll keep me on my toes with the full debrief and mission statements.” At least. He’d be surprised if Amanda didn’t shove him back out to the front lines. Rick preferred to be out there anyway. June kept him cautious. For the better. He slouched forward in the bed, reached a large hand to hold his darling girl’s waist supportively. Despite how weak he was. “We could do some paperwork together.” His boyish grin, only meant for her, returned.

“What about you though…?“ He didn’t like being out of the ring after a battle. Here Rick sat without a clue of what more happened to June and the others when his wounded body was dragged into the copter. “Is everyone okay?” Please…

June let out a sigh that was most certainly audible, her brows creasing for a moment but at least he could admit it. Rick liked to think he was somewhat immortal or make people think he was. However, he was just a man and every man had their limits, whether he would admit it or not. He really didn’t like to admit it. “Yes, well, if she wants to keep you as her top dog then she is going to have to let you heal. I don’t even think you could take a recoil from a rifle right now.” June said though she wasn’t that sort of doctor, she had picked up little tips and tricks from being on the field when she was herself. Especially since the Enchantress was an unreliable healer due to her twisted little ways of ‘healing’ them. She wanted to try and help them more and more as June to try and reduce any risk but for Amanda, having an all powerful witch under your thumb was just too tempting to pass up over a meek archaeologist.

June looked up at him and shook her head. “Everyone was fine. Of course, things got a little hairy there but we all made it out alive. Croc puked though.”

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Before Doctor June Moone, pain was the closest thing to a committed lover Rick had. Something to wake up to, care after, and after time grew into a second sleeve. A physical entity he just knew too damn well. It became normal to bear an injury. June–normal, kind-hearted June–was a constant reminder of how abnormal it actually was. Calloused hand with fingers woven in tape like bandages too rose up to trace the doctor’s soft knuckles gracefully for what harsh movements they were capable of. “Thirty-seven. To be exact.” He made light of this, for her sake, the only way Flag knew how. The way June put it, he grew more aware of the throbbing pain focused across his left shoulder blade. Skin forced together. He didn’t want June to see the red flesh hidden behind white gauze. Though such a wound would be nothing compared to all else she had witnessed. “Just another scar soon. Don’t worry..” Rick pressed one of June’s few loose hairs back to curve secure behind her pierced ear. Immediately, that pulsing tension at his back disappeared.

June sighed under her breath as her fingers traced the outline of what was sure to be another scar to add to his collection. “It isn’t funny.” She scolded a little when he felt the need to tell her just exactly how many stitches he had to have. “You tell me not to worry but just because I change into her doesn’t mean I can’t see what is going on. You could of died out there.” She muttered as he pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “This is going to take some time to heal. Hopefully Amanda that your not going to be fit for missions for awhile.”

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“Oh, Enchantress, there’s no reason for fire and brimstone with me.” She edged closer, curious fingers reaching out for the hair which seemed to function on its own pair of axes. “I’m not the one who holds your heart.”

The witch could've killed her right there and then. She had the power to but the other mentioned her heart and she knew she couldn’t risk it. While Clark had her heart, she knew she would be on his leash. They all knew it and it made her thirty for revenge by the day on all of them. “We shall see how long that lasts.” She muttered under her breath.

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I know usually you guys organize/plan some giveaway, && I want to do it, but like, I suck? It takes too much time for me to make hundreds of icons when mine are shitty ? So instead, I’m going to do something else? For mutuals && non-mutuals ( giving me/you the opportunity to check/check again your blog, if you really want to interact with me ), but in some visual way? I honestly don’t mind writing without icons but visuals inspire me. Since it’s a followers thingie, of course i’m pairing my muse with yours.

So here is my askbox, && below will be a few memes for some graphics or gifsets for our muses ( yes you can send more than one ) && everybody can send :

MOODBOARD BABY ( && I’ll make a moodboard for our muses )

AESTHETIC BABY ( for an aesthetic board for our muses )

PROMO BABY ( for a dual/duet promo of our muses )

INSTA BABY ( for an Instagram sample of what could be their Insta )

FACEBOOK BABY ( for a Facebook post about our muses )

SNAPCHAT ( for a snap my muse would send to yours )

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The witch sat in the dark. She didn’t require sleep or nourishment like the rest of them. Though, she often imitated such actions out of habit more than anything. Though she did not sleep, she had her own quarters that no one ever dared entered. Not even Clark. Inside the room was dimly lit at best with several candles. There were handprints and scratch marks all over the walls along many ancient symbols. Her room looked like nature was taking it back as there was weeds between the floor and large reed plants around. The Enchantress was hovering in the air as she meditated above a heptagram, her glowing eyes closed as she was focused on finding something. Something precious. The door then creaked open, causing her to open her eyes.

“What do you want?” She hissed under her breath.