Lie to them. Lie to all of them. Just fucking do it. It’s so easy, and you’re so good at it, no one will ever know.

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@maalekar
Lie to them. Lie to all of them. Just fucking do it. It’s so easy, and you’re so good at it, no one will ever know.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
“You don’t. Hhh. Have a choice,” He’s coughing up too much ichor now, green-black and sickly as his grip weakens on his brother’s collar, red eyes dulling. Losing too much, slipping too fast–he’s not going to make it. It’s scary. It’s terrifying. He doesn’t really understand how it’s happening so fast, but finally–he’s going to die.
He knows that, at least.
“I won’t survive this, but you can–and you should. You h-have to. Tell the others.” Ma’al will know who. The league. Bruce. Everyone who J’onn holds dear. “Tell them. I Love.”
He paws at Ma’als shirt, frustrated now that his words are failing him, leaving stains of ichor behind. “I love.” He doesn’t need to say anything else, does he? Words are so difficult to form now. H’ronmeer is calling him, he can hear K’hym’s laughter, M’yri’ah’s voice…
So close. So close…
“Being eternal means being part of a fairytale. Being eternal … being eternal means being dead.”
kurt seyit ve şura | not accepting | @maalekar
“Ain’t gotta tell me twice.”
Loki doesn’t know what kind of mood Ma’al is in or why he’s in it, but maybe it’s like hers. She’s been tucked against his side for a solid couple of hours, three blankets on her, and she’s so hot below them she could smother but the alternative isn’t worth it. It’s below zero outside, now, and things come to her with the cold that give her nightmares.
Maybe age weighs on Ma’ale’kar the way eternity weighs on Loki; maybe he gets them confused. She has her naked thigh wrapped snugly over his waist anyway.
“I’m what, a hundred…” Her eyes wander in thought for a moment, doing the math. “A hundred twenty-two times older than you, plus change, so I can at least tell you it’s better to get the nihilism out of your system early. Don’t wanna be slammed with it past ten thousand. Will you live that long?”
fish fear me, men want me.
Do you want this for our birthday?
@perfectedrobin
maalekar replied to your post “ckentdaily replied to your post “⚡️ who would you prefer to dick you…”
You’re fucking disgusting.
Says the man who I caught tracking barbeque sauce through the hallways with his bare feet.
And? So what? At least I’m not fantasizing about my coworkers.
1) I never said anything about fantasizing about anyone, I’m just giving the honest answers because I am literally compelled to do so at the moment.
2) I want you to know that I could end your life in an instant if I wanted to.
Come here and do it then, you fucking coward.
maalekar replied to your post “ckentdaily replied to your post “⚡️ who would you prefer to dick you…”
You’re fucking disgusting.
Says the man who I caught tracking barbeque sauce through the hallways with his bare feet.
And? So what? At least I’m not fantasizing about my coworkers.
@maalekar
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‘ it was a very lonely, very sad feeling. ’
He’s too drunk for this conversation.
No, actually, now that he stares into his bottle of Saturnian whiskey, he’s definitely too sober. He takes another swig of it and stares off into space for a while, letting the burn settle into his tongue, his throat. J’onn’s next to him, lagging behind in his bottle, which is mostly full.
“I bet,” Ma’al finally says, breaking the silence between them. He’s still staring ahead, but he can feel J’onn turn his gaze towards him.
He doesn’t like to think about it. About J’onn alone on Mars for Gods knew how long, isolated, empty and unconnected while Ma’al was off-- doing what, exactly? Getting money he had no use for, galactic credits that were still rotting away in a savings account somewhere in the Outer Rim? He could have been useful for once in his long and ultimately futile life.
He drowns that train of thought in another swig.
do you ever see your sibling and just have this overwhelming urge to smack them for no reason? like my brother will walk into the room and i’m like “oh man i guess i have to end you”
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Activity shmacktivity.
Silver mounted Turkish yatagan, 19th century.
from Helios Auctions