@adclinekane
slade disappeared for awhile. the man ran with it, ran on the down low the week, after the party. even after that. he needed to get out from the top, and bottom, of all these jokes that called themselves heroes and villains. it was getting overcrowded in there, and slade noticed, he hadn’t explored --- or more intelligently said, studied --- the place. the 70s city place. so he decided to blend in, and study the people and place. besides, how could they begin to defeat the sentinels of this time, if they didn’t understand how the place worked first? truthfully, slade was alive in the 70s. he was still a kiddo, 10 or 11, but not here. but something he noticed the week he was gone were how many couples were here. or, at the least, how freely the people expressed love here. too much pda, if you asked slade. but all this kissing made him think of her.
he stopped looking after that. his first day back in the mansion for a whole day and he decided to just get back out there, again. but within the mansion grounds. he stepped outside to see the greenery, when she stopped him in his tracks. and he could feel his whole body relax. he could recognize those dark brunette locks anywhere, blowing in the wind. and her body, of coarse, but he did always secretly admire her hair. he blinked. watching her for a moment. like he used to. the way he looked at her like he was the luckiest man in the world. the softest expression on his face. a rare one. the softest he’d shown since he’d been here. just for her. and right now, she couldn’t even see it.“ade.” he let his nickname for her roll off his lips, softly.