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[tabby-paws]

Done with the icon making for today!

You can find 45 for Reggie and 28 for Delsin here! http://lciehero.tumblr.com/tagged/icons

[embersandaerosol]

Wind of Change || Rowe Brothers

Where are you? The muted voice on the other end spoke. It was Betty. 

"Nowhere, Betty. Would you just-- Just don't worry about it, okay?" Delsin replied, his phone on speaker as he ran through the city and towards the port where the once-bridge stretched proudly. Now, it was a sad desolation midst the Seattle port fog. 

She continued to talk, gently reprimanding him with ceaseless worry.

"No, no. I'm not. I promise. Yes. YES. Okay. I just..." He spoke as he reached his destination. Past the caution tape laid out by the Seattle Police Department, and down to the fallen slabs of concrete half in the bay, he stood at the edge of what remained, looking down to the waters below. It was silent on his end, Betty chattering on the other.

"I'm sorry, Betty," he confessed over the line, having lied about his whereabouts this entire time. His voice shook. "I just...I can't just leave him there, alright?" He hung up.

It was just then that he saw a glint against the concrete slab he stood upon floating on the water. He stuck his freehand toward the shining metal. A sheriff's badge.

The familiarity had a far greater effect than Delsin would have ever guessed. Breath escaped him as he clutched his phone in one hand and the badge in the other, and it wasn't coming back. He formed fists trying to remember how to breathe. Hyperventilating. He was hyperventilating. In his mind he repeated, commanded himself to breathe slowly, but he couldn't.

And the ill timing of the phone vibrating in his hands caused it to slip through sweaty palms onto the broken pavement. With a loud crunch, the screen shattered. Still it buzzed against the ground, beating against the gravel.

But Delsin couldn't pick it up. He had to lean over, his hands on his knees. It was all replaying back in his head: looking down at Reggie's face, feeling his fingers slip from his, knowing what was coming and what was going, and what would be gone forever. 

"Shit." His voice cracked between shortened breaths, looking desperately for something he could focus on, to get his mind off of the terror. "Shit!" He tried to say louder, hoping to break free of the invisible chains that bound him. Weakened knees dropped, the badge flew from his hands. Smoking fingers dug at the cracks in the broken bridge, trying to hang on to anything, but mostly to himself.

"Reg," he whispered. "Reg," he pleaded. I really need you.

But there was no one to calm him down, now.

The phone buzzed again, lighting up through the newly-formed cracks. Maybe it was Betty again. Maybe she could talk him out of this freak out. He had to answer it, now. Swallowing hard, Delsin looked toward his phone. Focus. Focus on that. He reached out, quivering hand struggling to grip the thing. You're a Conduit, Dell. A hero. Pick up the damn phone.

He finally managed, flipping the phone over to see the screen. But it stopped ringing and he couldn't read the missed call from behind the cracks. He felt trapped in the wide, open port. And he couldn't breathe. 

[birdoforigami]

Easier to Run | K & R

Deputy Kaylee Moore was 31 years old, had never missed a single day of work before her leave of absence, always recycled her garbage, was a good and quiet neighbor and right now was definitely running for her life in the crowded of Seattle, shouting to get people out of her way, for their own safety.

Of course they had to catch her, of course it was when she wasn't even using her powers on purpose, of course it would be a damn hidden camera and then the hell was all over her in less than five minutes (and she would laugh later than they were faster than the ambulance service). Well, at least they were louder, she could hear them before they took her street and, leaving everything behind, she started to run.

Kaylee just ran, she didn't knew what to do and they weren't giving up on her chase, so she just run. What could paper do against concrete? And even in the chance that she could choke those bastards with a storm of papers, even then she still was a cop and murder wasn't her thing.

So she ran... right into a tall man who was too busy talking into his damn phone to pay attention to anything around him. She couldn't avert it, as soon as she noticed what was going to happen, she tried to stop, to take another direction, anything, but she was running with her full powers, being boosted by it, and she couldn't neither avert crashing into him nor the way they fell into the pavement, a confusion of limbs and feet.

"Oh shit! Oh God! Oh fuck!" 

[birdoforigami]

akomishcopman

"Oh, hello there, Sheriff. May I help you? Tea? Crackers? Directions to the nearest police station? Or to get out of this episode of Besieged Seattle? I can also point you to a good bed & breakfast place, the lady on the desk will love your cute face and cut half the price for you."

[seekingmockingbirds-blog]

"... now you're coming in pair? Whatever, just grab a beer and an umbrella and welcome to the party! Cheers!"