#arrowmade

[owinterer]

@arrowmade has decided to become a target – ! || unprompted.

" james buchanan harper does have a ring to it -- "

Hearing those words from Roy made the soldier slowly raise an eyebrow, head moving to the side, allowing brown eyes to cast their now curious gaze over to the redhead. While he had an idea of what the other was bringing up, he always was someone that preferred to hear it from his partner instead of assuming things - he wasn't psychic, after all. A hand was raised, the tips of fingers lightly stroking into his beard as a small chuckle left him.

“ Somethin' is on your mind, love? ” He spoke out after a moment, slowly standing up from the chair he had been sitting on to relax before he made his way over to the other, eyelids having fell half shut as he then reached the other, the small smile upon his lips reflecting in his eyes as he then folded his arms over his chest. It didn't take long for his head to be tilted to the side, that brow remaining raised for just a few more seconds before it lowered.

“ Or.. are you plannin' somethin' ? ”

[dxrkeyes]

@arrowmade doubled down 🂡 — ! “Breakfast or round two? Choose wisely.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Remy stared out the open window, combing his fingers through his long hair and gathering it up to tie it back into a ponytail. The people passing by down below were going about their daily, honest lives, at least he assumed they were honest. He wondered how many of them were like him, dealt a hand in life where "normal" wasn't an option. Normal—he'd laugh at the word, what it really meant was ordinary, predictable, homogenous...

Apparently Roy didn't care much for normal either, or he just wanted the company, regardless of who it was.

When the other man's voice came in through the doorway, Remy turned his head, expression perplexed. One was hopefully just out of plain kindness, the thief was a known heartbreaker for a reason.

"I shouldn't. Breakfast?" He decided, "Dis yo' way a' askin' me t'stay?"

[hitsharder]

🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ ​🇫​​🇺​​🇱​​🇱​ ​🇧​​🇦​​🇹​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​​🇾​     —   ❝ I thought I heard of a new Archer stealing my beat. You gotta give me some time, kid, two arrow-based heroes in New York? We could franchise this. ❞ 

  A smile can't help but creep on his face. Hawkeye was no stranger to Green Arrow comparisons. They were rabid in the early days and followed him even to last Tuesday. Two archery-based heroes, even though the color palettes and agencies were completely different. It was an easy through line. He still thought of himself as a breed all his own. He was familiar with the redhead in the way a NASCAR driver is with a Formula 1 racer. A similar orbit.

A weathered hand extends. ❝ Nice to finally meet you. ❞ 

@arrowmade - SC.

[worldsokayestdad]

you already know, right?

His eyes narrowed, taking in the figure of the boy. OLIVER QUEEN'S son. A battle of annoyance and nervousness twists itself like barbed wire around his spine. Grief and discomfort building a fort of disquiet inside his chest. 

In the next breath, he looks away. Heart steady and spine taught. His hands curled into fists under the cape. And he wonders briefly if it gets any easier when even now the mere act of opening his mouth feels like a key being turned to open the flood gates. He exhaled another  breath and pulled off his clown and stared at his late friend's son. 

[ ₁ ] What comfort could he give?

[ ₂ ] What words? 

A flash of rain and the smell of wet grass and soil interrupts his train of thought. A homily and then murmurs. He remembers what the priest said before he ended it: only the good die young. 

He stared at him again, willing the right words to come to him. Something that he's not even sure he heard himself. He walked over instead, took off his cowl to grip in one hand while he gripped @arrowmade's shoulder with the other. 

" I'm sorry, son. " 

› FIRST TO ADMIT .

[ladybrohawkeye]

@arrowmade from [x]

"Should have developed telepathy, rookie mistake." Not that Kate can talk, black tie was usually her bread and butter but something about this particular party was grinding on her nerves.

Maybe it was the way several older gentlemen's eyes kept following her, and not above her shoulders. She shuddered briefly at the thought, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

One thing whoever this guy was would quickly learn about her is that she didn't back down from a challenge. Even one not verbally said out loud. Or even insinuated, actually.

"Nice to meet you but this is actually my reserved closet of escape, please vacate the premises."

[fatehunted]

➳ — s.c. @arrowmade / roy harper.

❝ Don't you people ever take a break? ❞ Tigress asks as she dodges an attack. ❝ You're making my job harder than it needs to be. ❞

[arrowmade]

ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ… ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ… ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʀᴏʏ.

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[nightbins]

❝ i had a feeling you’d show up. it’s sort of our thing. like it’s fate or something. ❞

❝ thought you knew by now, roy, when you call, i'll be there. ❞

though he may have failed at times, dick had resolved himself to always be there for roy should he need him. no matter how many times they have argued and butted heads, @arrowmade was one of his closest friends, and that would never change. if their fate was to meet each other over and over again, then dick could hardly complain.

❝ when you send me a message like that, how could i not see what all the fuss was about ? ❞ he lands silently next to the archer, peering out into the star city cityscape but not immediately seeing whatever roy was looking at. no doubt a stakeout of some kind. he sinks back into the shadows slightly, only the blue of his costume and domino mask standing out in the shade. ❝ y'know, it's not like you to call for backup. unless it's something serious. ❞

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