#atlanqueen

[speaksfish]

he’d lost consciousness. 

that unwelcome, cold black seeping from the corners of his eyes retreating almost as fast as it appeared,  with the uncaring regard to actual time passing between both extremes. arthur,  pushing through his grog,  sought purchase in the water  ---  following its retreat until his fingers meet air. 

“  your head,  ”  of course it was mera’s doing,  who in their domain possesses the power to void the ocean at this depth ? none without an apparent death wish. his thumb follows beneath still bleeding line at her crown,  “  are you okay?  ”  sea - changed or otherwise,  both leaders of atlantis were a hard pair to thoroughly run over  ---  even if apart for the fight’s duration  (  he should have been here,  not at the twisted helm of an unfortunate fisher  ). 

anger didn’t begin to cover what turned blue eyes into a burning flare,  made brighter the longer he stared at damages imparted across his wife. idle thumb moves to push wet hair back behind mera’s ear,  “so ... bats wasn’t kiddin’ about this horned asshole after all. that’s unfortunate. for it.”

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[grdianoftheocean]

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Kaldur zoned in of the thrashing limbs of the cephalobot and lanced up a blade of water as he ducked under them. That cut two of them off, which he prompty grabbed to use to stab back into the robot, causing it to spark and shut down. He darked away to avoid the subsequent spew of mechanical fluids before working on another one. “How is my timing looking so far?” He asked Mera as he conjured a twisting stream of water to crush the second.

[speaksfish]

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

man could pluck every star from their heavens and none still would match this white - hot FEROCITY arthur saw sparking within his own wife’s eyes. he’d always admired that about her;  capable of broadcasting  (  not only to himself but every living creature  )  her truest nature with refined poignancy. even when that tongue of hers cut deeper than any knife,  even if what she had to say was contrary to a fantasy (  it would seem  ) developing in a large part of his mind.  

both hands reach out and frame her face,  “  mera,  ”  guttural and raw and deep and sang before her DAILY,  “  please.  ”  arthur made devout within HER home and hers alone,  should she ever forget who he’d sworn himself to more than a decade prior. but when atlantis called,  they answered  —  together or none at all.

“  we knew this would be challenging,  ”  still his tone is as steady as the sea without breeze before her.  “  and we’ve endured more than has been asked of any before us. they already exhausted every measure to rip this throne from our hands …  ”  as his drop to grab her own.  “  i’m only floating the possibility of … a push towards reunification. once this ancient magic bullshit is settled,  once we’ve established clout with the council.  ”

[artsmystiques]

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

STEPHEN TAKES HIS READING GLASSES OFF, SLOWLY LEANING BACK IN HIS CHAIR.

❝     You are aware the Sanctum has a doorbell, correct     ?     ❞

You could have knocked, Mera.

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[grdianoftheocean]

i am not to be truffled with.

Kaldur squinted at Mera for a moment, then blroke out into a chuckle. It was good that despite the mess they’d had to clean up, she was still in the mood for puns. “Certainly not,” he agreed with a wry half grin. “Those wannabe terrorists will be thinking twice before trying to provoke you in the future.” That and maybe they’ll try to hatch up a smarter, less juvenilee plan.