#brooke lucas.

[findslight]

    @breemobile​ / brooke & bruce .

       It's been a long day, staring at her computer screen, typing away. So much had been going on, there was too much to cover. After all, the exclusive interview that Lois & herself had gotten from Luthor... it needed to be written carefully. Brooke was currently trying to find the line: the very fine one between journalistic objectivity & warning the general public about the vile man. After all, media was supposed to be about letting the public come to their own conclusions after hearing the facts... but what if they came to the wrong conclusion?       Hearing the bedroom door open, she quickly submits her version of the the assignment to Lois for the other reporter to look over before giving it to Perry in the morning. A tired smile is given to her fiancee as he enters. Fingers push dark locks behind her ears. "Hey, handsome --- Shit, I didn't come down for dinner, did I? I'm surprised Alfred didn't send out an emergency signal."

[floraedits]

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒   +   𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎   +   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒   /   𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒.

@astralucent

[sburbanlegends]

@decimatlas , brooke to erwin.

it’s the first time she’s seen him since the dust settled on the last battle. historia would be queen. the crisis was averted… for now.

now, the barracks are pretty much empty. even levi is taking his leave from erwin’s room. but as he does, brooke all but pushes him out of the way. as she enters the doorway, she sees him. erwin.

blonde hair, blue eyes, her picture of perfection. “erwin!” she calls out without a hesitation. the room is empty now, she can do this. she nearly tackles him with a hug. her hand comes to hold the back of his head.

she’s got her own injuries. a bandaged hand, a bruised cheek. but she can’t bring herself to care. he’s okay. “you’re safe. oh, goodness, you’re safe.”

[sburbanlegends]

@decimatlas , brooke to erwin.

they’re alone now. retreated to erwin’s quarters. the door is shut, locked. anyone who knows them, knows better than to enter now without knocking.

carla was gone. rosita tried to calm his captain long enough. eventually, he also had to return to his quarters. brooke stares down at her hands as she sits on the edge of the bed. if anyone could be allowed to see her now, it would be erwin.

“i know she’d want me to move on,” brooke says, a tear slipping down her cheeks. “but i can’t stop seeing her face. everywhere. when will it stop?”

she knows the answer. she also knows she’s not the only squad that lost someone today. but if there is anyone who can see the aftermath of events, it would be erwin. they were some sort of calming presence for the other.

“… did i ever tell you i never planned on recruiting carla?” brooke gives a small, rueful smile. “but she’s… she’s etta’s best friend. i — oh god, etta.”

[nonatlas]

     @decimatlas​  ,      to bruce from brooke.

the lights are bright but they never blind me. the music’s playing soft. everyone’s having impressive conversations. yet, i’m merely hanging onto words. sometimes, less than that. this dress is not ... unlike me... but it’s also not something i’d wear usually. i kind of feel like a weird fairy, floating around from table to table. not sure what to do or say. but then, the big plaza doors open... & in walks bruce.

i think my heart stops. he’s so handsome. for a moment, i wonder where he’ll head first... till our eyes lock. it makes me smile --- the fact that in this room full of people, he’s going to head to me first.

once he’s close, it’s only seconds before our hands are linked. cameras flash quickly --- goddamn paparazzi. making a mockery of real journalism. but i merely just turn my head as i look up at him. it only lasts a couple of seconds before they move on to the next star. “hi,” i say cutely. i can feel my dimple popping out.

[nonatlas]

      @decimatlas​  ,    brooke to scott.

          “  i was going to tell you,  ”      she says. her eyes are wet already. honestly, she was still processing some of it. the fact that her ability.... could be slowly killing her when she’s using it. it’s the only way she knows how to be valuable. & now... it may be the death of her.     “  jean’s still running tests. nothing’s conclusive yet. that’s another reason i wanted to wait.  ” 

         she reaches out & takes his hand. she can’t help it anymore. a tear falls.    “  also i’m really kind of scared, & i didn’t want to admit that.  ”

[findslight]

    If the original Brooke was standing here, her hands would be shaking. Instead, your’s stay steady, resting on your waist. You wouldn’t pull out your saber yet. After all, you need a moment. One moment of seeing him like this to compose the quiet storm in your mind.

     “I heard you were looking for me,” you say, voice lazy. You don’t know how you have time to be smart, but you’re finding it. “Sorry, I’m always late.”

                 It was a mistake for you to show your face here.

      “I make a lot of mistakes. First one was letting Anakin Skywalker be my Master. I should have told him no,” your words comes from a place of hurt. You don’t mean them. After all, Anakin had done nothing to you. It was Darth Vader who had. But you hope it hurts some small shred of him.

      When he declares that he destroyed Anakin, you are filled with a rage. For the Master you lost. For the closest thing to a mother or sister you’ve ever had. You can only imagine the heartbreak Padme would have if she could see the two of you know.

       “I’m here to avenge him.”

                     Revenge is not the way of the Jedi.

        “Good thing I’m not a Jedi,” you snarl, your hand finally reaching into your belt & pulling out your lightsabers. They glow in front of your face. You’re doing this for the Anakin you knew, but you’re also doing this for Jasper. He’ll never be safe if you don’t end this now. With that, you make the first jab, starting this fight.

@tornsith          

[findslight]

@breemobile / Brooke to Ezio

      There’s silence in the way you sit on the balcony, coffee cup between two hands as you breathe in the delicateness of your life. The greenery of Italy seems to revive you. Your two dogs stir at your feet as they hear movement coming from the other side of the house. 

       When you see him, it feels like the first time again. You’d just been a starry-eyed woman from the United States. You didn’t know who you were, you didn’t know what you wanted. Then there he came. With his easy going smile & his charming words. He uprooted you, & he taught you love & compassion more than your already kind heart had. 

        You stand, setting your coffee cup down as you saunter over to him. Arms wrap around him, your face resting against his chest. Breathing him in. He smells like home. You rejoice in the days where he’s home. Where the two of you can spend time together before he must return to his work.

        “Good morning,” you whisper against his shirt, a little yawn escaping. You have never been a morning person. Not in a grumpy sense, but more in the way of life didn’t make sense before a cup of coffee. You could tend to be incomprehensible until then. But that didn’t stop you from coming to him. “I’m so glad you’re home.”