Mar 15, 2020
‘ you’ve got - a lil food here. there, got it. ’ / from cam to @maidmagic !
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‘ you’ve got - a lil food here. there, got it. ’ / from cam to @maidmagic !
soft one-liner sc.
‘ well, don’t those jeans look good on you, wildfire. ’ / from cameron for @kidfaded !
one-liner sc.
‘ oof, if it isn’t the league’s own zappers. hey there, long legs. no time no see. ’ he’s being completely leery, he knows ( s’all apart of the bad guy routine ) ; but it’s an open bar, and he hasn’t gotten his ass severely kicked as of late. he figures it’s a good week as any. and when you’re the bad guy, good weeks don’t come often. they don’t last very long, too. ‘ still charmin’ boys and girls around the clock, i hope? heh — see what i did there ? ’ charming. wow, he’s funny. / from cameron for @guiltspelled !
starter call, accepting.
‘ hey. hey, you’re hurt. j— ’ he’s not supposed to help the other side. that’s not how this works. and yet cameron’s quick to drop to his knees, anyway. if somebody saw ... if somebody saw and told icicle senior— he doesn’t want to think about it. ‘ c - come on. hey. you’re gonna be alright, okay ? it’s just— ’ a little bit of blood. but it’s not. / from cameron for @humanzippo !
starter call.
He gives Cameron a box of chocolate, a dozen roses, and a bottle of champagne with a bright smile. "i didn't know which basic thing to get you so i got you all three."
* ALWAYS ACCEPTING : RANDOM VALENTINE !
he read about this.
slyly, sure, and he had to rummage and steal a tab from one of those cheap smugglers who sells fake devices only to sell it for basically the same, or slightly lower, price - thankfully, it hadn’t been much of an effort. junior hadn’t wanted more than one, because only one would’ve been enough for him to check up on all of the information he could’ve gathered about valentine’s. did everybody know the day was first associated with this poet dude back in the 14th century? and in europe, there’s a culture where you give a key as a symbol to unlock your loved one’s heart? and then there was this history about a priest in rome.
anyway.
back to his first point: he read about this. he researched it. he just - hadn’t wanted to embarrass himself in front of the red-head, so he’s gotta, you know? people give out chocolates and roses and they go on dates. there’re even tons of activities for going around approaching the day even lasting to a few days afterwards. couples going out for wine-tasting. sometimes there’s a small fair open up and there’re booths all with the pink-and-heart themed. hell, he thinks a famous ice cream parlour are giving out extremely cheap ice cream for the whole month of february. like cam said, he’d done research.
and everything he’s got right now? he knows immediately that it’d required money. and not even the get-by kind that he’s accustomed to. these are: actual box, firm to touch. ( nothing cheap; nothing second-handed. ) and the roses are - a lot. flushed with bright colours and a completely foreign weight against his laps. and the bottle of champagne? fuck, cameron thinks, and he doesn’t know why he’s - not feeling good about this, but it’s - weird. odd. bizarre. nobody has ever spent a dime on him. maybe a few weapons here and there. maybe with the diss of him owing them when it happened. because that’s been his whole life; him somehow being indebted to somebody, even for existing, but — never like this.
and cameron tries to smile, he really does, but the only thing he can hear is the distant sound of alarms blaring in his head, all pointing out the same thing: that he doesn’t deserve this. couldn’t deserve this. why would he? he hadn’t done anything. not something worthwhile, anyway. why is he getting gifts? but wally is wearing a wide, handsome smile; cheeks plumped along with it and eyes in full expectant of - of something. of anything. already, cameron thinks, he’s failed the guy. i can’t even be excited, fuck.
( and a more pressing thought: run. run away now. disappear. he deserves so much better than you can ever hope to be. )
‘ these, uh ... ’ words. suddenly he’s lost on them. cameron laughs airily into his palm when he slides them over his face, glances once more at the treats and presents and everything he shouldn’t ever be getting, ever, and breathes deep. he reaches forward somehow - cam doesn’t know how, his body must’ve figured out when his brain is playing catch-up - cold hand tugging on a pair of warm wrist and cameron holds it, tugs it. when he looks up, the trace of panic vanishes a little, and there’s that hint of the easy going smile finding its way back to his face. ‘ thought you’re the kind that don’t remember these stuff, baby. c’mere— ’
when he wraps wally’s legs around his waist and kisses wally deep against his pulse, cameron swears that he leaves soon. just bare it for today. then, this guy can have a better life, with a better choice of partner to spoil and give them good-and-sweet-as-all-hell gifts, as though cam never ever entered it in the first place.
she has a feeling that he’s not into valentine’s day, which is the complete opposite of her. however, all she does is cock a drink for him in her hand, a wry smile on her face. ‘ i could use a drinking partner today. ‘ / for cam !! if u want djkctindh
* ALWAYS ACCEPTING : RANDOM VALENTINE !
on the contrary to popular’s belief, cam’s easy-going, lighthearted and slightly mischievous personality on this particular day isn’t due to the non-holiday that’s been attached to the date. in fact, waking up this afternoon and going about his day as per usual ( which, really, consists mostly of him substituting alcohol for milk as breakfast because that’s all there is in devastation’s place, it seems ) , cam had barely realised it’s valentine’s until about five hours into waking up and seeing a commercial at an electronic store when he passed by on televised segment talking about jewelries. his first thought being, of course, that looks pretty to rob, before : wait, is it that time of the year ?
in any case, it’s great. sure, cam probably has a lot of reason to resent the day considering he’s never had one and, when you look at it, love’s been the only constant thing he’s been denied of. it’s either daddy won’t give him, and the people who he thought would just doesn’t. it’s fine, though; cam tries not to take it to heart. after all, he’s had - what? about twenty-years plus to get used to it? which is why he’s pretty relaxed, shoulders and back easing without lingering tension and a smile pretty and cocky across his face. ignoring all of the pink decorations, it’s just still another day of the week. he’s not really wanted for any job now, which means chances of him bumping into dad isn’t that high, and that? is always an absolute fantastic news.
though, seeing zappers again and somehow being voluntarily dragged into being her company is definitely not apart of this daily on-a-break routine.
‘ don’t mind if i do, ’ easy, leering-almost, cam takes the cold beer from her hand. it’s not as cold as he likes, so he lines up the outside of the bottle with frost to do the job - immediately flashing the hero a guilty ( though no, he isn’t really ) smile in case it’s some sort of rule-breaker for them. cameron never understands the dual-identity thing these leaguers got going; deciding blue or pale skin for the day is already difficult enough when neither part of himself — junior or cameron — are particularly welcomed by a large part of society - think about it: on one hand, the baddies are eager to reject his human side, but on the other, the good ones aren’t shy to put down his powered-up persona. so to have his choice limited? phew. seems exhausting.
still, he doesn’t think too much on it. he’s got a free drink and a hot babe for company. cam figures the day could’ve gone a lot worse. so, he accepts and downs his drink. the time goes by.
‘ it isn’t that hard to like you or love you. ’ cam!!
‘ yeah ? can you pass that message to my dad while you’re at it ? ’ it’s thrown off as a joke, something to smile about so easily there is nothing in his expression that would betray the experiences that he has to live with: about years of being small and punched around. but that was alright, according to icicle sr., they were training him to endure the pain, to build up resistant. he had the power of ice; now let’s see how thick he can really conjure it. never mind that he was twelve, or ten, or eight, or he was five, crying for a caretaker who wouldn’t - couldn’t - come back. no. cameron forgot at what point had it stop becoming an incident of what he’d done to deserve this or why was dad always so angry to it becoming jokes among the baddies every time that it did happen. after all, everybody’s got some daddy issues if not mommies. it was always something. it was always, somehow, in the family - or someone they trusted.
it stopped being serious. so cameron presents it that way: so easy to have the comment roll of his tongue, too simple for him to dismiss johnny’s words as something trivial. he’s always known he’s friendly - maybe a bit too friendly - and that’s, you know, pretty likeable sometimes. pretty interesting if he plays his cards right. but cam’s not fooling anybody, never has he tried to, not actively. he knows there are fists out there that are dying to punch him straight in the jaw. whatever johnny’s spewing - that’s just an idealisation. something to believe in; straws being grasped at when cam’s long know he’s a lost cause. it’s what nearly all heroes do. it’s pathetic. cam feels disgusted. there’s nothing in him worth saving; dad made sure of that. why do they keep insisting otherwise ? —but cam keeps smiling, mouth curled sharply, flirtatiously. a hand reaches out to push johnny’s hair back. so, cam’s a lil’ romantic - sue him.
‘ you always knew your way with words huh, lighter. that’s hot. ’
born to die meme.
❛ the first time i met you , i had no damn idea i’d love you this much . ❜ / art @ her ice boy pls and thank
‘ you’re sweet on all o’ the boys you brought to your bed, miss artemis, or s’it just me ? ’ he answers, nonchalant, lips lazying into a smirk though his heart stutters under his chest; breaking in an uneven tempo because - because he knows artemis. ( and something in him screams : do you ? do you really ? what do you know, junior, when you spent your whole life wasting away under dad’s shadows ? you’ve never really once called her before, do you ? you knew she was gone, and you didn’t think twice about contacting her. you didn’t even know she died, until after. after, when there wasn’t much to be done except for you to drink the night away and pretend you’re not mourning after her. you couldn’t even hurt the person who killed her - no, you just worked for him and wished that you had the guts to. you know who’d known her more - the man in the blue mask, the man she loved who was swallowed by time, the team that would do anything to put you in jail. not you. ) and artemis - she’s not the type to confess things like this.
but cameron remembers, too. bits and pieces. not really the first time they met, but all the moments after where they spent together. they were … so young, weren’t they ? and he was - he was like this, like he was right now, obnoxious and boisterous and unexpectedly childish, except smaller. except he still thought, in some few messed-up moments, that his dad might still want him back if he worked harder, if he’d bent the ice sharper, if he’d pierced the dummies quicker. he didn’t know it then, ( and maybe it was still so hard to accept the truth now ) but even artemis, who was younger and smaller and angrier then, still treated him better than icicle sr. ever did. yeah - he remembers. artemis with a little ponytail, and her small boots, and her hands that he’d ice after every training when they’d huddle together and share their dinner. a finger, cold, drops to trail over a knuckle of hers ( that’s roughened up now, that’s aged with years and trauma and old scars ) - and whatever smirk cameron’s wearing fades into a sombre thin line.
‘ … i think i always knew. ’ he admits, scared of his own vulnerability that’s leaking through. ‘ i think i always knew i was gonna love ya, art. ’
this was from an old meme but now accepting: born to die meme.