#hawkhunt

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Helena Bertinelli & Zinda Blake after hours

Birds of Prey #113, 114 & 117

[dykerachelsummers]

femslash february, day fourteen: helena bertinelli x zinda blake

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Corporate needs you to find the differences between this picture and this picture;

Birds of Prey #117

[roaldseth]

Flanagan/Z’aanta that will also never come to pass but I wish it would is on the “Wolffort’s ancestor was a migrant darkwood/greenwood breast tamer” theory, so when Flanagan goes back for Lord Serenoa’s blessing to leave the House and packs his things, Benedict gets a glimpse of all of Z’aanta’s weaves he’s given him throughout the years like “Flanagan where did you get these?”

As steward he recognizes them as apparently old Wolffort patterns and offers to check for him, but Flanagan says there’s no need, that he already knows what they mean. And that’s when Benedict kinda drops the bomb like “then you’re aware of the fully gravity of your leave because if memory serves me correct, this white one is designed like a traditional betrothal offering.”

Flanagan kinda had the feeling it was, so he takes Benedict’s note with grace but absolutely gets Z’aanta’s ass once he’s back in Orsterra, and the poor hunter is just like “I wasn’t expecting you to find out to be honest.”

[roaldseth]

Don’t think I’d ever write it so reverse scenario when Flanagan brings Z’aanta to see Norzelia, and humbly asks Lord Serenoa to be amongst Wolffort’s ranks just for a little while longer so that Z’aanta can see the beauty, the reaching land and forests, from amidst the mountainside. And when there out on the steps and stones in front of Castle Wolffort Z’aanta sees what Flanagan sees in Norzelia, why he would be reluctant to give it up despite its hate and hardships, and when Lord Serenoa asks Flanagan why not take him to Aesfrost, he jests—for one—that the man would hate it, for he rather dislikes the cold, but also because their demesne is where he thinks he would love, because it’s heart and home and mirrors his own home in comfort while yet still foreign and exciting in its marvel, and in Z’aanta’s eyes he sees the awe and wonder and then Flanagan knows he was right.