#hevenhunted

[tothepearl]

“We know very well who we are.”

“Good to know that you know who y’ are, but it doesn’t do me any good when I don’t have the slightest of clue as to who y’ are.  So how about we stop dancin’ around the subject and go straight to the point, or we go out and just get a drink to forget all-”

“Oh... right... Can’t drink...”

[tothepearl]

↱

↱ = being lost with them

“Do you remember some time ago... before this whole getting lost and runnin’ ‘round in a mad circle that I said that I wasn’t sure where it was that I was exactly goin’ and followin’ me would probably not be in your best interest?” Jack spoke as he eyed the ground beneath him that held his footprints from some hours back.  He wasn’t too sure how long its been.  He assumed hours as imprisonment really had no concept of time.

“It wasn’t a lie, love.  Now we’re lost here in this forest in which I have no idea how to escape as those lunatics that brought me here took m’ compass.  So now-”

“Y’know, the more I look at you the more I begin to think you’re not a someone that I originally thought y’ were.”  Wouldn’t be the first time he tangoed with a deity..

[painkilleraddict-blog]

♡

♡ = complimenting them .

A compliment? The way he was formed, the way he was shaped, his eyes and hair being altered to be something ‘perfect’. The person who made him the way he was called him a ‘God’ from how great his looks where, and around fans of his band he even got tagged as a ‘sex symbol’. He himself, never knew how much of that was true, he liked to believe what others said about him and could use these compliments to his advantage at times.

This was more of an innocent compliment, she said something simple and sweet to him which made him feel a warm feeling rush through his body. A compliment, from someone who has never heard his music or has seen him around when he was famous, had given him a compliment. He felt happy by this compliment. “Thanks.”

[batsheir]

@hevenhunted

             When the group had surrounded him, Damian had been fully prepared to deal with them himself. It was true he was out of costume, equipped only with his civilian clothes, but that had never stopped him before. Damian Wayne was just as deadly as Robin, and his fingers had already curled themselves into fists by the time the first teenager had reached him. He had kept light on his feet, rolling his weight onto the soles to keep his center of balance low. He had been fighting his whole life, and this gaggle of wannabe-gangsters was nothing to him. Even as one reached for him, Damian was ready to grab his wrist and throw the man, utilizing the other’s superior weight to achieve maximum velocity. However... he never got that far. There was a flash of movement, a streak of red, and suddenly the man wasn’t there anymore. Suddenly, none of them were. Damian blinked, taken aback for once in his life, as he stared at the woman who had taken their place. His surprised expression only lasted a moment, however, as he immediately recomposed himself, mouth quirking downward into a frown.

        ❝ I could have done that myself. ❞ How he, a ten-year-old, would have defeated a dozen teenage boys wasn't offered, but his tone belied complete seriousness.

[fistphysics-blog]

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

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❂ = wiping blood off their face!

Was this her blood? She wasn’t really sure. Many punches were thrown and the chaos was constant -- At some point, America didn’t even know who or what she was hitting...Just that she was winning.

The thing that stung the most was the fact she wasn’t at her full potential, she should be the untouchable Ms.America. But here she was, accepting someone else’s help in getting rid of some unwanted stains.

          “....I appreciate this.” was it hot in here or was it just her?