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[icharchivist]

wait that's illegal what

[mknbrd]

‘  come back to me. forgive me. i love you.  ’

the words steal the breath right out of her chest. the words leave her throat. there's a difference, isn't there, between knowing something to be an unmistakable truth, and being presented with that information in a way that demands some sort of action from her.

the truth, one she's known even when they were at the worst versions of themselves— clint barton loves her. he always has. she thinks he always will.

the presentation, one that comes when she's not sure what they are, but she knows that she loves him too, and her life looks better when he's a part of it— clint metaphorically on his knees before her, and, she thinks, asking for another chance.

practically, she got shot four times two days ago, and has been declared good to go home— super soldier, after all— but not okay to be by herself. and he's still her emergency contact (who again, loves her very much)— is great at picking up takeout orders when she doesn't have the energy to cook, and wouldn't know how to leave her by herself if he tried. so they're laid out in her bed with chinese food between them and top model reruns on tv, and she's not sure how they got here, but they did.

" baby, " bobbi says, a little hoarse from the dozing she's been doing all afternoon, and the amount of super-soldier strength painkillers she's on. she can't tell if she'd just scared him, or if he's serious. or both. bobbi's not sure what idea scares her the most.

she rolls onto her side a little, as much as she can. tucks her arm underneath her head. " baby, what are you asking me ? "

[valorxdrive]

"Smile because you feel like it, not because you think you have to." [ from @maregiis :> ]

♕ - The way she draws that particular chord makes him freeze in place, too openly, utterly exposed. For a moment he turns and whatever beginning calls of reassurance that rests upon his tongue is dragged by down. No, what she decided to tell him in this moment warranted proper attention as the mildly speechless look focuses upon her.

What he finds is that while the warmth never left from her gaze, a more normalized look settles upon her lips, a calculating vestige within those oceanic eyes and for a moment being so openly inspected by her wasn’t the least bad to him. It’s always been like that, long as he can remember, that her magical heart had a penchant for being able to take in the subtle shifts of his.

“I uh... Yeah..” Sora admits as soft sigh echoes the growing heaps of exhaustion within his frame. This bit of exposure was welcomed as much as it was embarrassing, the more negative emotions revealed before Kairi not exactly knowing what to do with themselves. There was nothing saddening to admit, or grim thoughts to share, it feels like there should be more of answer to grant the princess, but not such eurekas succeed in shining thought. Instead, that weary expression begins to show upon his visage as he looks towards her again.

Such weariness stemmed from the struggles they silently and carefully prowl around, barely poke, but ultimately wish to drown away such things with a slew of positive memories. Scooting just a little bit closer to him, a silent question hangs within his gaze, only for that trust within her response to make him suddenly in as he bows over a touch. Right now he allows for his face to rest upon her chest, those sturdy arms following suite in just wrapping around her midsection in order to hug her tenderly close. Eyelids half-lowered, just allowing for his surroundings to become a haze feels pretty nice.

Ignoring the soft ticklish nature of her garb, in this moment, what swims through him is a positive outlet for aches that flared and kicked unprepared in the depths of his heart. Yet right now? A gentle, all embracing sun that rests deep within the princess calls to him, it’s radiance shining rays that intend to freely let him bask.

To know he’s in another way, home. That alone lets them fully close.

The melodious wonder of Kairi’s heart serves as the boat to keep him afloat. “Kairi..?”

”Y’mind if I rest here with you? Today just felt really long..” A prior time of nightmares from his earlier sleep would enact that. As a smile never truly comes to his face, the soft desperation of how he holds her reflects how old wounds are still bared.

Yet the comfort softly burns it away with the presence of her beautiful light.

Just how much she means to him.

@maregiis

[hellstralian]

19

19. Do you want a church wedding?

I...Ira.

Church of Satan, maybe..!

[drachenblood]

                                  what is your love language?

                                                             a knife called grief

You  have  left  your house,  you  have  left  those  people  behind,  but  what  are  you  going  to  do  about  the  memories  which  have  taken  root  in  you?  You  can  run  but  not  without  them.  You  want  someone  to  sit  with  you  on  this  cool  marble  floor  while  the  sun  burns  everything. You  want  them  to  cut  your  rotten  heart  and  theirs  too.  You  want  to  sit  with  it  in  front  of  you,  let  them  see  you  with  all  your  flaws,  which  haven’t  been  your  fault  but  you  have  been  made  to  believe  so,  and  you  want  them  to  love  you  anyways.  Because  you  know  you’d  do  that  for  them.

tagged by: @truthblood tagging: YOU

[circusmade]

FOLKLORE STARTERS @tochisuru​ sent: but we were something, don’t you think so? - dickbabs dickbabs dickbabs

WHAT DOES SHE SEE WHEN SHE LOOKS AT HIM? he often wonders if she sees the boy she used to know, pixie boots and yellow caped, vying for her attention during clandestine rooftop meetings. too immature to catch her attention, though it was far too late for him --those were the days barbara gordon first made a home inside his heart.

does she see the man he became? the one who dropped to one knee and promised her the world, forever falling from his tongue with hope. sometimes he sees it in her, unfinished wedding plans and a barren spot on her finger where his ring once sat. if things had gone differently...he’d have a matching band on his. but a year is all it took to tore them apart, distance and glaring responsibility forcing her from his arms and into the fray. THEY’RE DIFFERENT PEOPLE NOW. perhaps poetically illustrated by the tired lines on his face, a black cowl framing his jaw though its not his mask to wear. 

when he feels like an imposter, does she still see him?

❛  we were the best.  ❜  there’s a trace of longing, a desire to turn back the clock and take what’s theirs --what they’ve earned. but they can’t, they never could. a sad smile tugs at his features. ❛  maybe one day...we’ll get a second chance to prove it.  ❜ 

[valorxdrive]

Verona is exceptionally well-worn from their travels. If she'd any inclination the younger would give her own wayward warrior's spirit a run for its money she would have better prepared. She practically DEFLATES against the smaller , resting against him as she watches dusk turn to evening ( thankfully she'd cast off her armor otherwise they'd both be toppled ). She doesn't say anything - really , she can't - and instead soaks up this quiet moment , watching the moon and stars , dozing off--

♕ -  He finds no issue as they come to another bumbling style of gathering their energy and rejuvenating by bringing a wise pause to their journey. Limits are retained for a reason, the very life giving reminders that everything requires a moment to rest and recharge. So what better way to capture that moment then underneath the ever expanding blanket of stars? Before them remains a distinct picture of countless worlds, people embodied by the stars, an image of hope and call to adventure if he ever saw it. To think they’d have the honor of having an element be so commonplace.

Not that he has any of the time to appreciate such.

Instead Sora’s position would find himself barreled by (and kind of underneath) the woman who seldom knows the meaning of ‘pause’ when she finds herself in the zone. Yet he picks apart this moment from others, discerning how her weight particularly doesn’t hold that credible line of balance as it normally does as she pull his leg. That alone keeps the mock annoyance off of his face, eyes flickered with genuine concern in it’s stead. “Verona?” One of his hands is placed upon her back, careful of her figure, keeping her steadied while ensuring he’s firm enough for her to seek refuge upon. “Veronaaaa-- Did things really get’cha that beat today? You..” A thoughtful pause strikes him once he comes to hear it.

Silence. A tender quiet combined with subtle noise of her offering trust in the form of her drifting away without a care in the world. Part of him couldn’t help being quietly amused once realization stirs. Any questions are drawn to a standstill while bringing himself to draw his entire arm around her shoulders, keeping her pressed close to him in a form of support while letting the lack of words speak for them instead. He’ll be the one that remains vigilant over her peace instead, enjoying the simple pleasures of nature as a soft smile settles upon his face.

”Sweet dreams, Verona.”