cosmopolitan and marie claire- the super hero editions, ft. silhouette and stardance kid!
interview snippets
cosmopolitan:
CM: “Do you feel like a bad girl when you’re with him? Just for a moment like you could be a villain yourself?”
Silhouette: “When I’m with him...I don’t feel like a villain, I don’t feel like a hero either. I feel...like myself. He sees past the shadows, and he only just sees me. That’s better than other feeling. Also the sex is-”
marie claire:
MC: “You’re often in the far reaches of space. Do you find that puts a strain on your friendships? Your relationship?”
Stardance: “My nana always said ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ and boy-howdy, does it ever. Coming home is like, picking up like I had never left, but also so new at the same time? I can’t exactly explain but my heart just leaps each time I see my friends again, and it sings when I’m back in his arms...”
A crash of wood striking against armor fills the air, stunned cries echoes throughout the crowd as the knight tumbles from his horse. Kendra winces, and it feels as if the blow was dealt to her own chest.
“Princess,” The King warns in a low tone, his eyes halting her movement to stand. Kendra turns to face him abashed, and with a slight bow of her head, settles back into her seat. As a princess, she had to maintain her pose. Not just for the court, but all the subjects in attendance as well. It didn’t stop her fingers from gripping tightly into the armrests of the chair.
Swords begin to clash as the fallen knight continues to uphold his fight against his rival. Both vying for her heart. Kendra’s heart races and she can’t help but lean forward for a better view. The knights circle each other, taunting and insulting one another, before launching into another fight. Their swords slash and strike.
The battle seems to last for an eternity, as the crowd cheers rambunctiously. It’s all lost on Kendra as she focuses solely on her knight. Even from a distance, she sees the way his olive green eyes flash in intensity. “Please…” She whispers, silently pleading to him. “Please,” She closes her eyes as a loud clang rings out. The crowd’s roar is deafening and Kendra’s eyes fly open.
Her knight stands victoriously over his opponent. Ignoring the king’s protest, Kendra stands, and gives a joyous shout. The knight turns from the crowd’s praises and looks to her, giving her a smile, and bow. It took a while for him to earn the love of the crowd, but her heart had always belonged to him.
*
Brennan groans as he lifts his shirt and looks at the forming bruise on his side. The cold night air chills his skin and he shoves his shirt back down. He was going to have to talk to the other knight actor about the force he used in his jousting. But then again, that was one of the hazards of working a medieval themed dinner show. The sound of footsteps catches his attention, he spots Kendra wandering to him. Gone was her royal gown, and elegant hair style. Sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that suspiciously looked like his now covered her. Her hands work at tying her hair into a quick ponytail.
“B!” She greets when she sees him. “Almighty Green Knight of the Realm,” She says in a dramatic voice, giving a sweeping bow. Brennan scoffs, rolling his eyes, though a grin plays across his lips.
“Princess,” He greets back, moving as Kendra unlocks the car. “You broke character a bit,” He points out teasingly, recalling her cheers from the balcony.
“Nuh uh,” Kendra insists with a huff. “I totally had a story in my head, the Princess is hopelessly in love with the Green Knight, so she celebrated accordingly.” She explains, leaning against the car, looking up to him. Brennan rests his elbow on the roof of the car and raises a brow as he looks at her. “Besides, it was your first win in a month!” She adds.
Brennan rounds to the passenger side with a chuckle, “You know that who wins changes each week, right?” He asks, getting into the car. He watches Kendra slide in. “So, she’s in love with the green knight?” He buckles in, and sees a red tint color her cheeks, and Brennan has a feeling it has nothing to do with the cold.
“Completely,” Kendra answers softly. An easy beat of silence goes between them and Kendra clears her throat. “So, I’m tired of smelling the show’s roast chicken and potatoes. Wanna grab a pizza to celebrate?”
Brennan nods, resting back, smiling to himself. “I’d like that a lot, Princess.”
been thinking about yj and an au where the heroes are villains.
kendra would have submitted fully to shade, and begins its reign of terror again. leads a cult of shadows, does what it takes to see the world fall into their clutches and burn.
lucky would have been brainwashed by the super secret government agency. used as a weapon/assassin to take out enemies near and far. very winter solider like. cold and ruthless.
“Mom, where are you? Is everything okay? Are you safe? I’m still here at the gas station, please come back.”
“Mom, it’s been an hour. Please, where are you? I’m getting scared. Should I call Richard, the cops?”
“Mom...please, come back and get me. It’s getting dark.”
“Mom, this isn’t funny! You need to come back. I’m hungry, I want to go...I want to go home. Mommy. Please, come back and pick me up? Please, I’ll do better.”
Kendra stares at the payphone blankly. The quarters in her pocket had lessened over the hours with each call she had made, and there’s only enough for one more call. It almost seemed as if her body was on autopilot as she drops in the coins, her finger shakily dialing in her mother’s cell number.
‘Hello,’ Her mother’s voice greets. Kendra feels her breath hitch. Even if she knows it’s just the voicemail, the last bit of hope she had fades. ‘Sorry I missed your call, please leave me a message, and I’ll return your call. Goodbye.’
Swallowing the lump that formed in her throat, Kendra’s voice trembles. “Mom?” She whispers. There’s nothing else to say. Kendra quietly places the phone on the receiver. Outside the phone booth, she eyes her waiting suitcase. The one she found earlier in the afternoon when there was no trace of her mother or the car. That was her first clue. But Kendra had tried to deny it. Instead, other horrible scenarios filled her head. Her mother being carjacked and kidnapped, or an emergency that suddenly pulled her away.
Kendra steps out and the cold night air hits her face. The biting winter breeze stings extra on her cheeks where her tears began to spill over. Quietly, she stuffs a few pieces of clothing into her backpack. It wasn’t a good idea to lug around a suitcase. Especially in Gotham City. The more clothes she adds, the more forceful her shoves become as anger gradually burns through her, along with the sadness that weighed painfully in her chest. “If she wanted me gone,” she says in a hiss to herself. “She could've told me, I would’ve just ran away!” She pauses when she grips a newer shirt from her old ones. A New York shirt that her mother had bought just the day before, after all the sightseeing they had done together. Chloe really played the part. A caring and loving mother. The one Kendra had longed to know for years. A pain she hadn’t felt since losing her father rose in her. But it was so different.
Then again, her dad never wanted to leave her. He had been taken away from her.
Kendra slows her packing, and slumps back as a wave of too many emotions nearly crush her. A strangled sob escapes her. Her tears soak into the shirt as she presses the shirt into her face, smothering her screams. Darkness had long since fallen, and Kendra just wants to sink into the shadows and never come out.
Why? Why couldn’t someone love her and not leave her? Kendra lays against the cold pavement and curls up. The buzz of the street lamp hums overhead, the sounds of the city a few blocks away fades. She weeps until she’s sure there’s no more tears to possibly cry.
“Up. Not safe. Get up. Go.” Shade growls softly. Kendra almost feels a sense of shock at its oddly gentle tone. “Bad place. Bad mother.” It adds.
Kendra sits up slowly, her head spinning slightly. Pure exhaustion overtook the hunger and anguish. She stays sitting for a moment, and sighs. “Yeah,” She agrees in a tired mumble, gathering her things. With a final zip to her backpack, she shakily stands up and takes a tentative step towards Gotham City. “Bad mother.” She adds.
Autumn Dialogue Prompt #17 “I’d let you haunt me all night long.” for Brenken as requested by @headcanonsfromanelfblossom
autumn prompts found here! still taking them!
“Babe,” Kendra whispers gently, nudging her elbow into Brennan’s side. In the glow of the TV screen, she sees his olive green eyes flick over to her questioningly before looking back to Casper the Friendly ghost playing on the screen. “Baaaaabe, I need to ask you something.” She insists, nudging him again.
“What is it?” Brennan relents quietly with a sigh, finally turning his full attention to her. He sees the funny look on her face and already knows the next thing that would come out of her mouth. “You’re gonna ask me if I’d still love you if you were a ghost?” He beats her to the punch. He’s heard it all from her. ‘Would you still love me if I was the moon?’ to ‘Would you love me if I was a worm?’ There’s a second of Kendra’s dark brown eyes widening before she scoffs and shakes her head.
“No, totally wasn’t going to ask you that,” Kendra states, keeping her voice hushed. “What I was going to ask is...would you if you’d let me haunt you if I was a ghost?” She asks matter factly.
Brennan closes his eyes, his shoulders shaking with a muffled laugh. Okay, this one was new. “I dunno,” He finally admits, his voice barely reaching a whisper. “Depends on what kind of ghost you are.” Brennan shrugs lightly. “A poltergeist, I’d have to draw the line.”
“No way,” Kendra shakes her head, leaning against him. She scoops up the last bit of popcorn from the bowl and pops them into her mouth. A sly look crosses her eyes and she grins. “A succubus.” She confirms.
At that, Brennan feels the tips of his ears burn. “Well…” He says, tilting his head.
“If you were a ghost, I’d let you haunt me all...night...long.” Kendra hums, nuzzling her nose against his neck. When Brennan turns his head, she catches his lips in a quickly but soundly kiss.
“Ugh. Mooooooom, Daaaaaad,” A small voice groans from the floor. Under the mass of quilts and pillows their son Benji’s head pops out with a pout. “You’re bein’ gross! I can’t hear the movie” The six year old complains, turning back to the TV. Kendra and Brennan share a look and laugh quietly.
“The last few times I ‘haunted’ you all night, we ended up with that ghostie down there and the one sleeping upstairs.” Brennan points out.
Kendra smiles and winks, pausing the movie. “Who's up for pumpkin waffles and ice cream?” She asks.
At that Benji perks up and jumps to his feet. “Me, me, me!” He calls excitedly, bolting for the kitchen.
Kendra stands and stretches her arms, looking to her husband lovingly. Once she was sure Benji was out of earshot she leans down and kisses him again. “How about you haunt me again and let’s add a third little ghostie to our bunch?”
