Dear Jon,
dear jon,
you will always be the brightest star to me, cosmic kid.
all of my love, diana.
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Dear Jon,
dear jon,
you will always be the brightest star to me, cosmic kid.
all of my love, diana.
✳️ Kiss yours on the forehead. :)
— MAGIC ! ANON - ( fluff meme ) accepting !
“ move it, jonathan! the sun has almost set. “ head tilted back, a slight pout as she glares at the wall that kept the duo from entering the mansion’s grounds - jon only a few paces behind her. she whispers a silent prayer, hoping no one had yet noticed their escapade, anything to escape xavier’s for even a few mere hours. “ hoist me up. “ it’s a whisper as she’s aided up the wall, straddling the brickwork, she reaches down to pull the boy up to join her. there’s a flash of a modest smile before she drops down, waving a hand, urging the superboy to join her, “ we’ve made it. ” is all she says as she starts the walk back towards their home in 1973. soon enough, they’re crossing the grounds in sync. it is only when they are near the entrance, does she bump the other with her hip, “ that was . . . nice. “ petit hands reach out until they’ve found her partner’s. she’s heard much of richard’s adventures in romance - tales of disaster, embarrassment, enough to want to make her wish she the floor would swallow her whole solely out of secondhand embarrassment. and yet she’s still musing over the idea of what could happen next. “ you did well. “ elevating herself on the tips of her toes, she cups his face and tilts it downwards until she can successfully plant a soft kiss just above his brows, a moment later brushing over the spot with her thumb. she thinks it acceptable of a young lady. she’s seen it done only a hundred times before by the woman in her life. a show of affection, yet still appropriate. she drops to the flats of her feet once more and taps the tip of his nose with her index finger, all the while shooting him a wink. she spins to the door with a cackle that isn’t ladylike in the slightest - just before he can catch the red in her cheeks, “ remember! “, she calls, sounding humored, “ you can’t tell a soul about today. we wouldn’t want my father and brothers finding out ! ” and again the coy little devil laughed.
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“such a good boy. maybe he’ll rub off on damian.”
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