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[morcgo]

-⠀ ݁ ⠀. . CONTINUED FROM HERE (@lionheartd)

precison   conveyed   in   the   tip   of   fingers,   needle   threaded   in   &   out   of   injured   flesh,   closing   crimson   gash   with   a   final   stitch.   ❛   the   ending   is   the   worst   part.   ❜   body   turned   to   place   medical   kit   down,   throwing   all   the   stained   cottons   in   the   trash.   despite   kelsey's   might,   evidence   of   her   mortality   stained   the   white   fabric,   a   reminder   that   she   was   no   god   among   them.   focus   returning   to   her   frame,   arms   rested   crossed   on   his   lap,   failing   to   meet   the   humor   in   her   tone.   ❛   like   someone   who   forgot   to   dodge.   what   was   in   your   mind   this   time?   ❜

[billyandhismultiples]

Continued from here || @lionheartd

Having her actually choose him when Billy bet against her that out of him and two clones she wouldn't be able to was definitely fun—though her kissing him, and especially like this, in this sort of bold, perhaps teasing way—whew, that certainly caught him off guard. He was not complaining though.

She broke the kiss off after a few seconds, a flush of red now on the duplicator's face. He couldn't help but let out a bit of a giddy laugh to himself after a few seconds of coming back down to Earth. After giving those cheek kisses to the two clones, unbeknownst to her, he then made them disappear.

"... Actually, ya did choose right, girly. I just didn't wanna say anythin', n', well, lookie there, I got two extra lil' kisses outta not sayin' nothin'." He smirked a bit at her before putting his hands up in fake-defense for what may come for admitting this. "But ya got free food so I think we both won."

[nota1one]

" every  night's     another  reason  why  i  left  it  all . " @lionheartd sent 17 ( spotify wrapped )

[fatehunted]

incoming transmission ... :: from @lionheartd / kelsey leigh. [ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile. meme || accepting.

In a world full of superhumans, Tigress has to work hard to keep up. Even through all of the torture training she had been put through, the blonde knows well that she's not indestructible. She's not super fast, she's not super strong. But she still wants to bring justice and good into the world instead of being one of the people that brings forth blood.

She doesn't know why she misses it. Her ears perk up at the sound of a whistle before she is barely turns in time before she realises that something is headed towards her and fast, and she does not have enough to duck or move out of the way. Her kevlar suit is not going to be enough, even though reinforced thanks to her own connections to Green Arrow and Batman.

She tries anyway.

She inhales and squares her shoulders, but the impact doesn't come. Not in the way she expects.

Her breath is pulled out of her with a high-pitched gasp and her ribs burn. She's in the air before she realises and her hair blows in her face. She snaps her eyes shut and her back slides easily a few metres across concrete in a pile of dust. She coughs and winces, but her confusion wins over the pain.

Tigress looks up with wild eyes. She doesn't recognise the stranger, but they must be a hero or at least on the right side of the game to do that!

She scrambles to her feet, wiping her hands against her thighs anxiously.

❝ ...Thanks, ❞ Tigress says when she finally manages to find her voice again.

[billyandhismultiples]

Continued from here || @lionheartd

The duplicator hadn't been in this city for very long overall; he was still getting accustomed to the change of finally being somewhat settled after having traveled around from place to place for a few years. Billy would go somewhere, feel it out for a few weeks, then move on after realizing that there was nothing there for him. He was overall just trying to find more of the right fit for himself. Even now, things still don't feel exactly that way, but maybe in due time, or maybe not.

During this time though, he's definitely met a cast of characters, both welcome and unwelcome. One of which was Lionheart— …who was currently down for the count, literally, physically, right ahead of him. He had to do a double-take to make sure it was actually her before quickly running over. The multiplier immediately offered his hand then used himself as an anchor for her to get up and on her own two feet again.

It was the middle of the night and thankfully they were in a more secluded part of the city; actually, it wasn't too far from where he himself was staying. He was in his own attire still, paired with a hoodie underneath the jacket with the hood being up on his head. He was just heading back after his own run—not a very successful one unfortunately but one nonetheless—but clearly it was not as adventurous as whatever this encounter was.

"I didn't know you were out here. Guess I just got lucky n' ya really did too, girly." His eyes went to the wound now; deep cut, bleeding pretty badly. If she was down in pain like this, then that had to be pretty painful. Billy unzipped the jacket of his outfit to get to the hoodie underneath it. From there he took that off and ripped just the hood off, then handing the cloth to Kelsey to put on her wound and try to slow the bleeding. "Well, now I just got a sweater instead." He joked with a smile and a small chuckle before putting the garments back on himself. At least it was something when he had nothing else right now.

He then took ahold of the arm opposite her wound, putting it around his waist to hold him so she had some sort of support.

"Here, hold on. My place is nearby n' I have more than a silly ol' ripped off hood for that bleeder ya got there." He looked around to get his bearings and sense of direction again. "N' listen, don't be all prideful n' stubborn with me. If ya really can't walk right now n' need me ta carry ya instead, I can." Eyes went back to her own masked ones; this was a serious offer if needed.

[billyandhismultiples]

What the hell do you see in that Lionheart girl? I know it isn't because of that ugly ass scar.

Upset my muse! Say something to hit a nerve! Insult their loved ones!! Nothing’s off limits!! || @lionheartd mentioned

The first sentence said by this absolute fucking asshole was already enough to make the multiplier's blood start to simmer in his veins. Who were they to have her name in their mouth? To question what he saw in her? To speak like this at all? But then mentioning the scar she had, bringing that up in any capacity, and calling it ugly? Yeah, that made him see red.

"Who the fuck are you?" His voice contained nothing but pure rising anger and contempt. "Ya really think it's a good idea ta come ta me n' talk so horribly 'bout the best person I've ever met in m' life? The literal love a' m' life? Someone so sacrificin' n' sweet n' kind n' ya say all that 'bout her... ta me?" Billy let out a laugh in disbelief, several clones appearing around him.

"Better start runnin', fuck face."

[emeraldbuilt]

〔 ꗞ : ･ﾟ * º • 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱   〕 » ❛ Don’t take this the wrong way, but I can’t tell if we’d get along or kill each other. ❜ @lionheartd !!

John was deciding to take a neutral stance on that comment. To take anything out of that which hadn't been said. He'd never been particularly sensitive, lucky her, someone else could read too many things out of that one sentence.

“ Gotta try harder to offend me. Living the life handed to me, I developed a thick skin early on. ”

[billyandhismultiples]

🎲 26. A kiss while one or both parties are crying kiss roulette || (always accepting) || @lionheartd

This was an inevitable scenario to happen, and frankly, he was surprised that it didn't come up sooner in their relationship.

Despite Billy's fun-loving, easy-going nature and personality, the walls built around more sensitive subjects were strong and seemingly impenetrable. The memories within were ones not fully ever dealt with or faced on, instead constantly pushed back and locked away to not be confronted, backed with the reasoning of if it's not thought about, I'm fine.

Overall, it's worked out decently. Though he’s had his days of the past seeping through the cracks of those walls and flood his entire being like it was some sort of thick, noxious gas, but he was always able to force it back before it became overwhelming. It was never able to consume him to the point of fully breaking down and losing himself in the vapors. Not until now.

His whole body was trembling as he clung onto Kelsey, streams of tears infiltrating his face as it pressed into the space where her shoulder and neck meet. Two decades of swallowed grief, anger, and guilt came to the forefront of his soul and spilled out with sputtering words through gritted teeth.

"They ain't done n-nothin' wrong, Kelsey. Nothin'." Such a soft, broken voice, one so foreign to even him. He hated it, but he was currently so far gone that he didn't care anymore. Though if he were to break down like this in front of anyone, he was glad it was Kelsey. She was undeniably the true love of his life, someone he didn't want to live without at this point. And now she was seeing him completely vulnerable and broken when he's been nothing but the opposite with her.

"I-I got there n' I couldn't do nothin'. I couldn't do anythin'. I just ran." His hold on her tightened as the words continued to choke up in his throat, constant images of the scarring moment flashing in his mind. "I still miss 'em so much."

All of his insides felt like they were on fire. Heart racing out of his chest, breathing ragged and heavy, body hot with being purely overwhelmed, he truly hated every second and every part of this unraveling. Different sections of his mind screamed at him, one telling him to get over it and move on, another saying to feel everything in its entirety; the latter took control this time.

But Kelsey's comfort was beginning to ground him, slowly but surely reining him in and pushing this breakdown away to re-center him. The way she held him, ran a hand tenderly and repetitively along his back, occasionally through his hair with a softness, he could feel the tension and stress within himself start to dissipate. Even placing his own hand on her heart, feeling the beat of it through her shirt and onto his skin brought a sense of reality, relief, and ease back to him.

After some time, his face, still soaked with tears, retracted from her neck to look at her. His eyes were soft yet bloodshot, filled with sorrow and exhaustion as they met her own. Words failed to form and exit his mouth; instead he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, brief yet filled with love and appreciation for his partner. A gentle caress of her cheek with the flat of his thumb occurred before his face returned to the previous spot of being nestled into her neck, a safe place he wanted to be forever.