#nighthealer

[qwilll]

♪  OH  ,  YOU  PRETTY  THING   !   DON’T   YOU  KNOW  YOU’RE  DRIVING  YOUR  MAMA  AND  ♪     —————-     his music’s too loud , and he’s having a blast .       but unfortunately , that does mean he can’t hear anyone talking to him .

@nighthealer    /    s.

[thunderis]

@nighthealer liked for a short starter

❝ Will you believe me when I say that these wounds on me are not the worst I have ever received? ❞

[worldsfinestspy]

nat: you don’t have all the facts claire: which are? nat: i love him

[noheroiine]

@nighthealer replied to your post:     this   is   your   weekly   reminder   that ...

claire: i would kill you before i let you die for me

          “   not   if   i    die   for   you   without   you   knowing   winky   emoji.   ”

[soulmissed]

the sun’s gone down by the time august makes his way home. his fingers curl into his palm. he wants to cry. the torn skin around his bloody palm hurts. he’d fallen in his rush to get back. slowly, he unlocks the door. his key is tucked into his hoodie pocket. 

shutting the door behind him: “ i got lost. ” he sniffles, bows his head. “ and hurt. ” those are unshed tears in his eyes. can’t tell whether it’s from pain, exhaustion, the relief of being home again. all three, most likely.

❪ @nighthealer ❫

[onlyrogue-a]

❛ hey, i’m pretty sure this is trespassing. ❜

“Ahyup. Sure is sugah. Just act natural n’ stick to me, we’ll be outta here in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

[adentincrime]

     Two-Face tensed up the moment he realized he was no longer alone, and though it was already too late, he hastily pressed the photograph he’d been looking at to his chest and shielded it with his hand, anyway. He stared at the nurse like a wild animal that had been cornered, SECONDS away from lashing out despite his bindings if she took even one step closer. Harvey had worked too hard to get this back — he’d eventually resorted to pleading with the officer posted at his door, who acquiesced just to shut him up — and he wasn’t about let it get confiscated again on account of some busybody.

"Who is she?”

     The question seemed to startle him; Two-Face’s right eye widened, and even the scarred tissue surrounding his ‘bad’ eye struggled to flex in tandem — but he quickly recovered, remaining guarded as he ‘answered’ with a flat hmph. Slowly, cautiously, the former district attorney allowed himself to relax, and when he was finally convinced that Claire wasn’t going to try and take the photo away from him ( at least, not yet ), he decided to give a real answer:

“She is — she was — Harvey Dent’s wife.”

@nighthealer 💕’d for something short and sweet!

[whitegradations]

continued from here + @nighthealer

          THERE’S A SLIGHT PAUSE--- the question twirls around her mind like a fog of smoke, like a ghost hunting the inner core of her mind, of her soul. Is she? Has there ever been a limit to what she would or would not do for love? At the feet of grandiose lovers she learned how to handle both the matters of the mind and the heart, and she had often assumed that they were both one and the same. Hestia looks across the room, and into her eyes and she cannot help but contemplate how this young woman had seemed so strong, even in her resilience. Heart, fire, home-- Claire projected all of these and onto Vanessa, most of all, a complete stranger. Every encounter they had had made Vanessa, the woman who had embraced chaos and its natural beauty within her, uncomfortable. This nurse had seemed to sincere, so raw... it was too much for Vanessa’s glassed and beautiful world. 

          A BREATHE TO STEADY HERSELF. “It seems I have,” She answers, voice soft and recuperating, the raw feeling of the separation between husband and wife still so real, bleeding upon a white gown. “I may not have the same abilities Wilson has, but Heaven knows better than to underestimate me.”