Kaldur'ahm has seen a lot as a member of the Light, he has had to do a lot, not the least of it being fighting his teammates. Former teammates, he berates himself. Whether or not they will ever trust him again after his stint as a double-agent is still uncertain. In any case, Kaldur'ahm has had to get better at holding back his natural reactions to whatever evil the Light has decided must be done.
But today, it seems is going to be a test of what he can resolve to ignore.
"The specimen is absolutely fascinating," says the man in his stained white coat as he speaks with great enthusiasm.
"What have you learned?" Savage interrupts impatiently.
The Atlantean is only here because his father has been sent on another mission that was considered too delicate to trust his son with. Despite his probing, Kaldur'ahm has not managed to find more information. He had resolved to try and make contact with other members of the Light and he ended up one of the lucky few chosen to shadow the Founder.
Kaldur'ahm does not feel lucky.
"It can regrow organs," the scientist says, as he wipes his glasses, excitedly, leaving yet another green stain on his coat. "We have not yet tested them all, but kidneys, pancreas and even parts of its larger intestines have all grown back in matter of hours."
"This could revolutionize the field of medicine as we know it," the second scientist says, her voice more controlled, but obviously just as excited.
"And we have yet to test if the it will regrow more essential organs, such as the heart or the lungs!"
"Marvellous," Vandal says with a benign smile.
The first scientist nods enthusiastically before gesturing further down the hall, away from the observation station as he continues rambling, sometimes interrupted by his companion.
Kaldur'ahm has been trying not to look through the window, out of fear he would let his horror and revulsion show, but he can't help but look up quickly, and he makes eye contact with the tired, pained green eyes.
It looks like the boy's face is trying to form a snarl, that he's trying to resist, but he is halfway gone already. His skin is so pale he looks transparent, despite the bright green spots painting his face.
Kaldur'ahm cannot look away.
The boy's chest is a mangle of green and flesh and the Atlantean has to stop himself from gagging at the sight.
Someone jostles him as they pass by him to rejoin the figure of Vandal who is getting further and Kaldur'ahm comes back to himself.
There is nothing he can do for the boy. Not yet, he tells himself.
Also a prequel to the short story I wrote yesterday... This is leading up to the day Sarah met Evan
Sarah sat on her bed, covers thrown over her head, intent on blocking out the world around her. Her hair was a mess and so was her room. Her joints ached from being curled up in one spot for so long and while she was tired of feeling this way, she couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed and actually do something about it.
The world was terrible and cruel anyways, there was no reason for her to actually get up and do anything anyways. People would dump you for no reason and they’d break your heart through a text message without a second thought to how excited you were to celebrate your six month anniversary.
Sarah buried her head in the mattress, throwing the pillow across the room as if it were some sort of voodoo doll for her ex-partner. Was it too much to ask for someone that actually cared about her?
A soft knock came to her door and Sarah groaned out some sort of response. “Go away” maybe.
The door opened anyways, despite her wishes, and her mother walked in. “Sarah honey?” Marge asked, sitting on the foot of her bed.
Sarah rolled over as if to face her mother, glaring up at the ceiling. No wonder Jesse hadn’t wanted to stay with her. Who would want to date a college student still living with their parents?
“Sarah...” Her mother began, sounding concerned. “I know the break up with Jesse was... Unexpected to say the least, but that doesn’t mean it has to stop your whole life up does it? What about that dive you were so excited to sign up for?”
“I cancelled it,” Sarah grumbled, hating how raspy her voice sounded from crying. She really needed some water or something. “I didn’t see the point in going if they were going to be there.”
Marge sighed. “Sarah, you can’t avoid him forever. Just because they broke up with you doesn’t mean that you two can’t be friends!”
Sarah sat up this time, resisting the urge to glare at her mother too. Even in her muddled post-breakup state she could tell that glaring at her mom wouldn’t end well for her. “Mom, they dumped me because he had completely lost all interest in me. If they wanted to still be friends after all this then he should’ve at least had the decency to break up with me face to face instead of doing it over text. Heck, even a voice text would’ve been better than a single message telling me it’s over!”
Marge winced slightly. “I know honey, and what Jesse did wasn’t right in the slightest-”
“He texted me five minutes before our dinner reservation was scheduled, and the cancellation fee at that point was more expensive than the reservation itself, so I had to eat dinner in the most well known couple restaurant, alone, on the verge of tears the entire time, unable to ask for clarification because of their strict no phone policy Mom! I can’t just ‘go on a dive’ with them!” Sarah said, her voice breaking towards the end as she realized that not only had her ex ruined her night, but the dive trip she had been looking forward to all semester long.
“Sarah,” Marge began, getting off the bed and beginning to fold Sarah’s discarded clothes that were scattered about the room for her.
Sarah gulped. Her mom’s no nonsense voice was no joke. “I did not raise my daughter to lose all her confidence over a single breakup, no matter how crappy the break up was.”
“But Mooom-” Sarah protested, wishing she could just throw the covers back over her head.
Marge stopped folding clothes to shoot a look at her daughter. “The only but is going to be yours getting out of bed and getting ready for the dive tomorrow.”
“I told you, I already cancelled on the dive trip,” Sarah said, fiddling with the edge of her blanket.
“Well then, luckily for you, Dr. Matthews was double checking the list yesterday and noticted you’d been taken off. She called the house to ask if it was purposeful or not and I told her it must’ve been some administrative error, so you’re going on the dive trip tomorrow, whether you like it or not.”
“MOM!” Sarah exclaimed, finally looking over at her mother.
“Don’t you take that tone with me young lady,” Marge warned, and Sarah crumpled again. “Trust me, this’ll be good for you. If you didn’t go on this trip you’d be kicking yourself for it years in the future.”
Sarah sighed. “Alright fine then... Can I at least have some privacy so I can get changed and make sure I have everything packed?”
Marge nodded, setting the pile of clothes she had already folded down on Sarah’s desk chair before heading for the door. “You’ve got 15 minutes to get dressed, and then I’m coming back in here to annoy you til you actually get out of bed.” she stepped outside, shutting the door softly behind her, and Sarah reluctantly slid out of bed, looking around the room for something to pull on.
“You’d think that with all these clothes everywhere it’d be easy for me to find something decent to wear,” Sarah grumbled to herself, looking under her bed for a pair of socks.
Sure enough, 15 minutes later, Sarah was out her bedroom door, sitting at her kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of her, despite the fact that it was almost noon.
“I really don’t see why I have to go on the dive," Sarah complained, scooping a spoonfull of cheerios in her mouth. "It's not like seeing Jesse on this thing is going to make him want to take me back."
Marge just shot her a look from across the dining room table, taking a sip from her coffee. "It's not about getting Jesse back Sarah, it's about rediscovering your love for all things other than Jesse. You were excited for this diver before you met them, and you can be excited about the dive for it after you broke up too, Jesse is not the only good thing in the world you know."
Sarah forced a small smile onto her face. "I know Mom... It just... It really sucks you know?"
Marge smiled sympathetically at her daugher. "I do know. And I also know that things are going to get better. I promise."
"Thanks Mom..." Sarah trailed off, staring down at her cereal. "I think I need to go out and buy a new pack of socks from the store. I couldn't find any at all in my room and I know for a fact I don't have any dirty laundry."
Marge laughed. "If it'll get you out of the house then by all means go for it. It's a do nothing day for me, so you can take my car if you'd like."
Sarah perked up a bit. Her mom never let her drive her car. "Really?"
Marge smiled. "Yes really. And if you happen to run into Jesse at the store, don't be afraid to show the old girl off a little."
Sarah grinned for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Maybe this whole dive trip wouldn't be so terrible after all.
***
Not less than 24 hours later, Sarah was regretting every single decision she had ever made up until this point. "You're sure I have to go Mom?" she asked, standing in the living room, peaking out at the bus that wasn't supposed to arrive to pick her up for another 10 minutes.
"Sarah," her mom told her, shooting her a look that was equal parts intimidating and encouraging. "There is so much more out there than Jesse. Or if you want me to put it into marine biologist terms, there are so many other fish in the sea."
Sarah resisted the urge to smile at her mom's corny joke.
"Adventure is out there!" Marge told her, doing her best to put on an encouraging smile. "You shouldn't be in here, moping about over some stupid demiboy that couldn't even bother to break up with you properly. You go on that dive and you show them that you're better than that. You're the up and coming marine biologist that can do anything you set your mind to. So get out there and find some adventure!"
Sarah let herself smile, feeling some of the tension leaving her body. "You really think so?"
"Honey, I know so," Marge told her. "Eventually you'll be out there making memories and having so much fun that you won't even remember your times with Jesse. And instead of losing your socks, your socks will be the ones losing you."
Sarah allowed herself to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of that one. "How did that make any sense at all Mom?"
Marge just shrugged. "Maybe it didn't, but it made you laugh, which is the important thing here."
Sarah smiled.
"Now get out there and go on that dive! You've got this!"
"Yeah, Sarah reassured herself. "I've got this!"
She took a deep breath and pulled her backpack higher up on her back, opening the door and standing in the doorway for a few moments, staring out at the bus. “... Adventure is out there.”
“So why are you in here?” Marge asked.
Sarah hesitated for a moment longer before taking her first step out the door. “I’m not.”
Marge smiled and Sarah did too as she glanced back at her before heading to the end of her driveway. Adventure was out there. And she was going to find it.
Physical Description: He has blond, short hair and ice blue eyes. His face is round, and he has a thin nose, and his body shape is very thin but muscular. His hands often have burn-marks on them.
Height: 170cm
Weight: 59kg
Gender: Man
Pronouns: He/Him
Species: Human
Nationality: Aellwynnian
Orientation: Polysexual
Character traits: Quiet, anxious, loves music, won’t hesitate to put himself in danger to protect his family, stubborn
Enjoys: Playing flute, listening to music, spending time alone with his brother, eaves-dropping at the customers at Roselle’s, revenge
Anecdote: When he turned ten, he got a wooden flute in Midwinter gift, and immediately decided to learn how to play. To begin with, it sounded absolutely awful, but as eventually one of the troubadours guesting Roselle’s heard the squeaking as he’d hid away in one of the pantries to practice, and the troubadour decided to teach him. She still comes back every year to give him lessons and to see how he is, and Lyall sees her as the closest thing to a parent he has. Playing flute is one of the only times he’ll willingly make unnecessary noice, and he is to the most part selectively mute.
I have no clue about Eric in the show. He does have sex with a man at some point (for murderous reasons). I don't think he ever clarifies whether he was attracted to men or not. I remember that he explained it in the books regarding his maker (not the one in the show) but the show is a lot different so that's neither here nor there.
When I did watch it I always thought of him as either bi or pan, I remember watching the scenes with Eric and his his maker and definitely seeing that as an “Eric loves him,” type situation but like you say, from what I can remember of the seasons I watched, there wasn’t any clarification (I mean yeah he had sex with that guy but like you say he did it to seduce him into lowering his guard so he could kill him so I’m hesitant to count that as a point towards canon bi/pan Eric).
Jason is not Bi, he drank a male vamp's blood, I think James, and then he has the normal sex dreams. However, beside the unnaming their bisexuality, James and Eric are biesexuals.
Ahh okay, thanks for clarifying that, I was a little confused. It’s a shame that it was all sex dreams but I didn’t realise that Eric was bi (and I have no idea who James is so clearly I stopped watching before he was introduced haha) so I might give it another shot anyway.
Hey did u hear about the bi-representation that happened on the 100? Clarke was revealed to be bisexual! Her and Lexa kissed and the writers tweeted that she is in fact bi :)
Yep! I watched the 100 specifically for Lexa about a week or two before the kiss was revealed in that spoiler clip and I’ve made a few posts about it on here already, it’s so great and I’m so happy. The writers have done a great job with both characters!
