#qynzel

[shelassos]

The skyscrapers of this city seem to form the shape of a warning.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here. Alas, Diana never was so good at heeding warnings when they did not suit her. She goes where she is needed, even when the Bat disagrees. There are no boundaries to her mission; she lives to serve the innocents that cannot fight for themselves. And the truth is she's still not so certain that her and this mythical crusader truly see eye to eye. He has a brutality that Diana does not possess, even when her hands are crushing a neck between them. She is swift, fast in her deliverance. But is he?

❛ You bleed for this city, ❜ she observes, hands on armored hips, chin titled upward. She is a proud warrior, a prouder Amazon. ❛ But do you think you have brought good to it? ❜ There is no judgement laced in her voice. It is a question she would struggle to answer if asked herself. Still, she is curious to know.

@qynzel / starter call.

[clawsextended]

“ i’m not pissed at you anymore. ”

i’m furious. i’m enraged. i’m so fucking angry. the hatred’s sitting in my gut and it’s burning through my stomach. the acid’s dripping out is what it feels like. i’ve imagined killing her more than twelve or thirteen times even if she’s saved my ass like i can’t believe. keeping a distance between us is painful but the idea of closing the gap is nauseating. i’m stuck between the two fucking extremes, but when doesn’t @qynzel force me into that shit?

but i’m trying not just give in.

holly’s watching tv with bruce. I somehow trust a man who used to be a deranged clown. i’d say ‘ i somehow trust a man ’ but bruce is just bruce, no label required.

i have a few clothes here now that i’m laying low at the fucking quinzel manor because i’m the heiress to the mob. more sentences that make total sense. completely logical. none of it’s completely out of control. black turtleneck is comfy enough, can pull it around me, cable-knit, chunky.

“ i don’t know what the fuck to do with all of this. but sounds like i’m kind of the problem. how do we fix it? my solution’s violence. ”

[shepurrs]

it turned into something bigger.

You're holding Quinn in your arms. You know what it's like to see her cry. You've done this routine so long with each other that you could probably guess her next words, like it's a script you two have been practicing. You also know what it's like to see her come, to make her come. You haven't done that as much, but the times you have are good enough to make your hands travel between your thighs on those lonelier nights.

What you're less confident about is whether you've actually ever seen Harley happy. Have you? Sure, she's laughed before, she's made jokes, but you are left to wonder if there's ever been anything deeper than that.

You're holding her in your arms, and there are tears making her eyes all puffy, and no amount of coming or holding can make things any better than what they are. Because, like Harley herself has said, it turned into something bigger. Everything has become more than it is. More than it should be.

She'd take your pain away from you if she could, Quinn. She really would, but you both know that's too simple to work. Instead, she brushes her lips across her temple and holds her closer. You can stay here tonight, she says, without saying anything at all.

[shepurrs]

do you wish you could still touch him?

❛ I could. ❜

Her words are like a blunt knife that she doesn't care to sharpen. She has adored many material things in her life, and none of them have compared to actually loving someone. Loving him. So, she's not going to rise to the obvious bait. She's not going to act like he is some jewel to be touched and shared.

❛ There's too much you just don't understand, Quinn. ❜ Like how sex doesn't break bonds anymore than it makes them. And Selina is too old, too exhausted, to try to explain things to someone who won't listen. She's wasted her words on too many people in her life, and it's just not worth it anymore. She's screamed and no one came to save her, and she's cried and no one came to comfort her.

Words are cheap, and Selina always did have expensive taste.

❛ Maybe one day, when you stop playing make believe, you'll get it. ❜

[exghul]

mega drain — what wears your muse out the most (ie work, socialization, etc)?

PEOPLE! easily, it is socializing that drains damian's batteries. surprising literally nobody, damian is a hardwired introvert. he had little human interaction outside of the league growing up so living in the bustling city of gotham was overwhelming for him at first. not only was he struggling to grapple with his own identity, the more time he spent among the people the more frustrated he quickly became. grocery stores, standing in line, foot traffic and cars: all too overwhelming to the senses for him.

cameras especially bothered him upon arriving in gotham. reporters would swarm him for the first months when the news caught wind of their billionaire playboy having a biological son, especially one that wasn't a fresh bouncing baby! how could they have hidden him from the public for so long? damian does not care for diplomacy nor does he portray the meek, soft son they expected. camera equipment was thrown to the ground, lenses shattered, and microphones were broken. he didn't leave the manor for a week after the worst of it.

the less interaction he has with people not related to him, the calmer he becomes. if he has to perform any sort of diplomacy, he frustrates easily and is irritable for the days following.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS -- ACCEPTING ! @qynzel ♥

[exghul]

blizzard — does your muse enjoy cold or warm weather?

THE WARM! damian grew up in the arabian peninsula, his time split between nanda parbat ( the peaceful city in the mountains governed by the goddess of karma ) and eish al'afeaa ( the underground utopia that captures ra's al ghul's vision for the world ). in the colder months when the mountains began freezing over, damian ( and typically talia ) would migrate to eish al'afeaa to continue training uninterrupted by weather. if there is a chance to forgo to the cold and relocate somewhere warm: this bird will fly south.

he has never had a love for the cold, winters in gotham are typically miserable for him because of it. he'll dress head to toe, don a thick beanie and bundle up with any scarves he can find. ever pursuant of his aesthetic of full greens, greys, and blacks, however, damian will often find himself colder than necessary because he sacrificed a warm red sweater for a light grey one.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS -- ACCEPTING ! @qynzel ♥

[dollwrote]

“ you’re crushed under the spine bending weight of yourself ”

SHE OPENS HER MOUTH TO ANSWER, BUT SAYS NOTHING. It wasn't her, was it? It was them. It didn't matter what she did or what she said, or even if she said or did nothing at all. It was always wrong. She couldn't defend herself, she couldn't get angry, she couldn't do a damn thing. How do you keep going when you know you're beat before you even start? If she knew what they wanted from her, she'd give it to them. But what they wanted was blood, and it would never be enough.

"I'm not crushed," she almost decides in the moment. "I'm just… becoming someone else, is all. It's fine. I do it all the time." Her smile is mirthless and empty and doesn't reach the rest of her face.

[crimefightr]

me: just minding my business and enjoying ships @shepurrs​ :