#reignthem

[sunlightreverie]

@reignthem

she shouldn't be here. despite the restless desire to run, her feet remain firmly planted on the flagstones, hand poised only inches from the doorbell she can't bring herself to ring.

sam deserves better. better than a luthor's guilt at midnight, a billionaire looking for a free handout in the arms of her ex-turned-friend, especially when she's got a preteen to get off to school in the morning.

she shouldn't be here. and yet she makes no move to go, car keys heavy at the bottom of her pocket while her fingers slide across her phone screen to text.

[lena > sam] Can I come in?

[swallowpitted]

@reignthem

"hey, welcome back to the land of the conscious and, y'know, willingly able!" kara is cheery, head to toe in the cape and the boots, holding a tray of assorted fruit, veggies, a nice sandwich that she's made especially (thank you very much!) with all her favourite toppings, assuming that sam would probably just appreciate the same.

if she even is sam right now. there hasn't been much of a routine to the changes according to lena, but kara is optimistic. she grins, wide and cheesy, "what's up, buttercup?"

[danviers]

@reignthem asked: “  how long until you realize i’m here to stay?  ”

" I know you are, " came Alex's concession: a quiet one, a sincere one, unmoored by the tremulous bob of her throat as she swallowed.

The bold and uncomplicated truth of that statement — I'm here to stay, I am not going anywhere, ever — wasn't something that could be denied or underplayed; not anymore. Not with Reign condemned to the same dark, elemental, primordial ooze from whence she'd come, the wounds she'd inflicted already metamorphosed, somewhat, into far more manageable scars. Not when they'd already surpassed so many herculean hurdles.

The alternative, given all that they'd been through, was just too tragic to consider. Too much to even entertain the thought of.

" It just feels too good to be real. " Too precious to be anything but a waking dream, like the flutter of the pulse in Sam’s wrist, tangible beneath the ginger graze of Alex's fingertips.

[lgbtcorp]

@reignthem.

"we need to talk."

a finger runs over the cuticle of her thumb and she resists the urge to pick, and it feels as though she's being fucking eaten alive from the inside out. this is no usual evening tryst between them. usually, she'd wait until it was dark. she'd wait until her schedule had been cleared entirely, and the reams of papers sitting on her desk just felt a little too monumental for her to face, and then clink two tumblers together and relax the knot in her neck just out of sight of prying eyes. but as soon as the last intern fishes out his coffee mug from the break room sink, she starts, hard, toward sam's office and lingers in the doorway.

(he's in her head. he's under her skin. she can smell that god-awful cologne from the other night, and can see the wine glass cracking under the force of his thumb once more. Iex is everywhere — he is in her phone, on her back, in the fucking shadows.)

"it's important."

[quantumjumper]

@reignthem asked:

“ i kinda, sorta wrecked your ship. “

For a moment, upset and annoyance flash across his face as he surveys the decimated vessel, but when he looks towards the apologetic hero that looks more broken up about it than him, he lets out a sigh and lets his face fall to something more just tired-he can't quite manage assuring-.

"It's fine. Honestly, this ain't the worst shape it's been in, so I know it'll bounce back. Just means I gotta find somewhere to cr- ....stay, in the meantime."

[enginire]

@reignthem: so you’re not completely heartless.

it's something of an unfair assumption people have made of her — she turns her back on the plight of the tail, and focuses her energy on perpetuity. servicing the engine. keeping first and second in check. the means in which she works are particularly damning, and shattered limbs are just the start of it. (she's made decisions she isn't proud of — she's done things that turn her stomach at night and she sees playing through her mind when she tries to sleep. josie is one of them. Iayton, another. but you can't tame the cold, so they have to do their best to live with it. survival comes at a cost.)

"call me what you like. ruthless, mean, cruel, cold — i've heard it all before. and you're right. i am. i never claimed otherwise." it's the same conversation, over and over. meIanie controls the train like a puppet on strings, but put anyone else up before wiIford's name and they'll shatter like a frostbit arm. (cruelty begets cruelty. but it also keeps them moving forward. the ricochet within the train is nothing compared to what would happen if they stopped.) "if you need someone to hate, then fine. you've got it. but my goal on this train is to preserve life."

one leg tucks itself over the other as meI leans back into the chair, and it's a hard glare that holds them in silence for a few seconds.

"— there's a cabin in second for you and ruby if you want it. mr wiIford assigned it personally. he sees your value."

[agcntvasqucz]

"my apologies. i was dealing with an uninvited guest." .||. a meme from @reignthem

Susan lifted her eyes for a moment, standing utterly motionless as an eyebrow climbed up her forehead. Then the possibly ominous meaning of her words hit, causing the agent to narrow her eyes suspiciously for the briefest of moments. "That sounds...vaguely ominous," she finally said lightly, tone curious rather than suspicious, "Did a rogue Karen hit the supervillain switch? Not that I'd blame you, pretty sure it's a public service...but I have a procedure for that."

[rubycaped]

@reignthem​​ asked: ❝ that’s it, i’m carrying you to bed. ❞ // sleepy prompts // accepting

    though she would claim she could stay awake for a while longer, it was evident to just about anyone that Kate absolutely needed a good twelve hour appointment with a comfy bed. she had over extended herself in her work, spending long nights that extended into late mornings in her investigations. 

     it wasn’t anything new for a bat outta gotham to run on fumes. burning the candle at both ends was practically a tradition among the knights. but she wasn’t in gotham right now.

     “ no. stop. anything but that~ ”