#risksfalling

[madeamazon]

[ text sent: dick ] dick? you still up?    //   @risksfalling

[scavengered]

✧･ﾟ * ｡ﾟ.*  @risksfalling​​  »  liked for a festive starter !

                               “                              EHM ,  DICK  ?!       Why is it so  bright  in here ?    And what is this tree doing  inside  your home ?      ”

[gothamdetected-a]

dick but he just ... hugs his dad ???

[starheroics]

@risksfalling​ sent  dick but he places a flower in kori's hair :')

A scarlet hue settles upon the glow of Kori’s orange skin. She smiles, watching Dick reach up on his toes to place the plant cutting in her hair. It’s a beautiful purple color, complimenting the rich red hue of her hair. “What’s this for?” she wonders aloud. “Don’t tell me just because,” she teases.

[guiltspelled]

          "  don't upset your father, not now.  "

@risksfalling​.

[exposestruth]

... are you my new mom ? O.O

lois vc: like i’d let bruce wayne ruin innocent kids alone

[fairdoves]

. ﾟ * ｡ ･          “ i can’t stay. ”    words are clipped,  cold,  precise,  short.  like she’s already worked out how this conversation will go.  she has,  for the most part,  but she doesn’t have the energy to replay it again.  but she’s sure of at least a few things.

one.   she can’t think.  not with jericho’s room being one door away.  not with everyone’s stony faces,  like they’re all trying not to crack under the pressure of it all.  not with the stack of records sitting on her dresser that jericho had forgotten to put back.    two.  she needs to leave.  the tower holds nothing but death now and it feels like the walls are closing in around her,  even though they’re the ones she felt most safe beneath just a few nights ago.   three.  she wants so badly to cry.  just get it all out.  not a single tear has been shed yet,  but then again,  she also hasn’t met his eyes since this morning.  

        “ i can’t do it. ”       /     @risksfalling​     liked !

[shenoiir]

       ‘ how many times do i have to tell you ! ‘ she swung the car’s door open. head leaned downward. chocolate tendrils of her hair hang carelessly, creating a shiny crown around her sharp-shaped face. the street lights are toying with her delicate posture. ‘ stop breaking into my car ! ‘ her soft heart is trying to fight her strong mind. like fighting with the wind. after a few seconds of provoked tension, rosa smiled slightly. ‘ how are you feeling by the way ? ‘ tone of voice lowers its temper. still husky at the very end.

       𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.  —  @risksfalling​