Dedication: For the Boy, who agreed with me last night when I said, "Oh my god, Klarion and Black Alice should go out," and for shiarpunch, who was the first person today to actually say, "Ok, I ship it." ^_^
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He felt...a tickle in his magic.
Not a tug. Not a jab. Not an attack. A tickle.
How curious.
It was there, and then it was gone. But it was traceable. So Klarion followed it. It wasn't very hard. He traced it and he saw...
...a goddess.
On the field of battle.
And she looked like she was his age! Maybe a year older.
Hair as black as nightmares, skin as pale as alabaster, boots he could have stood up inside. Her lips, her nails, her most gloriously tattered garments...all black!
Her eyes were shut, the very picture of divine repose, as around her raged a battle most bizarre. Klarion saw a harlequin, a banshee, a shootist, the great and terrible Bane, and some others arrayed before a fearsome host. But the goddess stood back, and then...
And then.
She grew three feet taller, her hair streamed from her head, her clothes became robes, she opened her eyes and all the starry night was within them. And for a moment she raised her hands, and all the hosts of the Dreaming flowed from them in a swirl of sand.
The enemy host fell, and so did she, wilting to the ground like a pale flower, her divine attributes fading. Her comrades—servants, perhaps—rushed to her side not quite in time to catch her.
He was faster! Although Teekl, perched on his shoulder, did protest his leap.
One of her comrades, a large, tawny man, glanced askance at Teekl and then said, “Who are you?”
Before he could reply—the goddess stirred! She murmured, she turned her head in his hands, her eyes fluttered open—and she frowned. “Are you...blue? Did I do that?”
“No, my lady! But if you had, I would be immensely honored.”
She sat up, brow crinkling most charmingly. “Who are you?”
“Klarion. Of Limbo Town.” He took her hand and kissed it. “I felt your touch, dark goddess, and I came to you. May I know your name?”
“Ok, that's enough.”
“I—unhand me!”
The clawed woman was, with her mask, very difficult to read, but she seemed to be frowning. “Get lost, shorty.”
“But—”
“Black Alice is not for you.” And that was Bane, who was standing very close. “Depart.”
“Is that your name? Black Alice?” He extracted his coat from the clawed woman's grip and shyed away from Bane, straightening his collar. “It's lovely. Enchanting. I am at your service, o divine Black Alice.”
Teekl was hissing at the tawny man, who hissed back, and then said to the shootist, “That is not a cat.”
“Yeah? How do you know?”
“You're going to second-guess Catman? Cats are my thing.”
Klarion plucked a fallen gun from the ground, and in seconds it was a bouquet of pitch-black daffodils. “For you, my lady.”
Black Alice took them, blinking. “Really?”
“Go away, little creepy thing.” The harlequin had spidered over, its masked face somehow disapproving. “And that's coming from me. Shoo.”
“Maybe you should go.” Black Alice picked herself up from the ground, blushing. “My fam—my fri—they get a little weird sometimes.”
The banshee laid a cool hand on his shoulder. “Run along, little witch boy.”
Klarion beamed at her, feeling...more intimidated than he would happily admit to. “You know what I am!”
“Of course I do, dear.” Her smile was not friendly. “Run along.”
“Well, I, ah—I will go! But—call my name, divine Alice, and I will be forever at your service! Klarion, of Limbo Town!” He held out a hand. “Come, Teekl!”
As he faded from sight, he heard the glorious goddess say, faintly, “A boy's never brought me flowers before.”
“Hmph,” said the harlequin. “Disturbing little creature.”
“I thought he was cute.” She stared into her bouquet. “Klarion. Of Limbo Town.”
shiarpunch replied to your post: like I can’t even imagine how weird and awkward it...
I think that some artists drew him pretty good looking pre-boot too, of course not AS hot but yeah. Idk, I’m welcoming his hotness with open arms, because yeah… Wow hi.
I still need to go back and read preboot stuff because wow I want more rogues in my life
((Greetings, personal blog! Have some headcanon as a thanks))
Daken feels a scrap of pity, and even that is not the right word for his particular mix of disdain and disappointment, for all heroes. There is also envy of the way they can live in the light, whereas he and those of his ilk must stick to the shadows.
One day he will run an empire, and it will the be heroes who will scramble for a living in the dark.
I guess they mean TV-series, but I'm gonna say X-Men? uvu
❤ male: are you trying to murder me (hawkeye)❤ female: PIXIE (MY WIIFE)✖ least favorite: loki (im sorry)✔ who resembles me: hmm BRUCE BANNER I THINK❤ most attractive: no oh my god WOLVERINE AND THOR A TOTAL TIE❤ three more characters that i like: hawkeye, jubilee, cyclops
