Feb 5, 2022
Batgirl vol 2 #1
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Batgirl vol 2 #1
hello, I present to you long haired Shane and a joke @pizzacastella made on twitter
references are on the reblog
“One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room ” for the prompts?👀
So not quite the same but close enough?
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It took a moment to adjust to the dimly lit room. Antiseptic, sick, and scrubbed linen assaulted his nose. Jespar hazard a guess he was in the Temple’s Curarium. He opened his eyes, blinked a few times and turned his head to look at the beds on either side of him. His right was nothing but a wall. His left had a figure turned away from him. Rain pattered against a window nearby along with the distant rumble of thunder.
Slowly, he sat up. Pain arced up his left side and he grunted with effort until he was upright and against the headboard.
“Oh, you’re awake.”
A female voice. Weak, a bit groggy, but familiar. Jespar saw Calia in her own bed across from him, slightly hunched over and leaning against the wall that her bed was beside. She smiled up at him, despite the obvious attempt to not grimace.
“I see you are too,” his tongue felt fuzzy and his own voice sounded slurred and groggy.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m…”
How was he feeling? Now that he thought about it, a dull ache settled where the pain had been. He looked at himself and noted that he was topless with a bandage wrapped securely around his stomach and hips. The starling machines came to mind. One of those spheres nearly cut him in two and he wasn’t fast enough to avoid one of the blades slicing across his side. Lea managed to shove a potion down his throat and wrap it for the remainder of their flight from the Star City.
Thinking of Lea made him sit up straighter.
“How is-“
“She’ll live,” Calia cut in, “the apothecaries said that she was lucky. If we hadn’t triaged it right away, she wouldn’t have made it to the table.”
If you hadn’t healed her, Jespar thought grimly. He saw her body sail through the air again. The metal dragon peeling away to avoid colliding into the building they hid in. The roar reverberating deep into his bones. He squeezed his eyes shut but the image didn’t go away.
“Hey.” Calia’s voice cut in, a little louder.
He looked at her again. Something must have shown on his face because her expression softened.
“Take a look for yourself.”
He didn’t want to.
“I promise, it could have been worse.”
Yes, it could have.
He willed himself to turn; wincing at the pinch from his wrappings. Lea was turned away from him. Body laid out in simple clothes with bloody wraps by the bedside table. Her side rose and fell, sometimes in fits but otherwise in even, shallow breaths. Something released in his chest. An urge to suddenly be closer and see more took hold, overshadowing his initial apprehension.
Blazes, what is wrong with you?
It took much cursing and straining but Jespar finally managed to sit on Lea’s bed. He leaned over her, caught her face scrunched in obvious discomfort. He stroked her cheek, his hand moving on its on accord. She was cold and clammy but the effect of his touch was nearly instantaneous. She mewled and huffed, eyes fluttering open.
“Wha…what?” Yellow eyes blurry and a bit bright in the dim setting of the Curarium. He froze as they fell on him. A small smile spread on her lips. He swallowed and returned it.
“Hello treasure hunter.”
“Hello fair lady.”
He leaned back to give her room to adjust. Really, he was in no state to help her either but they both grimaced and struggled until they were both upright and sitting up. Their legs and hips touched and she placed her hand over his. A sense of…normalcy set in. Normal? What about this was normal?
Calia gave them knowing looks from her side of the room but she was grinning too.
Jespar cocked his head to her, “You want to join in?”
She chuckled and shook her head. “How does the saying go…two is a company, three is a crowd? I’m fine over here.”
A weight settled on his shoulder. Lea mumbled something about “warmth” and tried to snuggle closer. He winced again and tried to adjust.
“You know we’ll never heal this way, right?”
“Don’t care,” she nuzzled his neck. Warmth bloomed in his gut and he sighed.
The door opened on the far side and Jespar craned to see the Apothecary staring stupidly in their direction. It was comical, the man’s mouth hung open and his hand still on the door handle. Then he kicked into action and sputtered several curses and sighs as he walked to them.
“Now really, Mysir Dal’Varek, I must insist you stay in your own bed!”
Jespar gave the man a quizzical look, “This isn’t my first offense?”
Calia chuckled again from her perch, “I think you were still half drugged but you attempted to crawl into the Prophetess’ bed as soon as she came out of surgery.”
Jespar made an “oh” face then grinned. Yes, this felt…normal. In fact he was starting to feel like himself again. He gave the Apothecary a lazy smile, “Can you blame me?”
No, it seems, he could not. After some more whining and being hauled to his feet and into another bed, the Apothecary changed their wraps, applied more salve, and insisted that they don’t share any more beds. A point made when Jespar was no longer beside Lea but on the farthest side of the room from her. Both women laughed when the Apothecary left and Jespar made the trek across the room back to Lea’s bed.
A few hours later, the Apothecary found all three of them curled in various and awkward positions on Lea’s bed. Jespar convinced Calia for some fun and to his surprise, she agreed this time. Calia and Jespar were on either side of Lea. Both had their arms wrapped around her yet their bodies bent in angles that allowed the least amount of pain. It must have been a sight because the man sighed heavily, drooped his shoulders, and left. They burst into laughter, then into coughing fits and groans from, no doubt, pulling at their injuries.
Calia limped back to her bed. Jespar stayed, an arm wrapped around Lea as she dozed at his side.
Normal.
Completely, utterly, normal.
some picrew fun while i work bc i’m a good employee
picrew links: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6
Spook Me Tag
Thank you both, @cozylemonade and @nebula-tiger for tagging me!
Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.
@starryfalls, @indiepxls, @agentwashsims, @moonfllwr, @berry-sim-wonderland, @cat-nerd-sims, @simpai, @justkeeponsimming, @zimbyplays, and @loopysims
Questions and my answers are below the cut c:
First Lines
Tagged by both @boutiquetraveltravelboutique and @catholicnicky because honestly the time it takes me to get round to these is inevitably enough time for someone else to tag me. I’ll tag @skatingthinandice @bewires and @dreamtiwasanarchitect if you haven’t already done this!
Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.
Run Girl Run: The way Nile saw it, was that if she’d been granted a rapidly-healing undying body then she may as well have fun with it.
Take My Hand: The first time Orym had fucked Dorian that night, neither of then had lasted more than a few minutes.
Every Halfling Needs a Winggnome: It’s rather sad, if Dorian thinks about it, that over the course of his life there have been very few people he could reasonably call his friends.
Perfect Fit: The problem with balls, Dorian had discovered long ago, was that most of the time they were typically full of people you wouldn’t actually want to ever be introduced to.
Quest for Ciri: Geralt was tired.
A is for Artist: Benedict Bridgerton had been in many a ridiculous situation in his three decades of life, and yet there was something particularly embarrassing about the one he had most recently found himself in.
Safe Harbour: In the short time Paolo had set up shop in the Netherlands, he’d come to know a few of his regular customers rather well.
Steal Me Away: It was ridiculous, Joe thought, as he was yanked off the street and bundled into a car, that he’d been kidnapped three times in the last couple of months and it was only now, on the fourth occasion, that anyone had actually noticed.
All Saints’ Days: In hindsight, Nile thought, it was probably the trip to Lourdes that had set it all off.
Take a Breath and Softly Say Goodbye: Joe was all of five years old when he got married.
In terms of patterns... I clearly like to open with a vaguely tongue-in-cheek sentence about what the POV character is thinking! I think my writing style changes depending on what exactly I’m writing but my default “author voice” is kind of irreverant and matter-of-fact. I mean even looking back to the very first fic I put on AO3 I don’t think my core writing style has changed at all. It’s matured, sure, but the vibes are still there. If you got an AI to mangle a load of works into 1 doc I think I’d be able to my own writing out of a lineup.
I took an enneagram test and my results were inconclusive but I’m either a 7w6, 2w1, or 9w1.
based on reading, I’m probably a 2w1