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“you’re in too deep this time , you know that?” ── @toendwar .
a hand on the small of her back, turning her leaving frame towards his. Chin tilted upwards slightly, looking down at her with ease. Trying to war with the silence that stretched between them.
“ You think that scares me? “ He asked, other hand settling against her hip. “ You’ll have to do better than that, Diana. “
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Your reunion is a strange one; of this, you have no doubt. You’ve been gone for so long. You’ve changed so much. And she? She hasn’t changed at all. She is like the ice to your weathered mountaintop; her coldness is reminiscent. You can smell her anger from here---mingling with pain and hurt. And you know all of it is because you’d left her without a word, without a warning, without a goodbye.
She should have known this would have happened. She should have expected this from you.
“You’re upset.” You know you don’t really need to say it, but you do anyway. There’s a step closer and you reach out to trace the rough pads of your fingers along her cheekbone. Does she hate you for it? Does she still love you? You can’t help wondering even as you take her chin in your hand and lightning thrums through your fingertips. Your gray-green eyes look her over, scrutinizing her face. “But you came looking for me anyway.”
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the world was mourning. superman was no more. he’d given his life protecting the very people that had tried to hang him for being different. the events that unfolded were like something out a nightmare arthur woke up from time and time again. he’d always wondered what would happened if the world discovered the powerful that walked among them. those that could fly faster than a speeding bullet, a former king who refused to die, and a traumatized millionaire supplied with a personal arsenal.
arthur had flown to paris, partly for pleasure but, mostly, for a friend. a steaming cup of coffee is held in one hand and several freshly baked croissants in the other ( in a bag, of course ). he wandered the halls of the louvre until his gaze fell on the one he was looking for. a smile starts stretching across his face.
“ long time no see, “ the smile grows. there was always a comfortable aura around the other that was hard to deny. like everything was right with the world. or like nothing could possibly happen in her presence. after a greeting he holds out the coffee and one of the croissants. “ just wanted to check in. see how you’re doing. “
“ i found salvation last night ” / @toendwar
HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. Throat dry, and FEET stand still. He is ALL awkwardness, and MELENCHOLY BLEEDS. How he wishes he could be ANYONE else in this moment, WILL he ever be what SHE needs ? Bruce doesn’t want to think about that BIG ambiguous question. Thing is ? He’ll constantly disappoint, NOT out of want but out of sheer DUTY. He’s SUPPOSED to be this billionaire, this LARGER than life figure, and PERHAPS. PERHAPS if he had been dealt a different cards he’d be a DIFFERENT man. DIFFERENT. The word resounds, and FILLS up headspace. He looks at the woman who is in his STUDY now, and he wishes he was WORTHY of such words. Then again he’s doing what he does BEST, he ASSUMES.
‘ I’m not who you want ---- I look at you and I see a woman who deserves more than I can GIVE ” WORDS heavy as he tries to be as eloquent as possible, ‘ I--I I’m not saying this to UPSET you or to be UNGRATEFUL but, what I’m saying Diana is TRUTH ---- SIMPLE , to the point ’ IF only she met him a few years later. He would become COMFORTABLE with the man he was meant to become. NOW ? He’s awkward, UNCOMFORTABLE with playing GOD when it comes to ARKHAM. Bruce looks once more at Diana, ‘ Salvation is not PERMANENT. I am slipping away each day . . . ’ He talks about his training, what he had ONCE believed. Bruce Wayne is going through a METAMORPHOSIS. ‘ THIS is how you can know me ’
@toendwar said: “ I have this dream you're doing cool shit, having adventures on your own. Maybe you meet some woman on the internet and take her home. ”
He’s still not over it, the day he woke up alone. How could he be? It’s an impression that won’t go away; an echo of a short moment in time that sustained long -lasting effects. It’s a souvenir of a love lost that seeks refuge in the deepest part of his brain where memories go to die ---- so why hasn’t it died?
That morning, it’s still with him, latching onto his thoughts and refusing to let go. The aftermath of something that he dared to consider real ended up being just another reminder of how he always played the fool. He fondly remembers the pacing in his bedroom, the tears he allowed himself to quietly cry, the way his lips met the bottle one too many times. Hours turned into days, into weeks, into months. She didn’t care about him, so why should he?
It’s embarrassing, the way he so easily fell back into a pattern of familiarity. The drinking, the drugs, the late night fucks ---- it’s a vicious cycle that he knows all too well which is why he so easily found peace within it. Pain, confusion, regret, that empty feeling; it all hurts, but hurt is the only thing he can depend on.
Now she’s in front of him again, speaking words that ring with jealousy.
How dare she ----
Fingers drum atop the table they’re seated at. Deep brown eyes stare daggers at the woman across from him. Teeth collect the skin of his cheek. “ What do you care what I do? ” He scoffs and it somehow turns into bewildered laughter. “ You’re the one that left me. ” His words are sharp and venomous; the reminder is supposed to bite. It pains him to treat her this way, but her actions pained him all the same.
Quickly, he reiterates, “ You left me. ” There’s no hint of remorse as his stare grows heavier, more intense. “ I was finally starting to move on and forget--- ” a lie. “ ---but now you’re here again, and for what? To hurt me a little more? To remind me that I wasn’t good enough for you? ” It’s pitiful, the way he allows his wall of anger to grow so easily. Sadly, it’s the only thing he trusts to keep him safe. He’d let his guard down before and the result is more than enough reason for him to never want to do it again.
“ I’m an idiot for even bothering. ”
I saw you in a dream, you came to me. you were the sweetest apparition, such a pretty vision saw you in a dream, the japanese house / @toendwar
@toendwar said : ❛ everything that defines me is nothing that i am. ❜
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the god of thunder lets his gaze drift to the hammer that rests on the table in front of him . a glass is full of whatever he could find laying around in the cabinets but will not relieve him from any stress due to its lack of potency . ❝ then why don’t YOU tell me what you are . enlighten me on who you are , not what the world sees you as . there is only one person that knows the true version of you and that is yourself ?? ❞
if only he could do the same for himself . so much expected of him , so many that look to him to guide and lead . what a tremendous amount of pressure for a prince to bear . yet still , he takes it all in stride , that worry and doubt buried beneath a strong demeanor and straight shoulders with a smile practiced through time to convince himself that its real .
❛ you’ve gotta admit , this is a strange time to be alive ❜
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