#wishwove

[hopelass]

SOKKA SAID:    i would’ve loved you for a lifetime.   /      [  ACCEPTING. ]          @wishwove

❝     sweet love  ,    ❞       she addresses him deliberately,   knowing that his lion heart still beats with softness despite the courage he is forced to carry on with.      you must forgive her if such a term of endearment is too much,   but yue has not been without him in the same way he’s been without her.    her love for him only grows,   bigger and bigger with each passing night as she watches him travel the world.    her promise remains intact    —     she is still with him,   even when he can’t see her.      

only when the moon is at its fullest can she appear,   ethereal and tethered to the water,   and even then she must keep the amount of distance necessary to honor her place as a spirit.     she is careful not to say   MY LOVE,   because sokka belongs to the earth right now.    he belongs to the places he’s visited and the people he’s met,    the ones he can wrap his arms around and talk with when the sun is shining.     still,   yue offers him these moments by the river to remind him he hasn’t been forgotten,   that she continuously honors and thinks of him in the same way he does her.     every part of her being that she can still feel wants to glide across the brook and embrace him when she hears his voice,   sees his devoted place.    to compensate,   yue sends a small wave his way and laughs   (  in a way that carries,  in a way that stays,  )   as it crashes over his foot.      as always,   there’s a sadness to it,   but an overwhelming fondness as well.  

❝    i know you would’ve.    and i would have done the same,    whether bound to you or not.   ❞           there’s no use dwelling on how things could have been,   though.    perhaps this tragedy has allowed them to be closer than they would’ve been had she been able to marry hahn.     no matter what,   the story of the warrior who loved the moon is a sad one     —    but that doesn’t mean it always will be,   or that the warrior has to be sad until then.     yue meets sokka’s eyes across the pass and,   despite being divine,   feels blessed.       ❝    . . .   but you are in the arms of the human world right now.    it would make me sad to see you sitting alone until we’re reunited.    we will be reunited,   sokka,   someday,   and in a way much different than this.    until then   . . .   please live for me.    please love for me.    you have  all  of my blessings.   ❞

[loisjoanne-moved]

@wishwove​ ​ :  ❛  you should have told me sooner  ❜  (  lana  lang  ) 

wordlessly  agreeing,    even  if  the  mere  indication  that  lois  couldn’t  think  ahead  sparks  up  a  fear  of  resentment .   always  first  in  everything,  a  champion  to  her  own  ambition,   never  ever   one  to  miss  a  key  step,  she  learns   as   fast  as  she  speaks   &   it  has  never  failed  her.  there  has  been  no  corner  left  unchecked  in  her  work,  no  story  not  explored  to  every  end    she  is  the  best    no  need  to  gloat,   she  wears   it  with  pride,  a  silent  reminder  when  she’s  cast  to  the  side.   but  this  is  different,  this   has  always   been  different.  in  clark  ,  superman  ,   there’s  no  expert.   hands  folded  politely,  tongue  held  in  her  cheek,   as  she  holds  back  a  remark  that  misses  it’s   bat,   blood  rushing  to  her  own  ears  in  anticipation.       ❝   i  didn’t  know.    ❞     the  phrase  falls  out  awkwardly  :  a  biter  taste  in  her  mouth  

of  course   lana  is  the  first  she  calls  ,   the short  list  of  people  she  trusts  always  begins  with  the  familiar   face  of  smallville,   a  friend  to  clark  since  childhood  who  understands.   the  secret  they  keep  unspoken,  but  it’s  between  them.   lois  purses  her  lips,  a  habit  formed  in  anxiety,  in  being  around  so  much  she  doesn’t  understand  and  expects  lana  to  at  least   know  more.   to   empathize,  to  help  carry  the  weight  of  superman  between  them.     ❝   has   this  happened  before  ?    ❞     inching    a  bit  closer  :   body  language  written  with  anxiety  attempting  to  loosen  just  for  a  moment.  [ it  helps  to  imagine  an  interview  rather  than   a  plagued  clark,   she  detaches  herself  from  personal   relationships,  instead  turning  on  the  reporter  like  instincts.  ]      ❝   i  don’t  understand  what’s  wrong  with  him .   ❞

[theyhealers-a]

@wishwove​   →    c. king  &  c. deluca.  

PLOTTED STARTER.

seattle’s a rainy hellscape,  that’s one thing she knows for certain.  a change of scenery had been much needed though,  so she’d found herself here through some whirlwind of events charlotte’s not sure she even quite understands.  still,  it’s a good job at a good hospital and she’s not gonna look that in the face and decline.  and that’s how charlotte king finds herself familiarizing herself with a new hospital and its staff.  as chief of staff she oughta know some of ‘em,  right?  

whether she’s the one to bump into someone new   (   permitting they’ve got the time to have a conversation   ),   or they stop her?  she might as well engage.  this time she’s the one to approach,  a doctor standing conversing with nurses she’s already met.  the nurses seem to scatter as charlotte approaches  —  nothing odd,  it’s happened before  —  and the doctor finds herself leaning against the nurses station,  a smile on her lips as she reads the name embroidered on the white coat they all wear,   “doctor deluca,  doctor charlotte king,  i’m the new chief of staff,”   a hand extends to shake,   “thought i’d come introduce myself,”

[colratura]

❛  i’m  getting  déjà  vu.  ❜  the  setting  is  the  same  :  the  sun  high  in  the  afternoon  sky  ,  creating  a  splattering  of  yellows  &  blues  across  the  landscape.  the  sand  giving  way  to  their  feet  ,  the  air  warm  against  their  skin.  only  thing  missing  is  ...  the  people.  she  remembers  what  it  was  like  to  be  surrounded  by  humanity  ,  to  protect  everyone  she  comes  into  contact  with.  but  now  --  she  protects  them  from  her.  so  perhaps  this  is  a  case  of  déjà  vu  !  but  it’s  nowhere  near  the  same  ;  thena  &  @wishwove  are  no  longer  the  same  people.  they  were  part  of  a  family  that  haven’t  been  a  family  in  eons.  life  has  brought  them  to  different  places.  [  tragic  that  the  world  ending  is  what  forces  their  family  to  reunite.  ]  ❛  do  you  miss  it  ?  all  of  us  together  ,  going  around  the  world  &  helping  the  world  ?  ❜

[abedeer]

❝   jeez  ,   p  -  bel   —   your   stuff   is   really    . . .   pink.   ❞  she  sounds  so  enthused ,  at  least  in  her  head  she  does  (  she  may  be  a  performer  but  there  are  some  things  even  she  isn’t  prepared  to  fake  her  way  through ;  there  was  no  pink  in  the  nightosphere.  just  blood  orange  and  sooooo  much  screaming  ) .  floating  across  the  threshold  with  another  box  of  affects  (  at  least  it  wasn’t  furniture  this  time  )  ,  marcy  finally  collapsed  onto  the  floor  on  her  back.   ❝   that’s  everything   —   or  at  least  i  really ,  really ,  really  hope  that’s  everything.   ❞   black  hair  unspools  onto  her  floor ,  and  in  celebration ,  her  arms  swing  up  into  the  air.  strange  as  bonnie’s  aesthetic  was ,  she  would  always  be  worth  trying  for.   ❝   cave  sweet  cave !   ❞   even  for  her ,  that  took  some  effort.   ❝   let’s  set  the  rest  of  that  stuff  up  later ,  we  got  living  to  do.   ❞ @wishwove​

[industryalist]

❛❛    —   is  this  the  day  i  teach  you  how  to  drive ?    ❜❜  coming  to  a  rolling  stop  at  the  light ,  hands  adjusted  the  tie  in  her  hair  as  she  looked  over  korra’s  way.  not  a  year  after  the  second  earth  empire  fiasco ,  still  so  much  to  do   —  cleaning  out  the  stragglers  the  old  imperial  territories ,  the  equalists  splinter  cells ,  the  triad  turf  wars ,  rebuilding  all  the  infrastructure  kuvira  and  her  goons  destroyed   —  and  here  she  is  on  a  sunday  drive  with  the  avatar.  important  to  get  away  from  all  of  that ,  she  argued ,  one  hand  on  the  wheel  and  the  other  on  korra’s  leg.    ❛❛    it’s  up  to  you.  there’s  always  dinner ,  or  that  turtleduck  ride  you  owe  me.    ❜❜    fond  gaze  softens ,  and  she  jokingly  prods  the  avatar’s  ribs  with  a  grin.   ❛❛    orrrrrrrrrrrr  . . .  i  have  the  shock  glove  in  the  back.  we  could  go  put  all  those  hours  in  the  gym  to  good  use ,  not  like  there’s  any  shortage  of  little  old  ladies  getting  robbed  right  now.    ❜❜

@wishwove​

[klarsynt-arc]

@wishwove​ for susan storm || s.c.

             “  you know,  i could get used to doing the whole helping the ‘good guys’, thing  ”   his voice is a quiet timber.  umber hues focus down on his palm,  carefully wrapping a bandage around it.  okay,  so he still gets himself banged up on this side of things but at least it fees worth it.   “  not having to hide shit from the cops—  it’s kinda convenient.  ”

[altmanmd-a]

@wishwove​   →   plotted starter  ;  m. sloan.

mark sloan.  had anyone told her a week ago that she’d have agreed to go on a date with mark sloan.   (   a date.  mark sloan.   ),   she’d never have believed them.  holy shit.  maybe it’s the fact that he’s not the sort who does dates,  right?  he doesn’t do dates,  does he?  but he wants to go on a date with her?  wow.  

fingers drum lightly on the table as she waits.  okay,  so teddy had arrived a little too early...  she likes being early,  but maybe not this early.  not early enough that she’s been asked four times if she’s been stood up.  awkward.  there’s a smile on her lips as she sees him approaching,  and she lifts a hand to wave in order to make sure he sees her.   “hey!  so i got here early...  like half an hour ago,  embarrassingly enough,  mostly ‘cuz i’ve never been here before and i wanted to make sure i found it okay.  turns out it was easy,  so...”   she shrugs,  laughing,   “anyway,  how are you?”