her relationship with dinah is hard to explain, and her feelings towards the current issue is even harder to put into words. english isnāt sinās first language, though sheās worked hard to learn, certain things are more difficult to place. her shoulderās shrugged instead, legs tucking up so her knees are pressed to her chest. itās a guarded position, a sign that a button had been pressed.Ā ā sheās saved my life before. i could never wish her harm. pain, physical or emotional, is not an ideal teacher. ā effective, though. sin knew too much about the topic, her first memories arenāt of family, but of lessons and discipline that sheād later learn to be abuse.
despite the sensitive nerve struck for her, heās amusing and a grin threatened itās way to her face. she tried to hide it, lips pressed together to conceal a laugh. he was suddenly close though, and she must have been distracted, because she didnāt notice him grab the pillow until itās in front of his face. sinās alarmingly quick in retaliation, and snatched the pillow away mid sentence.Ā ā you shouldnāt cover your face, it would be a great disservice to the community.Ā ā the words sounded nearly foreign to her, because sheās never really flirted before. she pressed the pillow to his chest instead, leaning forward to seemingly accept the challenge.Ā ā before you go trying to fight me, you should probably know iāve been told i am kind of a ninja. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā jason was silent. pain wasĀ his teacher.Ā sure, bruce was too once upon a time, but before and after him jason was by himself. he had to navigate the world by himself. bruce might have saved him, but he also abandoned him -- just like his mother. he didn't feel saved at all. āwell then, you're lucky. no one saved me,ā he shrugged, going silent once more.Ā āsometimes pain is all a person has to hold onto, it's as good a teacher as anything else.āĀ pain stemmed from experience, and in turn that experience goes towards preventing future pain. one way or another, it's made him who he was and is.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā before he could continue to drag himself down with the conversation, he was startled by how much he apparently wanted to stare at the woman. being that close to her -- even if it was for a brief moment -- only furthered his desire to close the distance for a lot longer. he was barely able to juggle that thought when the cushion was removed from his grip and a smirk was slowly appearing on his lips. āis this you admitting that i'm handsome and that you want to look at me some more? i can have that arranged, you know. it's also not the only part of me that's fucking amazing -- just saying,ā he offered her a wink as hands reached out to try and gain possession of the cushion once more. when she pressed it against his chest, an eyebrow arched and for a fleeting moment he seemed impressed. āi've faced my fair share of ninjas,ā he pointed out. after all, he was trained by talia. lifting his soft blue hues to her brown, jason slowly snuck his hand onto her waist. then, without warning, he flipped them over so that she was pinned below him. āwhat was that about you being a ninja?ā
