Kyle Rayner
@artistgreenlantern.bsky.social
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"𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸." - #DCRP + #MVRP. PENNED BY JOKERUSSY LOVER ❤.
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artistgreenlantern.bsky.social
Oh, hey, red velvet cake. Come here often?
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Yasssss queen! As you should!
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Did Batman just queen tf out?
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🎨: dwandwan on deviantart.
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Oh, no, I meant Ceiling South.

But I'll buy you cake if you want.
impulsivespeedster.bsky.social
Bart day? Wait. Did I forget my birthday again? No, no. I am pretty sure I am a warm weather kid-
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Wait, no. I mean the other one.
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Fuck it

#WALLYWESTWEDNESDAY

Posting my favorite pics of my bud Wally. He got hit in the Wally Westicles.
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Ah. So, you're nosy. That it?
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[A huff.]

Look, I just kind of give a shit now? Seeing you all miserable about it
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[Staring. Unsatisfactory answer.]
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((Brother. My wrist and shoulder hurt after doing that.
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𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 on time. Not late, but also not too early.

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

A superfluous game of ethical chess.

At exactly 6 on the dot- which he checked from his wrist watch- he pressed the doorbell, running a nervous hand through his hair to ensure it was laying flat.
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finger.

For the sake of the detour he'd promised, Kyle slipped into an alleyway as quietly as he could, returning the ring back onto its chain around his neck.

With the bags of takeout in his hand, he elected to walk the rest of the way to Jason's place.

That way, he could ensure he was
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embarrassing.

Shoes on, and wallet retrieved, he sent the other man a quick text:

"Leaving now. See you soon!"

He had no intentions of using the train. That'd take too long. Exiting the apartment, he locked the front door, looked both ways, then slipped his ring off his necklace and onto his
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clock read 5:15.

He needed to get a move on.

A quick shower later, he would be drying himself off, before dressing into the Nine Inch Nails shirt he'd picked out, layering it with a button-up for warmth.

The winds had definitely shifted, and he wasn't eager to catch a chill. That'd be
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wretched eyes upon that damningly beautiful face.

The face that seemed to find its way upon his canvas, time and time again, even when he hadn't meant for it to.

In his wait, the boy must've fallen asleep. For when he opened his eyes again, his neck was stiff, his shoulders cramped, and the wall
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The route, too, was painstakingly and vividly maped out within his head.

There really was nothing to do, except to sit around and bite his fingers and will time to go by faster.

If Kyle Rayner ever had a purgatory, he supposed it would be this- counting down the seconds till he got to lay his