‘the good times’
But those were the first to
leave my mind
They smiled nervously, looking up at him. He keeps saying all these things, ‘dear’, stuff like that… it’s confusing. Someone this violent being so kind to them.
“Well, I guess that’s your purpose. I just need to find mine.”
He smiled slowly. His smile broadened as he pulled his hand back. He folded his arms across his chest and nodded his head in agreement.
“And I like that.”
Their eyes closed, leaning further into him for the comfort of his warmth.
“I suppose it isn’t all bad. For someone like you, who enjoys violence, it can be a career.”
They smiled nervously, looking up at him. He keeps saying all these things, ‘dear’, stuff like that… it’s confusing. Someone this violent being so kind to them.
“Well, I guess that’s your purpose. I just need to find mine.”
Stumbling in the dark, trying to seek him out, to find their friend again. They can’t tell which way they’re moving, can’t tell what’s up or down. But they heard him, that’s all that matters.
And then it fades into obscurity, and they’re lost.
“Clark? Wait, come back,
It's late, and Aspis has drifted off to sleep. Everything is dark for now, save for the occasional burst of color flashing against the jet black background of their eyelids.
Then, there's a laugh. It's familiar. It's deep and warm and bright, and it's gone in an
Stumbling in the dark, trying to seek him out, to find their friend again. They can’t tell which way they’re moving, can’t tell what’s up or down. But they heard him, that’s all that matters.
And then it fades into obscurity, and they’re lost.
“Clark? Wait, come back,
They’ve been reduced to a sobbing mess, covering their face as the quiet cries have progressed to a full screaming fit. Snakes seeming equally distressed, tense and trying to hide beneath one another.
“Why don’t I get to die? Why
Rose hiccups, covering his mouth.
Legs and breathing both shaky. Face finally matching their internal grief. Fangs bared.
“I can’t be alone, I can’t be alone forever, I can’t, I need him here, I NEED him.”
They’ve been reduced to a sobbing mess, covering their face as the quiet cries have progressed to a full screaming fit. Snakes seeming equally distressed, tense and trying to hide beneath one another.
“Why don’t I get to die? Why
“No, he was— he was supposed to live a long time, he was
... he went missing. Superman, he... he fought someone and... he passed. Clark is nowhere to be found after that-
Whats going on, I was— I was asleep for a few weeks as well—
“No, he was— he was supposed to live a long time, he was
Whats going on, I was— I was asleep for a few weeks as well—
〖 Trying not to cry again- 〗
Whats going on, I was— I was asleep for a few weeks as well—
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((11/24- Who knows?))
((11/24- Who knows?))
((11/24- Who knows?))
Their eyes closed, leaning further into him for the comfort of his warmth.
“I suppose it isn’t all bad. For someone like you, who enjoys violence, it can be a career.”
He shrugged his shoulders. He pressed his fingers into the man’s shoulder and shrugged his shoulders as if to offer support.
“Who you are and what you do matters. Nothing else.”
Lowering its head in shame, rubbing its arm.
“My mother was— very violent. With everyone. I don’t want to be like her.”
Their eyes closed, leaning further into him for the comfort of his warmth.
“I suppose it isn’t all bad. For someone like you, who enjoys violence, it can be a career.”
Shrugging, “I don’t mind. Do whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“Would you like a reading for one, or a reading for all your friends up there alongside with you?”
It doesn’t hurt to ask, but if she were to do a whole session with every single entity in front of her…it would take more time than intended.
Shrugging, “I don’t mind. Do whatever you feel comfortable with.”
Lowering its head in shame, rubbing its arm.
“My mother was— very violent. With everyone. I don’t want to be like her.”
He smiled slightly, turned his eyes to the face opposite him and watched her. He wondered what was on their minds.
“When it was necessary, yes. But… I avoid it. As much as possible.”
Lowering its head in shame, rubbing its arm.
“My mother was— very violent. With everyone. I don’t want to be like her.”
indie interpretation of Logan Howlett, aka The Wolverine
Dad and teacher to many
into the #TARDIS
[edit by Briggs on tiktok]
indie interpretation of Logan Howlett, aka The Wolverine
Dad and teacher to many
into the #TARDIS
[edit by Briggs on tiktok]
They snickered, rolling their eyes and eventually just allowing the snake to swallow the hotdog.
“Ah, I see. I like helping people— I don’t get to often, but it’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?”
"Well, as long as it's not a choking hazard for the poor thing."
A small chuckle as the tendril merely attempted to also help Pita from getting stuck.
"That's Venom, we're learning to help others."
Shrugging, though one of the snakes ends up sinking its teeth in the hot dog anyway. Looking confused as to how it can manage to eat with its fangs now stuck.
“See? This is what happens, Pita—”
Not even minding the odd
They snickered, rolling their eyes and eventually just allowing the snake to swallow the hotdog.
“Ah, I see. I like helping people— I don’t get to often, but it’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?”
Shrugging, though one of the snakes ends up sinking its teeth in the hot dog anyway. Looking confused as to how it can manage to eat with its fangs now stuck.
“See? This is what happens, Pita—”
Not even minding the odd
"You sure? We can try to get something more up to your diet."
For all the hostility he ever got, he didn't seem to be too set into delivering reckoning for that.
"Venom, be nice to the snakes."
“Thank you, though.”
Shrugging, though one of the snakes ends up sinking its teeth in the hot dog anyway. Looking confused as to how it can manage to eat with its fangs now stuck.
“See? This is what happens, Pita—”
Not even minding the odd
Snakes flicking their tongues, nodding excitedly at the sight of food.
“Ah, no thank you, we… can’t eat human food. Well, might be able to eat the meat, but…”
Smacking
"You know." He says, mouth half full of hot dog.
"I have seen many weird things in my life as a 'super." Sitting down on the bench to watch the city lights.
"But you, you're new. Want some?"
He offers a second hot dog, in perfect state.
Snakes flicking their tongues, nodding excitedly at the sight of food.
“Ah, no thank you, we… can’t eat human food. Well, might be able to eat the meat, but…”
Smacking
… no, I do not care that you’re “rock hard”
… no, I do not care that you’re “rock hard”