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@rejectsfate​

Energy was a very fickle thing sometimes. For one, it was difficult to gauge how powerful someone was based on their energy alone, as some were pulsating with it, but had no idea how to use it, such as himself. There were others, however, truly dangerous, who could hone and mask their energy until the proper moment to strike, like a serpent beneath the brush.

This particular night, something peculiar was in the air, the sort of magic that doesn’t go unignored. He’s drawn to it, trailing its scent like a bloodhound, until he found himself at a hangar, and a man, looking rather lonesome. 

“It’s a little dangerous up here, wouldn’t you reckon?” He appears seemingly out of nowhere, his voice cool and aloof but strong. 

It’s not the height that scares him, but the sudden voice. The cartoon panic set in as he felt his body lurch a dozen feet forward, primed for a free fall -- it took him a long second to realize he was still in place, knuckle gripping white to the edge of the world. “Jesus fuck, I--” 

His heart was racing, for what felt like the first time in forever. He felt strangely alive. 

Looking over his shoulder, he sized up the stranger. Couldn’t quite wrap his head around the situation, but he’d been in stranger. Aliens. Superheroes. Lanterns. The past few months of his life had been strange, sure, but he’d always felt secondary. Part of the scenery, rather than the plot. He’d never had a stranger appear on a rooftop in the evening... threatening him? Was that what it was? “I’m not afraid of f--” he trailed off, looking back forward. “How’d you get up here?” he asked instead. It was a better opener. “How’d you get past security?”

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It wasn’t coming off. The ring wasn’t coming off. At first Carey thought it was some kind of prank -- superglue and tape, probably something Hal thought was hysterical. But two days passed, three, four, nearly a week, and still no sign of coming off. He was getting frustrated and it was beginning to show through the cracks.

He sat atop one of the aircraft hangars on Ferris property, overlooking the stretch of runway, tarmac, and warehouses. This was where he used to run off to before he took over, back when he had time to let his feet dangle seven stories above the earth. For a pilot, that was nothing. But right now, he felt alone, and freaked out, and like he was about to fall.

And that damn ring stayed smugly on the finger of the unassuming wielder of the Violet Lantern Corps, quietly pulsing with raw magical energy across the whole of the universe, beckoning, hoping somebody would come to accept its powers. ( @rejectsfate )

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OPEN TO / ANYONE BUT HAL JORDAN, FUCK THAT GUY

“I think that’s everything in order,” Carey said, fidgeting with the ring affixed to his finger, a wedding band he hadn’t budgeted for. He’d slipped it on out of playfulness, or curiosity, or compulsion, whatever, just after the Gotham fiasco. He hadn’t been able to get it off since. “I won’t lie, I’m licenced to teach pilot lessons, but it’s not exactly my strong suit. There’s better teachers. You sure you want your life in my hands?”

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top 5 hottest guys here!

“Where? At work? I don’t talk about employees that way, sorry.”

Thor. Superman. Wonderman. Captain America. Aquaman. Green Lantern.

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hole pics??

“masc4masc?”

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are you furry EVERYwhere??

“Not my feet.”

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have you ever seen hal's dick

“Not intentionally.” ( @willpcwered )

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u gay?

“Go away, Hal.” ( @willpcwered )

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1 avenger you wanna fuck and 1 justice leaguer you wanna fuck

“Anybody who doesn’t say Wonderman or Thor is a liar.” 

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favorite color? wouldn't happen to be .... violet, would it?

“Nope, it’s green.”

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how you feeling these days carey? particularly love-y?

“No more than usual!”

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top or bottom

“If I have to choose?”

“Bottom.”

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what was Hal like as a kid? ladies man?

“Loud, stupid, and ugly.” ( @willpcwered )

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FMK: Calvin Rankin aka Mimic, Conner Kent aka Superboy and Victor Creed aka Sabretooth?

“I’m not naming and shaming.”

Fucked by Superboy. Marry Rankin. Kill Sabretooth.

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Any of the new guys here you'd want to see naked?

“Other than Hal?”

“I don’t know if he’s ever noticed me before. But, uh. Pepper Potts.”

( @twelvepercentofpep, @willpcwered)

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@willpcwered​

“Alright. You’re overreacting,” Hal responds flatly. He was used to his old friend behaving like this, reading far into things and projecting his desires onto whatever —or whoever— was in the right place at the right time. 

But lately, Carey was acting… different. Hal couldn’t quite place it, but even for Ferris, this wasn’t par for the course with him.

Hal gives the raven-haired man an annoyed glance. “Oh, now you’re the blushing virgin?” he asks, dripping with dismissiveness. “Since when has it been hard for you to approach a man, Carey? This is kinda convenient, if you ask me… but alright, fine. I’ll help out.”

The Lantern drags Carey up to his person of interest. “Hello there, I’m Hal, and this is Casey Ferris. Of Ferris Aircrafts. Ever heard of it? Carey here is kind of a big deal… and he wanted me to tell you how hot he is. What do you think of him, though? He your type?”

Then he turns back to his friend. “You’re not gonna make me do all the talking here, man, are you? Or am I gonna have to ask him out for you?”

Hal was nothing if not blunt.

Carey returned the glare with a scowl of his own, leave it to ladies man Hal Jordan to ruin his life. The introduction is lacking and far too direct, and when Hal turned back around to include him in the botched conversation, he felt his cheeks burning. “What the fuck, Hal?” he asked, barely above a whisper, taking a shuffled step forward. He tugged on his friend’s sleeve to pull him closer. “I’m gonna kill you,” he hissed, pivoting slightly to trade positions with Hal before pushing him away. “Go away. Forever.”

As smooth as he could, Carey turned again. “Hi. Sorry about him, he’s like... a little brother.”

When the awkward start to an awkward conversation finally fell apart, Carey Ferris became a man on a mission. He started with the drinks table, hammering back two flutes of champagne before grabbing a third as going off to find Hal. “Have you ever been a wingman before?” he called out upon seeing him, probably louder than was polite in a formal setting. “I don’t understand how you reached thirty with the obvious brain damage you sustained in your childhood. Thanks a lot, man. Now I look crazy and desperate.”

He was both those things already, but he hated looking like he was.