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lowerqualityrp​:

A small laugh pushes through his throat as he hears Sylvester’s goading. “Do you find that I frequently flash a grin at others? I personally always thought it was a sneer.”

It’s rare to see Richard in such good spirits, so Sylvester decides to ride that wave for as long as he can.

“I was more curious about the part where you think I’m charming,” he chirps, finally moving to walk by the Shade’s side instead of behind him. Like a proper lad, Sylvester’s hands are obediently shoved into the pockets of his jacket. “I didn’t think you could be charmed.”

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protectxthem​:

“I know you’re joking.. I hope you’re joking.” He turns his eyes away from Syl and towards the Staff as it warbles. As Syl reassures the Staff, Pat turns his attention back to the matter at hand.

“We’ll figure something out. I heard club soda works to get blood out of things.” He nods as he picks up the gauze and starts wrapping the other’s leg. “Once i’m done here, i’m all your’s. So if you need anything i’m at your beck and call.”

As kind as Pat’s tone is, Sylvester’s expression softens with more than affection. Pat’s always been giving, always cared too much. “Pat...”

He can’t very well take the man out of his headspace while he bandages him up (it isn’t the first time, and it sure as hell won’t be the last), so Syl is quiet for once. He waits until Pat is done, and only then does he straighten his posture and lean forward, hand slipping onto the back of his partner’s neck.

Sylvester catches his eye, giving him a smile. “We gotta take care of you too, pal. Come on.” His free hand thumbs lightly at the scrape on Pat’s brow. “Let’s get that fixed.”

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protectxthem​:

Pat wishes he could take the other to the hospital, but then questions would rise and that’d be a mess on its own, and they didn’t need that. He drops the cotton ball on the coffee table once the cleaning’s finished. He smiles softly at Syl and pats his arm. “You did good.”

He leans over to get a better look. “It looks like it hurts, but overall better than it was looking. It does look like you should’ve went to the hospital. It’s gonna leave a scar. Should I try to stitch it up or just wrap it up?”

“Is it stupid I kinda wanna blast it closed?” Syl asks-- not seriously, of course, but the Cosmic Staff warbles where it’s been hovering nearby in concern all the same. He turns slightly to give it a shake of the head in reassurance, though, and the staff settles with a low whirr.

“Nah, I...” Finally sparing the wound a glance, he winces. “Aw, man, how’re we gonna get all that blood out of the suit?” Then, running a hand down his face, Syl lets his head fall back with a sigh.

“A wrap should be okay, right?” Frankly, Syl just doesn’t want to prolong this medical shit any more than he has to. “If it’s gonna scar anyway. Shape of the hole looks even enough a needle and thread feels redundant.”

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lowerqualityrp​:

“That would require me smiling around others. Not everyone is as charming as you, Sylvester.”

It’s a good thing he’s walking behind him, considering how hard Syl’s trying not to let his whole face split into a grin.

“Oh, is that it?”

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You have no idea what I possess. The Staff is a conduit of spiritual enlightenment. The power of creation itself. And only one can control it. Only one!

STARGIRL (2020 - PRESENT) 2x13 Summer School: Chapter Thirteen

Brec Bassinger as Eclipso!Courtney Whitmore Joel McHale as Sylvester Pemberton / Starman

[manstar]

lowerqualityrp​:

The Shade leaves a faint quirk of the lips as an answer.

“Come now. Let us get going.”

“Anyone ever tell you you have a great smile?” Sylvester posits with a brief chuckle, following after the Shade without any fuss at all.

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lowerqualityrp​:

“You are by far one of the strangest individuals I have ever encountered, Sylvester.”

“Fine. We’ll change everything up. Perhaps even perform a seance!”

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

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@untouchable-lightning sent: “I don’t feel so good.” ► FROM THIS MEME.

“You mean in your heart, or in your body?”

Sylvester pauses, considers. “...don’t tell me it’s both.”

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protectxthem​:

Pat shuffles away from Sylvester and soon out of view, before returning shortly and quickly with the first aid kit in hand. “I know, I know. It hurts.” He sits down next to the other. “You did good on your first assignment as Starman, Syl.” 

He pops open the first aid kit and grabs what he needs before setting the kit aside. “This might sting.” He says as he pours rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball. He waits for the other to move his hand before gently cleaning the wound.

“Gghk--!”

The alcohol stings like a bitch, and having never been one to pretend otherwise, Syl’s teeth grit as he snarls from his chest. He’s been shot before, but having rebar both shoved into him and pulled right out had been its own kind of madness-- it’s times like these he wished he could go to the hospital especially.

In Pat’s defence, he’s very careful about it. He does everything right. For that reason, Sylvester keeps his leg as still as he can, even if he looks away to avoid the gore.

When the cleaning’s finished, Syl’s jaw untenses with a click.

“How...” He swallows the spit that’d built in his mouth. “How’s it lookin’, doc?”

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@protectxthem​ sent: “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” (Pat) ► FROM THIS MEME.

“Augh,” Sylvester groans at the press of Pat’s hand, but nods his head at the instruction and presses the jacket down as told. He doesn’t even get to appreciate the view as Pat shuffles away from him-- apparently the pain of getting jabbed in the fucking thigh is more powerful than even his fondness for his partner.

Then again, maybe that’s for the best.

“Shit.” His head falls back, his toes curled in his boot as another jolt of pain hits. “So much for my first assignment as Starman...”

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

                                                     𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄                                       

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…” “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” “It’s bleeding quite badly.” “Oh God, what happened to you?!” “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” “Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure it’ll need stitches.” “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you. But you’re safe now.” “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” “Does it still hurt?” “I don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this…” “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” “Damn, that must hurt. I’m sure there are some painkillers around here.” “You have to be seen by a doctor. This isn’t going to heal on its own.” “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll carry you.” “I’m going to pick you up now, okay? Just hold on to me.” “Everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.”

“I don’t feel so good.” “It’s seeping through the bandages.” “My head is throbbing. I think I have a concussion.” “I can barely breathe, it hurts so bad!” “It looks worse than it is. I’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” “You should see the other one.” “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.” “It was my fault, really. I wasn’t paying attention and got hit in the face.” “Getting stabbed wasn’t really on my bucket list.” “I don’t think I can walk.” “Leave me behind, please. I’m just going to slow you down.” “Am I going to die?” “I can’t stop the bleeding.” “I think the bruise matches my eye color.” “Don’t touch it, please! It hurts.” “I don’t want to go to a hospital. I hate doctors!”

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lowerqualityrp​:

“Of all of the entities you’ve personally encountered, this is what strikes fear into you?”

“Yes. I don’t mess with ghosts, Dickie! I just wanna help ‘em get to the other side and that is it.”

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lowerqualityrp​:

“Perhaps we should keep it in the spare room should William’s soul still be wandering the halls,” he drones.

Sylvester groans. “Don’t even joke about that! Come on--”

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lowerqualityrp​:

As Syl arms himself with religious trinkets, Richard is unable to restrain the roll of his eyes, though, there’s still a fondness to the action. “Where shall we start first?”

“Gotta get you a new bed, of course.” He rubs his chin. “Is it morally good to donate a haunted bed? I just feel like throwing it away’d be a waste.”

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lowerqualityrp​:

He sighs and stares blankly at the man for a long moment. “Would you care to assist me in redecorating if it’s that much of a bother?”

“I would love to assist you in redecorating.” After he shoves his pockets full of crucifixes to keep from being massively haunted, of course.

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lowerqualityrp​:

“Sylvester, if the death of someone during my lifetime hindered whether or not I found home, I’d have almost nowhere to live.”

“Sure, but... you’re not even gonna renovate it?”

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lowerqualityrp​:

“…”

Dickie….

“I’ve grown rather fond of Zarrick’s old home. I believe I’ll set up shop there.”

“Didn’t he die in that house?”