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A FEW WORDS is all it takes to spin a harmless argument into a full blown shouting match. their home no longer a safety net but a WARZONE, each night a new battle shooting the same empty bullets. he is ZEUS throwing lightning bolt insults, each strike igniting flames behind the others seafoam eyes, and she is ATHENA mighty goddess of war, with her flaming locks and sharp tongue slicing calculated wounds into his electric ego. usually the battlefield would move to the bedroom, their limbs entangling until all that’s left is a mutual white flag raised. this time, however, one lash cuts a bit too deep. it happens almost too quickly for either to realize until it was too late, cali’s wrist grasped tightly in alec’s clutch , pulling her closer until their bodies were inches apart, rage oozing out of his pores causing the lights around them shatter with a resounding POP, and a gasp of surprise to leave her lips — her scream trapped in her throat with the tensing of her body.

A FEW SECONDS pass until harsh eyes soften into confusion and hands release their hold. her fragile frame drops to cool wooden flooring, and he follows behind landing on his knees beside her. this wasn’t happening. she was just unconscious, playing a game and any second she  would jump up and say so much for not giving a shit, alec. ‘cali, stop. come on, wake up,’ rugged palms gently shake her limp body, warranting nothing but an idle silence that forms burning lesions in the rear of his throat. “please wake up. i didn’t mean it, any of it. i never did. is that what you want  to hear? just WAKE UP.” he moves to her throat, two steady fingers pressing down greeted by a faint pulse, and a wave of relief floods over his features. 

A FEW BREATHS are the last that empty from hallowed lungs into night air, and her pulse fades until there is nothing left but skin touching skin.   ‘no, no, no, no, NO.’ a frustrated cry bursts from behind a firmly clenched jaw. “not you, anyone but you.” violet sparks ignite from fingertips for the second time, lightly grazing her pale chest causing her to jump at each touch, but her figure remains, vacant and unmoving. he stumbles backwards on the floor before pushing himself up, eyes lingering on the mess he had created. he had killed before, but usually they deserved it —- spoiled ungrateful little brats of people who took life for granted or who had gotten in his way,  but she was different, she was cali. his cali. he didn’t love her — he wasn’t sure he could even feel such an emotion, but something deep in that unforgiving black hole of his had cared for her, even if a little —- and that wasn’t a feat easily accomplished. but now she was GONE, in the blink of an eye. just like anything even remotely good that seemed to come his way. and like every other wrong thing that seemed to happen, it was entirely HIS FAULT. it was a harsh reminder that monsters weren’t allowed to have happy endings. 

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imessage | alec bowman

alec: are you fucking kidding me cali

alec: and all you have to say is oops?

alec: YOU'RE MOVING OUT

cali: PREGNANCY TESTS AREN'T ACCURATE 100% OF THE TIME

cali: JUST LIKE CONDOMS DON'T ALWAYS WORK

cali: this is your fault it's your penis

cali: good luck getting me out

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She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

Holly Black, Tithe (via wordsnquotes)

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imessage | alec bowman

cali: it was a false alarm

cali: i just got my period

cali: oops

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“ YEAH, because i thought you were on the pill. how the hell could you let this happen, cali ?? i’mNOT father material, and i definitely never wanted a kid with you of all people. GOD i can just picture it’s annoying little screeching. ——- WAIT. how do you even know it’s MINE ??”

' how could i let this happen? last time i checked -- it took two people to have sex. but maybe with you, it’s more like ONE AND A HALF since you just lay there the entire time. S E R I O U S L Y ---- ? you’re the only person i’m ever with, so yeah, it’s obviously yours. DIDO. this was never meant to be anything serious. you’re nothing but a bed and a body to me. ‘

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“i don’t think i heard you correctly, because it sounded like you just said you’re pregnant. PLEASE, tell me you’re joking. if this was all a set up for you actually lighting the bathroom on fire and you’re trying to make me less mad at that, CONGRATULATIONS —- it worked.”

‘ right because this is so funny. see how i’m laughing? this is just HILARIOUS. no, you know what? this is your fault. you’re the one who said it was cheaper to stop buying condoms. well, that was a really brilliant idea, alec. great thinking! ‘

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“ oh god —-  is the bathroom ON FIRE again? CALI, i thought we went over this the last time. “

' no, ------------------------------------------------- i'm pregnant. '

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‘ i need to tell you something. but before i do,  ---------  you need to PROMISE that you aren’t going to freak out. ‘

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          “Make your own wings. I know your human and you can’t physically grow them so you make the from your own two hands.”  Quyen tried to keep himself composed, keep the hurt and paininside his chest but its hard to keep it all in once he said something. Now he’s vulnerable all over again bare in-front of a stranger.  He can feel the tears coming and the weight of failure weighing down on him. “It’s fine. I’m..” He pauses trying to wipe away any tears that had fallen. “No they shouldn’t. One of the many reasons why I’m part of law enforcement.” Another tear rolls down his cheek and he sighs. “Sorry I guess I’m a bit of a mess.”

opting to ignore the response to their little DISCOURSE on impossibilities for her own benefit – considering she’d ACCIDENTALLY triggered a sudden rush of emotion from the boy beside her. a TOTAL and COMPLETE stranger, someone she’d said less than one-hundred words to. and yet, he revealed this concealed side of him to her, divulged a dark and morbid secret of his past to her. she, who sat there – speechless in the pain she’d mistakenly stammered upon. clearing her throat to break the TENSION, she bat her lengthy lashes at him a few times. ‘ – you don’t say. ‘ always hiding behind that cynical sarcasm. as she unfettered a deep sigh from within her chest, words flooded her mind as she carefully calculated what to say next. ‘ i THINK you need to move on. ‘

It's rude to ask a lady if she would sleep with you for anything. She doesn't have to do anything. Don't be rude nonnie.

‘ i don’t remember ASKING for your help. i can handle myself. ‘

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and although you’re not with him, you don’t want to let him go. [insp]

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a sigh escaped his lips as alec glanced up once again at the seemingly frozen clock. what he was asked to do wasn’t challenging, but he wouldn’t have even considered not doing it if it HAD been — he didn’t DARE let anything happen to his toy, even if they weren’t exactly exclusive.  if anything it was a bit UNDERWHELMING. yet – he still had to wait until the end of the night before he could do anything, so here he sat at the bar sipping quietly on some fizzy alcoholic drink that burned his throat. THAT IS, until he caught sight of familiar fiery hair in the crowd.  "UM— excuse me, miss i’m-staying-home-tonight.“ he called out, quickening his pace to catch up with her. “why didn’t you TELL me you were going to be here ? —- we could have carpooled. ”

slipping through the sea of people, gowns bristling against one another due to the FRICTION of weaving her way in to the small partings between the masses. it was like a ZOO. or rather, a mob composed of primarily arrogant moneybags. tapping her fingernails against the crystal glass in her hands, the heavy scent of ethanol filling her nostrils, her orbs darted seamlessly through the room. she’d managed to LOSE rowan -- but it bothered her little. mainly, she was just her ticket in here. a familiar voice buzzed behind her, provoking a necessary eye roll from cali. ‘ you don’t need to know my whereabouts twenty-four seven. you’re not my DAD. ‘ she first pursed cherry red lips together tightly, then allowed it spread into a devilishly snide grin. ‘ if you must know, i’m someone’s PLUS ONE. ‘ of course, he didn’t need to know whose plus one it was. she’d let his mind wander.

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                                    BLOODSHED BEAUTY

a self-paragraph for a gala at the james’ mansion

china clicking, heels hurrying, gowns gyrating on the dance floor ---- and there stood calista, amid the tomfoolery and the obsequiously behaved burghers. though she held the facade of an angel, her inner spirit still sat in sorrows. simply existing among such FRAUDS made her ill. each of them was nothing more than a sham -- which was completed with lavish props to lure in other city scum. tapping her finger against the one glass of liquid poison she’d allotted herself, she took a moment to romp around her mind. the joker’s message rattled through her brain like an endless soliloquy, the words replaying OVER AND OVER. “ i have saved you the most important task of the night. “ the words felt trifling: she was certain there was others who could do the job far better than she --- even alec’s little pet. still, she couldn’t help but feel GLORIFIED in the joker’s faith. after all, he was gotham’s most INFAMOUS and MENACING villain. 

                              ---------------------- maybe she could learn a trick or two. 

darting her emerald orbs to the enormous clock centered in her visions, she decided it was time. with the clink of her ivory heel against marble floor, she dashed past rowan whispering a weak “ i’ll catch up with you later -- “ against ebony curls, straight into her eardrum. the plan was to be EXECUTED in a strict, orderly fashion. otherwise, she would risk outing herself to the wealthiest of the public eye. of course, the plan only consisted of three simple steps. first, she ditched the designer and replaced it with her typical suit, also tying her strawberry curls into a high pony. two -------- F I N D  T H E  S U I T.

lurking around the areas of the most HEAVILY guarded areas, she decided the one with the most significant security was likely to be the path destined for her. opting for a route down a clandestine hall ( the sound of her heels paling in comparison to the resonance of her breath. but not for long: )  “ HEY --- HOW’D YOU GET DOWN HERE? “ the shout reverberates off the walls enclosing them. rather than breaking into a full sprint in the opposite direction, she stands firm, heels digging into the flooring. her voice turns to honey, and the guard is all hers once she ENCHANTS him with her hymn:

‘ upon one summer's morning, i carelessly did stray, down by the walls of wapping, where i met a sailor gay, conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain, saying, william, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again. his hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as sloes, may happiness attend him wherever he goes, from Tower Hill, down to blackwall, i will wander, weep and moan, all for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return. my father is a merchant—the truth i now will tell, and in great london city in opulence doth dwell, his fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold, and he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold. a fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold, true love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold: should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far, to my tender bosom, i’ll fondly press my jolly tar. my sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of may, and oft we have wandered through ratcliffe highway, where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold, reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold. come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be, who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea, while up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn, and firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return. ‘

                                                            ‘ ----- now, take me to where batman’s suit is being kept. ‘ 

the man leads her down another trail, through a few doors, -- and down several flights stairs. the mayor’s mansion may be alluring from the outside, but once inside it becomes ALIVE, engulfing victims and spitting them out once they’ve succumbed to the righteous ways of the james’. he leads her into a large room, which has a certain POTENT odor. then, her gaze finally meets it: THE SUIT OF BATMAN. it’s just as she’d seen it all those countless times on television. of course, she may have expected some EPIPHANY to occur upon laying sights on it in the flesh. but instead, she feels a void abyss in her chest. he’s gone. and now, it’s her job to get rid of the last true memory of him.

siren commanded the guard to fetch her GASOLINE from somewhere on the mayor’s property -- whatever was closest and would require the least amount of time to achieve. once returned, she doused him, along with the suit, completely in fuel, and set each AFLAME. though, it certainly wouldn’t be that simple. batman’s suit survived the trauma of joker’s bomb -- but could it withstand her CRIES?

she wasn’t POSITIVE this would work: but she meditated wordlessly in her mind. after gathering a vigorous amount of energy, she let out one piercing shriek. focusing the point of her SOUND WAVES directly at the suit and the flames submerging it, she watched it calmly turn to DUST. ( just as stars one day each turn to stardust. ) making a leisure exit, she took one final turn to take a glance at her FINEST work. one suit barbecued: just what the joker ordered, and she even threw in the corpse of a guard. 

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“There’s a song we know if you listen close. It will always be, as it always was, it always was, it always was.  Elemental sound, running underneath it all. To the wonder.”

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                            YOU PUT ME IN HARM’S WAY

          a moodboard for alec bowman + calista schuyler

when we had our first kiss it was your favorite thing, and you weren't lying when you said it would STING. don't take this the wrong way, you put me in harm's way. imagine our children -- how FUCKED would they be? mommy's a psycho. daddy lives in a dream. don't take this the wrong way. i told you i'm sorry. can't thank you enough. i thought that i loved you but we weren't in love. we weren't in love. you were my dream and the way we would fuck. you liked to think we would push through the bad, ignoring the problems just to HOLD what we had. don't take this the wrong way ----

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                 “Hey. That’s how the Warner brothers made the airplane. They tried to fly and they made one of the greatest machines in modern day!” He wasn’t stupid oblivious maybe but he knew that the girl wasn’t amused. He just wanted to see what it would be like if she smiled. He pauses wondering how to tackle that one. It wasn’t as if his story wasn’t already public news. It was the news of his old town for years. “Sorry ma’am wish I lived a more privileged life like that.”His eyes dim and the happy demeanor fades into something dark. “She was a high schooler. Had dreams of being a doctor and I couldn’t help falling for that sweet girl. But it seems like being a cops son couldn’t protect her or our child.” His fists clench and he lets out a breath. “Sorry about that but you did ask.”

‘ doesn’t count, i want to fly without the need of an AIRPLANE. you still think it’s possible? ‘ her expression falls flat, quick wit buried beneath a now seemingly gentle appearance. somehow, through her time of wrongdoings, she remained sympathetic to children, leaving them UNHARMED in her crossfires. her hostility was typically reserved solely for men -- though she’d get the occasional woman who played her for a FOOL. after her accident, she hadn’t discovered if she’d be able to bare children. it was easier to only assume instead of facing the pain of knowing it was NEVER even a possibility to begin with. ‘ SORRY -- ‘ the word is foreign; it leaves a pungent taste in her mouth. ‘ no one should have to go through that.‘

It's rude to ask a lady if she would sleep with you for anything. She doesn't have to do anything. Don't be rude nonnie.

‘ i don’t remember ASKING for your help. i can handle myself. ‘

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                “Nothing is impossible if you try. You know what make’s something impossible? Giving up.”  He quirks an eyebrow at the girl wondering why she was fighting him about this. Not that he minded, it’s been a while since he talked to someone and it wasn’t about dead bodies.       “You know I was thinking that too. But I got kicked out of clown school. Apparently tragic backstories is a no go.”

‘ so what you’re saying is ---- as long as i try, i can fly? ‘ her sarcasm lashed off her tongue, tone sharp and biting. ‘ because i’d say that’s pretty IMPOSSIBLE. ‘ his optimism managed to claw its way under her skin. she’d longed for that quality as a child -- but always found it to be lacking. ‘ tragic backstory? ‘ she snorted, cocking her head at him. ‘ what’s so TRAGIC about your story? let me guess -- mommy and daddy wouldn’t buy you a new car? trust fund ran out? oh no, i bet you got a really bad paper cut. that must’ve been HARD. ‘

It's rude to ask a lady if she would sleep with you for anything. She doesn't have to do anything. Don't be rude nonnie.

‘ i don’t remember ASKING for your help. i can handle myself. ‘