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such a beautiful place, and yet so many problems! | Koriand'r in Starfire (2016)

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x || answered ask || @hrlyqn​

        There’s a bubble inside of her chest that won’t pop. There’s breaths that are released from clenched lungs in jagged exhales. She seeks solace within the arms of her lover. But it isn’t enough. How are you suppose to take shelter from a storm that’s raging inside instead of out? 

        “I failed.” Words are muffled, suppressed from a mouth that’s pressed into the collar of Harley’s shirt, face buried into the crook of a neck. “I wasn’t good enough.” Both arms are tucked inwards, lodged between two torsos and two chests. “I could’ve been more. I could’ve done more.” A lot of people’s lives were saved today. But the few that were lost stack up far greater and far more condensed. 

        “I know the Titans and I are a team but they were all looking at me.” That’d been the nail in the coffin. The looks of disappointment, the remarks made by their leader that’d been aimed towards her. Maybe not specifically. Maybe not directly. But she knew she’d personally loaded that gun and Robin’d been the one to pull the trigger. “I’m the strongest and I wasn’t strong enough.” Physically. Physically, Starfire was the strongest. But the weight of the world that her team kept putting on her shoulders was starting to splinter bones and tear muscles. 

        Her skin was bulletproof. But there’s bullet holes scattered, some visible some not. Unmarked graves, some named and some not. 

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Not all who wander are lost. -Tolkien 📷: @willtudor1 via Kat’s Instagram. 12/9/2018

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i know the majority of us are chillin’ at home right now and i’ve been distracting myself with video games. so with that being said !! mutuals are free to im/dm me for my xbox, ps4, and nintendo usernames !! i’ve been playing a lot of cod war zone, fortnite, elder scrolls online, supersmash bros, mario kart, and jackbox party packs !! if you wanna hang via games, lemme know <3 

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❛ that is — one way of putting it. some of us just call it getting drunk and regretting it later. ❜

          she’s leaning against the opposite wall, having caught sight of a familiar face looking somewhat distressed, and ducking into the bar to check on her. there’s two drinks in her hands, one is water and the other is alcoholic. the water she hands to starfire, the other she sips on while drinking something vodka-ish.

❛ origin? reason? sounds like it’s time for girl talk, how you do you feel about ditching the bathroom for something more comfortable? we could just — sit in my car, if you want. ❜

❛ bathroom smell isn’t exactly a good way to get rid of the nausea, if you’re feeling any. we could at least get some fresh air if you’d like. ❜

        “I am feeling the guilt now versus later. But I know I will be more so in it later, too.” She’ll be drowning in it. 

        Head lifts, emerald hues flicking up to see the drink being offered, hand absentmindedly reaching and gripping before remembering-- “No, I do not wish to drink any more from the red cups.” As far as she knows, red cups equals bad. But as her hand curls inward and gaze drops to examine the liquid-- Oh. It doesn’t smell like the bad. “Never mind.” A generous sip is gulped down, followed by a bigger one, then an even bigger one. “Thank you.” That’s-- a little better. 

        “What is the girl talk?” Neck cranes all the way back, chin tilting upwards to lift her gaze back to the other woman. “But I would like to leave, yes.” Knees bend and free palm flattens on the ground before pushing. --Maybe she pushes a little too much, a little too hard because that palm is now glowing a vibrant green before a beam of ultraviolet energy is released, melting a hole into tile and crumbling the foundation that lies underneath. The force causes her to jump, compelling her to her feet where she catches herself against the wall. 

        “I--” Eyes widen with shock, mouth falls open and stays open. “I didn’t mean--” Her head shakes, eyes now frantically ping-ponging from Lilly then to the damaged floor. “My powers must be confused. They’re driven by emotion and I don’t think my body can focus on just the one right now--” Face falls, the corners of her mouth drooping into a frown, bits of heat pricking behind eyelids. “I didn’t mean.” 

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x || @preyhntress​ || s.c

        “Do you use that to do the good?” Chin jerks slightly, enlarged shamrock green orbs falling down onto the other woman’s weapon. “Or do you use it to do the bad?” Or something in between? She wasn’t used to traversing in the grey areas, but she knows they exist, some lighter and others darker. 

        Head tilts to the left, curious. The rest of her body follows a similar suit. Muscles remain slack, nonthreatening, and she keeps a healthy distance between the pair. It isn’t out of caution, but out of reverence. She’s been working on identifying boundaries. 

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to no one’s surprise, i’ve made the executive (and easiest!) decision to be exclusives with @hrlyqn​ ‘s h.arley q.uinn !! my s.tarfire and their h.arley are soulmates. periodt. i’ll be posting this and updating my laws page, as well !! thank you for letting me gush on the dash about this <3 

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x || @toendwar​ || s.c.

       The smallest but most fanatical of gasps exits clenched lungs and departs from parted lips as both brows shoot up, nearly disappearing into a head of auburn hair. “You are her–!” She lurches forward, both feet lifting from the ground to suspend her mid-air into flight. Fingertips and toes buzz and vibrate with sheer , walking was not option, nor was sprinting, not when your powers were activated by emotion. “You are the Wonder Woman!” The corners of her mouth pull back, back, back, exposing pearly whites that sparkle just as bright as the stars that could be found glinting and glimmering in between shades of green surrounding dilated pupils.

       “It is most glorious to finally meet you in the flesh!” She wants to hug. She wants to reach out and touch.

       Knows she shouldn’t.        Knows, though invisible, boundaries exist.

       She’s getting better.

       She stands close, close enough, smile still beaming.

       She’s getting better. But the bubble for personal space has most definitely been breached.

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Harley and her hyena Bruce

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Star   taking   her   hand   in   her   own   surprises   her   for   a   moment,   eyes   widening   only   a   fraction,   but   she’s   quick   to   school   her   expression.         Touches   are   still   strange   for   her,   especially   when   they’re   so   gentle   and   caring.         Harley’s   too   used   to   Joker   and   how   everything   had   traipsed   in   their   relationship.         Star   is   nothing   like   him;   she’s   attentive   and   it   makes   Harley’s   heart   lift   ever   so   slightly,   hope   an   ever   dangerous   thing.         It   makes   her   bite   down   on   her   bottom   lip   ever   so   slightly      ——      she   knows   that   she’s   falling,   no   matter   how   hard   she   keeps   trying   to   stomp   her   foot   down   on   the   brakes.         She   hadn’t   meant   to   feel   this   way;   things   have   just   carefully   started   to   tip   toe   in   that   direction,   no   matter   how   many   times   she   tries   to   dig   her   heels   in   and   stop   it.         Star   is   an   unmovable   force,   a   cosmic   entity   driving   into   her   at   such   a   high   speed   that   her   head   still   hasn’t   grasped   that   she’s   in   her   orbit. 

A   small   nod   is   all   she   gives   Star   in   response;   she   knows   how   hard   it   is   to   find   words   sometimes,   and   she’s   nothing   but   patient   with   her.         She   helps   her   when   she   can,   but   is   never   cruel   about   it      ——      people   don’t   have   to   know   anything,   and   Star’s   trying   her   best   to   learn. 

Warmth   floods   her   when   she   feels   the   full   length   of   her   torso   press   against   her   side,   and   then   a   leg   is   swinging   over   her   thighs.         Eyes   soften   ever   so   slightly,   her   free   hand   reaching   out   to   settle   on   her   thigh,   thumb   sweeping   back   and   forth   to   keep   herself   occupied   and   to   provide   an   ounce   of   comfort   in   return.         Star   doesn’t   have   to   be   doing   any   of   this;   she’s   doing   it   because   Harley’s   affectionate   by   nature,   wants   to   be   all   up   in   someone’s   space   in   order   to   feel   wanted,   needed.         Her   other   hand   is   still   trapped,   but   she   doesn’t   mind   it.         Instead,   she   leans   her   head   against   the   cushion   and   allows   her   eyes   to   drift   along   Star’s   face,   taking   in   the   passion   in   her   voice   as   she   speaks. 

It’s   easy   to   forget   that   Star   isn’t   from   here,   that   she’s   an   alien   and   a   princess   on   top   of   that.         How   much   adversary   has   she   faced   since   joining   the   Titans?         Even   Supes   didn’t   have   an   easy   time   in   Gotham,   and   he   was   a   good   guy.         It   makes   her   want   to   reach   out,   makes   her   want   to   pull   her   close   and   protect   her.         Star   doesn’t   need   her   protection   and   she   knows   it;   the   lasers   that   can   easily   manifest   are   more   than   enough   to   fend   for   herself,   never   mind   the   sheer   wit   that   drives   her.         Sometimes   she   thinks   that   if   the   Titans   didn’t   have   her,   they’d   be   nothing.         Just   some   losers   in   capes,   running   around   wanting   to   pretend   that   they   have   some   semblance   of   relevance   along   themselves.         Her   mind   drifts   back   to   the   hesitance   of   Cyborg,   the   slight   understanding   in   Beast   Boy,   but   the   overall   denial   and   pure   annoyance   from   Robin.         And   he   called   the   shots,   so   the   Titans   naturally   followed.         Part   of   her   wants   to   take   Star   away   from   them   and   see   them   scramble   to   try   and   pick   up   the   pieces.         She   wants   them   to   know   how   damn   beautiful   and   powerful   Starfire   actually   is. 

It’s   selfish   and   she   refuses   to   do   it,   refuses   to   bring   someone   else   down   with   her.         She’s   done   it   to   Selina   and   Pam   entirely   too   many   times   now      ——      and   she   might   love   Star   just   a   little   bit   more   than   them.         The   sheer   thought   makes   her   heart   race,   and   she   lets   out   a   shaky   breath   that   she   tries   to   contain. 

Swallowing   thickly,   Harley   feels   her   eyes   prick   ever   so   slightly,   burning   with   the   emotions   that   are   beginning   to   rise.         It’s   not   often   that   she   cries,   especially   in   front   of   others;   but   no   one   has   ever   told   her   that   they   were   proud   of   her.         Their   proud   always   came   with   conditions,   half   heartedness   because   they   knew   that   she’d   go   back,   that   they   were   proud   in   the   moment   but   that   was   about   it.         Her   fingers   shake   slightly   against   the   alien’s   skin,   and   she   closes   her   eyes   for   a   moment.         She   tries   to   swallow   down   the   emotion   and   focus   herself,   but   it’s   hard.         It’s   hard   when   she   can’t   focus   on   anything   but   the   way   that   Star’s   words   echo   around   in   her   head,   a   food   for   thought,   being   filed   away   where   good   memories   lay.         Her   fingers   twitch   ever   so   slightly   with   the   effort   to   hold   back,   and   she   manages   to   let   out   a   shaky   breath   that   almost   comes   out   as   a   laugh.         Not   at   Star,   but   because   of   the   joy   that   is   starting   to   fill   her   chest   where   it’s   once   ached. 

❝   The   word   you’re   looking   for   is   proud,   love.   ❞         Her   voice   is   quiet,   accent   clipped   ever   so   slightly,   and   she   squeezes   the   firm   thigh   underneath   her   grasp.         Everything   is   making   her   head   spin   and   she’s   not   sure   how   to   ground   herself,   not   when   she   feels   like   she’s   flying,   like   maybe   there’s   a   gift   looking   at   her   right   now.         Maybe   everything   is   meant   to   happen   for   a   reason,   a   soft   link   to   the   world,   someone   who   pulls   her   down   and   anchors   her   as   much   as   letting   her   float. 

She   knows   that   she   should   get   home;   Bud   and   Lou   are   going   to   be   whiny   in   the   morning   if   she   doesn’t,   and   Ivy   gets   cranky   if   she   leaves   them   with   her   for   long.         But   she   can’t   bring   herself   to   dislodge   from   Star’s   grip,   her   eyes   soft   and   blue   eyes   open,   vulnerable.         It   isn’t   often   that   she   allows   herself   to   be   like   this,   especially   after   everything   that’s   happened. 

❝   Yeah,   yeah   I   can   stay.         Maybe   we   can   watch   a   movie,   yeah?   ❞         And   Harley   can   feel   her   heart   beating   hard,   her   eyes   sweeping   all   along   Star’s   face.         Every   part   of   her   wants   to   say   more,   wants   to   thank   her,   but   she   just   can’t.         Words   evade   her   right   now,   and   it’s   rare   that   that   happens.         Then   again,   Star’s   doing   that   a   lot   to   her,   making   rare   instances   occur   where   she   never   thought   they   would.       

And   then,   because   she   can’t   keep   herself   from   doing   it   any   longer,   she   leans   forward   and   cradles   Star’s   cheek   in   her   palm,   pressing   their   noses   together,   and   then   their   lips.         It’s   tentative   and   patient,   unsure   as   to   if   she’s   reading   all   the   signs   right   or   if   it’s   nothing   more   than   wishful   thinking. 

She’ll   have   Star   either   way;   friend   or   lover,   it   doesn’t   matter   which   to   her.

        “Proud,” she repeats, a grin carving deep into a tan silhouette, evoking dimples, cracking marble. She’s never known such patience from another, has never been familiar with willing aid in both the English language and other Earthly means. Has never been reassured from an accompanied tender touch. “I am proud of you.” There! Fixed it! Plus, it definitely needed to be reiterated. She even adds another touch of her own, a brush of fingertips across knuckles, but not to mirror the same assurance she received prior. No, this is completely and utterly out of sheer adoration. 

        “I’m proud of what you are, what you did to get where you are, and for everything that you will be. An infinite amount of the pride.” So much so, her chest hurts from where it’s being contained. Mixed with love, sprinkled with joy that intertwines with beatitude.  

        “A movie!” She perks right up then. Head lifts from the couch cushion and eyes expand with enthusiasm. “Can we watch the one with the animated dogs that eat the pasta?” Lady and the Tramp. She means Lady and the Tramp. A full grown woman’s favorite movies are the ones by Disney, sue her. “I haven’t seen it yet but I see the picture every time I go onto the streaming service’s front page. Oh they look so cute, Harley.” There’s a dreamy look in her eyes, very teenage. She blames the hollow drumming of wings that flap and batter against the lining of her stomach-- all nine of them. 

        But then there’s a palm to her cheek. But then there’s a kiss. But then there’s fireworks. Cliche, she knows. But what else could be used to describe the burst of colors that flash bright behind eyelids with an impact that ruptures every sense from eruption that occurs behind the plate of her chest? There’s a vehement b a n g followed by a series of muffled b o o m s. It’s the aftershock of an earthquake. And Harley Quinn was the epicenter. 

        She reciprocates, of course she does. Her heart wills it, her atoms plead for it. There’s another smile, still the same one from earlier, just taking a different form. It’s a little smaller, but remains more genuine than ever. She presses back and there’s no doubt that Harley can feel it. A smile transplant, if you will. But she has to pull away, only just, only briefly, to reopen her eyes and to let that smile of hers broaden and brighten. It’s blinding and brilliant. She’s afraid she won’t be able to share a second kiss with the other with the ache in her cheeks from the corners of her mouth being hiked and pulled. 

        “I love you. Do you know that?” A hand lifts, untangling from Harley’s fingers and touching the curve of her jaw, grin still plastered. “I know there are different types of love, I’m pretty good at identifying them. And I think the one that I have for you is more than the one that is found in friendship.” A pause, smile thinning to something warmer, something doting. And that hand and those fingers that linger around a pale profile slide further down to tilt a chin up so that she may indulge in a second kiss. Soft. Slow, painfully slow. Heart breaks, leaving behind a piece on Harley’s lips. “I am in the love with you.” She’s so sure of it. She’s so sure of it. 

        “I care a lot about you. Immensely and irrevocably so. I also care a lot about the people and things you surround yourself with. Including both your friends and enemies. And your canine companions, which I know are home alone right now. So if you still wish to watch a movie with me, I do not mind doing the waiting, for you to leave and return. I could even fly you myself.” Hand slides down from a chin, fingers trailing the length of a neck before resting a palm against a pulse point. “Or if it is easier for you, we could watch the movie at your place. I have no preference.” Fingertips stretch, nails lightly scratching along a blonde hairline. “I just want to be with you.” 

        In any way.         In every way. 

        “I love you.”

        In any way.         In every way. 

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