She sees the sadness painted across his face and knows she is the one wielding the brush. That if she were to look down at her fingers, she would find the culprit of red stains on her skin. As such, she could change the direction of her strokes to give him a smile, but she stops short of doing so. Until, finally, Diana drops her own gaze to the floor, searching for answers where there is only cement.
How do you look upon the one you love when you know that you only have more heartbreak to offer them?
❝ You deserve more than to wait for some other universe to be happy, Bruce, ❞ she says, both meaning it entirely and recognizing that perhaps it is another cruel jab of her paintbrush. ❝ This, all your future happiness, does not have to END with me. ❞
Don't put your eggs in the basket of a woman who only knows how to crack them.
It’s a touch of hope. The glow of almost along with the sorrow of not quite. It’s that gasp for air before the currents pull you back in under ; dragged down to its shadow-y depths with the spark of light and sky fading in the distance. He’s been here before, hasn’t he?
It’s the same old story. Only the MAD think they could change what must have been meant to be.
[1] Ironic coming from him.
“ You’ve said. “ He points out. His tone is too mechanical even for him. His mind and heart are already removed. Extricated from the premises and hidden underground with the key thrown away. “ Well ─ maybe in some other universe then. “
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❝ Do I scream? ❞ Diana cocks her head to the left, curiosity filling in the color of her face. She quite looks forward to his answer, a smile bursting from the corners of her mouth as he pulls her in closer onto the bed. This, she allows, along with the removal of her robe, which never stood a chance against her curvy figure and his large hands. ❝ I cannot think of a reason why I would, ❞ she continues her teasing.
It is shortly after that she's cuddled into the embrace of his arms. Her teeth graze his lips, but as almost always, she chooses kindness, bestowing upon him a kiss that is as sweet as she is. ❝ Ah, the bats say you miss my screams when I am not here. ❞
She is warmth ─ the haze of sun after a bout of darkness ─ bright, overwhelming and exhilarating. A taste of hope in sinews and bones. A promise of four letter words too dangerous to speak out loud. It makes the smile on his features easy, effortless ─ almost all consuming in its throne upon his face. The picture of a boy that has already forgotten his nightmares. Age and wear only chasing belatedly after every step closer to waking.
“ Did the bats tell you that, darling? “ He asked then, a muted chuckle, followed by a smile with creases around the edges of his gaze and a hand undoing the loose knot to her robe and tugging, pulling her back into bed with him. “ Mhm. The screams you share with this house assures me so. “
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She's lost more wars than she's won. When you think of Wonder Woman, you think of someone who saves the day. But she falls short of saving the word. She falls short of doing the very thing Steve Trevor was so certain she would accomplish. It is different now, with the formation of the League. She's no longer alone. She fights by his side. And perhaps that had been enough, before he offered her a ring meant to revive their failing hearts.
❝ Bruce. ❞ His name on her mouth is ripe with exhaustion. It fails to convey the love she feels. Nor does she gaze at him in that soft, kind way of hers. ❝ I would like that soft epilogue. I would. For you. But I cannot be the one to give it to you. ❞
She's sorry.
It's a wandering thought. One of those thoughts you think but don't say. Brightly lit letters strung along on live wire meant to combust upon utterance and then poof gone in the second. Energy dissipated. Transfigured into something else.
" I had thought─ " Foolishly. "─ that maybe we deserved that soft epilogue after fighting wars for centuries. "
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The sword and shield? They are not true extensions of her. They are not artifacts of a heart that beats so brightly. Even the lasso is little match for the warmth that Diana herself invites. So, forgive her, for how she smiles upon the realization that she has indeed left the sword and shield for more than a fortnight. ❝ Perhaps they like being with the bats! ❞
She stands there, over his bed, wearing nothing but a silly smile and his robe to cover her wet skin. ❝ Do you believe me to be tortured, Bruce Wayne? ❞
" You left your sword and shield straight from the tortured warriors department. "
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monstrilio.
dialogue prompts from monstrilio by gerardo sámano córdova.
you know how to love me the best.
i need to love someone who won't disintegrate.
why didn't you come back sooner?
extraordinary things happen everywhere, all the time.
maybe if i try hard enough, i can be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
i know you think you're alone. that your grief is only your own.
you have no heart.
i need you to come back. i want you here.
god chooses who he cares for, and he didn't choose us.
god has too many rules, anyway. do you really want to follow so many rules?
i don't think we're ever too old for dancing.
i'll keep your secret for a week.
you have your anger, and i have mine.
i'm worried that i bore you.
i can't stay here by myself.
write yourself a new role.
i remember what loving you felt like.
i stopped missing you a while ago.
i was afraid of my loneliness.
i had two emotions: fear and anger.
it really doesn't matter if i love you or not.
what if love doesn't make you feel better?
i want to help you. like you helped me.
i would excel in a zombie apocalypse.
i hate talking to people i don't know.
just the person i wanted. it's like i summoned you.
maybe it's okay that we taste bitter to each other.
i thought this place was invincible.
let's get you some clothes.
i wanted tonight to be special.
if you love someone, you shouldn't want to change them.
it's good you're leaving. you're bigger than all of this. bigger than us.
i'll be okay? you promise?
how do you find these places?
even i am capable of getting over things.
thinking tires me out.
art has no answer, no right way to be.
what's more human than wanting to kiss someone?
isn't that what couples do, tell each other things? secrets?
why is it sometimes people don't do what they want to do?
you can tell me. i won't be mad.
i don't have the energy to be annoyed.
are you embarrassed of me?
how do you make sure people don't stop liking you?
i wish i smoked. i'd have something to do besides pace.
what is it you're so afraid to tell me?
it's hard to focus on one feeling.
i won't abandon you again.
when people don't understand you, you can say anything you want.
may i touch you?
there are no monsters in these shadows. only me.
the pills make me care less.
no more running away.
you don't have to worry anymore.
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