MOVED BLOGS. I'M NOW ON MAGITANNA
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zatanna by stephanie hans
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ofĀ courseĀ heĀ wouldnātĀ stay.Ā yes,Ā heĀ wasĀ aĀ landlordāsĀ nightmareĀ andĀ alsoĀ herĀ nightmareĀ whenĀ heĀ hadĀ someĀ freeĀ timeĀ andĀ herĀ heartĀ shouldĀ haveĀ knownĀ betterĀ thanĀ toĀ ask,Ā right?Ā itĀ endedĀ asĀ fastĀ asĀ itĀ begun,Ā thatĀ sparkĀ ofĀ hopeĀ thatĀ madeĀ herĀ feelĀ somethingĀ andĀ quicklyĀ ledĀ toĀ noĀ disappointmentĀ atĀ all.Ā whatĀ useĀ wasĀ thatĀ wordĀ for?Ā DISAPPOINTMENT.Ā itĀ onlyĀ servedĀ asĀ somethingĀ whenĀ anotherĀ precededĀ it:Ā expectations.Ā zatannaĀ hadĀ noneĀ left,Ā andĀ onlyĀ laughedĀ atĀ hisĀ quipĀ likeĀ sheādĀ toĀ anyĀ otherĀ joke.Ā tryingĀ toĀ beĀ herĀ reasonableĀ selfĀ asĀ usual,Ā somethingĀ easyĀ toĀ doĀ āĀ whoĀ wasĀ zatannaĀ zataraĀ butĀ aĀ heartbreakerĀ too?Ā thoughĀ unlikeĀ him,Ā rarelyĀ byĀ choice.Ā sheādĀ doĀ anythingĀ toĀ haveĀ someoneĀ toĀ stay.Ā Ā oneĀ whoĀ couldĀ stay.
theĀ magicianĀ satĀ onĀ theĀ floorĀ rightĀ byĀ hisĀ legāsĀ sideĀ andĀ listenedĀ toĀ theĀ wordsĀ comingĀ fromĀ hisĀ mouthĀ soĀ classicallyĀ andĀ rusky.Ā johnāsĀ communicationĀ withĀ magicĀ wasĀ alwaysĀ interesting.Ā soĀ differentĀ fromĀ herĀ ownĀ andĀ manyĀ othersĀ inĀ theĀ field.Ā refined,Ā butĀ notĀ inĀ itsĀ coreĀ orĀ existence.Ā itĀ wasĀ beautifulĀ toĀ seeĀ justĀ likeĀ aĀ flameĀ wasĀ beautifulĀ asĀ well:Ā dangerouslyĀ so,Ā andĀ closeĀ toĀ burning.Ā andĀ suddenlyĀ anyĀ joyĀ herĀ heartĀ feltĀ atĀ havingĀ companyĀ forĀ aĀ missionĀ vanishedĀ asĀ theĀ colorsĀ inĀ theĀ pictureĀ frameĀ turnedĀ intoĀ distantĀ realityĀ rightĀ inĀ frontĀ ofĀ herĀ eyes.Ā love,Ā everlasting,Ā theĀ sortĀ thatĀ herĀ childĀ selfĀ readĀ inĀ fairytalesĀ beingĀ shownĀ fromĀ itsĀ beginningĀ toĀ itsĀ violentĀ end.Ā zeeĀ didnātĀ evenĀ noticeĀ itĀ endingĀ beforeĀ sheĀ feltĀ theĀ hotĀ liquidĀ comingĀ downĀ herĀ cheeksĀ silentlyĀ andĀ herĀ handĀ holdingĀ constantineāsĀ kneeĀ tightly,Ā lookingĀ forĀ support.Ā theyĀ wereĀ deadĀ āĀ aĀ factĀ thatĀ wasĀ knownĀ fromĀ theĀ momentĀ theyĀ walkedĀ in.Ā butĀ theyĀ diedĀ horribly,Ā inĀ terror,Ā facingĀ somethingĀ supernatural.Ā theirĀ deathĀ happenedĀ inĀ theĀ middleĀ ofĀ confusion.
ā fuck. āĀ Ā zatannaĀ whisperedĀ inĀ exasperation,Ā cleaningĀ herĀ tearsĀ quicklyĀ andĀ heardĀ HIM.Ā askingĀ ifĀ sheĀ wasĀ alright.Ā alright?Ā no,Ā hellĀ sheĀ wasnātĀ āĀ innocentsĀ wereĀ deadĀ andĀ allĀ theyĀ couldĀ doĀ wasĀ tryĀ toĀ figureĀ outĀ whatĀ happenedĀ andĀ āĀ ā yes,Ā iāmĀ fine.Ā donātĀ worryĀ aboutĀ me. āĀ aĀ stageĀ performerĀ knewĀ howĀ toĀ hideĀ thingsĀ well.Ā sheĀ alwaysĀ didĀ it.Ā anĀ honestĀ womanĀ withĀ whiteĀ liesĀ toĀ avoidĀ beingĀ hurtĀ āĀ toĀ wantĀ johnĀ closeĀ wasĀ toĀ wantĀ toĀ beĀ brokenĀ again.Ā " iĀ justĀ thinkĀ yourĀ jokesĀ arenātĀ asĀ funnyĀ asĀ theyĀ usedĀ toĀ be, it makes me cry. ā Ā aĀ remarkĀ forĀ theĀ hurtĀ sheĀ felt,Ā somethingĀ heĀ didnātĀ share.Ā ANDĀ THEN:Ā THEĀ SOUND!Ā fromĀ theĀ upĀ floor.Ā steps.Ā someoneĀ wasĀ inĀ thereĀ still.Ā someone,Ā orĀ something.Ā zatannaāsĀ eyesĀ turnedĀ whiteĀ inĀ magicalĀ fury.
ā weĀ canĀ stillĀ getĀ it. ā Ā andĀ forĀ whateverĀ itĀ takesĀ weĀ canĀ destroyĀ it.Ā sheĀ didnātĀ waitĀ beforeĀ runningĀ upĀ asĀ fastĀ asĀ herĀ legsĀ couldĀ take,Ā blueĀ flamesĀ onĀ theĀ palmsĀ ofĀ herĀ handsĀ āĀ leavingĀ johnĀ behindĀ andĀ followingĀ theĀ noiseĀ withĀ oneĀ taskĀ inĀ theĀ head.Ā killĀ theĀ demon,Ā theĀ creature,Ā thatĀ murderedĀ theĀ innocents.Ā zatannaĀ stoppedĀ beforeĀ aĀ trapdoorĀ toĀ theĀ attic,Ā sensingĀ herĀ partnerĀ comingĀ upĀ asĀ well.Ā shouldĀ I waitĀ orĀ faceĀ theĀ threatĀ alone?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā š¦š±'š° š š£š²š«š«š¶ š±š„š¦š«š¤, how horrors seethe underneath astral veils & yet, the occultist never felt more at ease. lungs feel lighter / the noose slacken ever so slightly. john can't help but muse to himself, a teasing, homely situation he's found himself in. ššššš'š ššššššš šš ššš ššššš, time had been one cruel prick to the foundations. ragged hands a hovering ghost over the surface, an ššššššš ššššššššš that doesn't want to be relished in. the story will be told sooner or later. there's a conversation held in the air, a silent shrug as response: what was i 'spose to do. hands fall into slacks' pockets as hues watch zee crouch, figure looms over like a shadow. ( š ššš” š¬šŖš¢š«: the magician's eyes spoke otherwise. ) behind distracted gaze, john's hues could only soften. question that lingered with every meet, what remains of š ššššššššš ššššš ached in contrition. ā ah, the place's a fixer - upper, but i'm a š©šš«š”š©š¬šÆš”'š° š“š¬šÆš°š± š«š¦š¤š„š±šŖššÆš¢ āÆāÆ reputation precedes 'n all that, love. ā sincerity amongst silver tongued humour. a double - edged answer; what he yearns for is a pipe dream ( & wouldn't think twice to šššš ššš ššššššš ššššššš for it. does that scare you, john ? )
the portrait glides & orbs fall upon the art. a glimpse of normalcy, šššš ššššššššššš š ššššš ššš ššššššš. how'd it always felt just out of reach āÆāÆ a stolen glimpse of zatanna's features, šššššš - šššš & šššššš in the back of his wretched mind. coat instinctively shrugs off at zee's ask / sleeves rolled up before calloused digits takes a hold of the frame.
ā only 'cause you asked so nicely . . . & the promise of a pub is enticing. ā a drink to numb the fear of what might reveal itself, an excuse to linger just a bit longer. silvered hues focused, ignore the šššš that twists in the stomach. ā šš ššššššš-šš šššš šššššš, ššššš ššššš šš ššĆ¬šššš šššš. ā silver imitations project from the couple. youthful laughter reverb through the static, hands held tenderly. the grasp tightens as screams begin to consume, skin š šššššššš šš šš¢ until nothing but shells āÆāÆ falling back into the picturesque pose, hands still intwined, & colliding the floor below. ā bloody hell. certainly one way to šššš ššš šššššššš. ā a moment eyebrows furrow together, ā you alright, zee ? ā
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ā itāsĀ alright.Ā iĀ shouldĀ haveĀ comeĀ toĀ seeĀ you,Ā too. ā Ā itĀ wasĀ aĀ pathĀ thatĀ wentĀ bothĀ ways,Ā wasnātĀ it?Ā theĀ faultĀ forĀ theirĀ friendshipĀ fallingĀ apartĀ wasĀ alsoĀ hers,Ā asĀ muchĀ asĀ itĀ wasĀ hisĀ orĀ theĀ circumstancesĀ ofĀ movingĀ out,Ā ofĀ growingĀ upĀ āĀ ofĀ notĀ recognizingĀ yourĀ childĀ self.Ā Ā sheādĀ admitĀ beingĀ excitedĀ toĀ haveĀ himĀ atĀ herĀ show,Ā thoughĀ āĀ alwaysĀ readyĀ toĀ beĀ aĀ littleĀ showoff.Ā zatannaĀ grinnedĀ toĀ herselfĀ atĀ that,Ā alreadyĀ planningĀ howĀ muchĀ sheĀ couldĀ giveĀ toĀ theĀ worldĀ andĀ toĀ suchĀ aĀ forgottenĀ partĀ ofĀ it.
herĀ blackĀ hairĀ fellĀ overĀ herĀ eyesĀ asĀ sheĀ noddedĀ enthusiasticallyĀ andĀ beamed,Ā aĀ soundĀ ofĀ excitementĀ outĀ ofĀ herĀ lipsĀ beforeĀ sheĀ couldĀ think.Ā sheĀ rememberedĀ then,Ā herĀ fatherĀ atĀ theĀ stageĀ āĀ theĀ laughterĀ ofĀ thoseĀ thatĀ neededĀ itĀ moreĀ thanĀ anyone.Ā itĀ wouldĀ beĀ wonderfulĀ toĀ doĀ thatĀ too.Ā toĀ feelĀ closerĀ toĀ herĀ rootsĀ thanĀ everĀ before.Ā Ā āĀ thankĀ you, bruce. āĀ Ā theĀ honestyĀ wasĀ soĀ strikingĀ sheĀ almostĀ blushedĀ atĀ itĀ beingĀ soĀ bare.Ā butĀ itĀ wasnātĀ somethingĀ befittingĀ ofĀ her,Ā wasĀ it?Ā soĀ zeeĀ justĀ continuedĀ toĀ smileĀ untilĀ theĀ mentionĀ ofĀ werewolvesĀ wasĀ broughtĀ up.
couldĀ heĀ handleĀ theĀ truth?Ā heĀ wasĀ neverĀ muchĀ ofĀ aĀ magicĀ guy,Ā wasĀ he?Ā evenĀ asĀ aĀ boy.
ā letāsĀ pretendĀ youĀ donātĀ knowĀ youāreĀ pretty. āĀ aĀ fingerĀ roseĀ inĀ theĀ air,Ā pointingĀ atĀ hisĀ chestĀ accusedly.Ā heĀ wasĀ joking,Ā surely.Ā heĀ wasĀ prettyĀ indeedĀ :Ā alwaysĀ hadĀ beenĀ āĀ theĀ beautyĀ hadĀ grownĀ withĀ him,Ā butĀ notĀ theĀ wayĀ sheĀ expectedĀ backĀ then.Ā bruceĀ wasĀ supposedĀ toĀ growĀ likeĀ applesĀ inĀ theirĀ trees,Ā likeĀ aĀ streamĀ toĀ theĀ ocean,Ā butĀ hereĀ heĀ wasĀ likeĀ pomegranatesĀ inĀ autumnĀ instead.Ā orĀ liliesĀ inĀ aĀ funeral.Ā thereĀ wasĀ aĀ hintĀ ofĀ sadnessĀ thatĀ emanatedĀ fromĀ hisĀ energyĀ thatĀ madeĀ herĀ sadĀ herself,Ā ifĀ notĀ aĀ littleĀ moreĀ curiousĀ toĀ sitĀ downĀ andĀ talkĀ aboutĀ whatĀ happenedĀ sinceĀ sheĀ hadĀ leftĀ himĀ theĀ lastĀ time.Ā leftĀ him,Ā andĀ hisĀ parents.Ā zeeĀ sighed.Ā Ā ā werewolvesĀ areĀ everywhere,Ā andĀ theyĀ seemĀ toĀ loveĀ meĀ forĀ someĀ reason.Ā donātĀ worryĀ though. Ā forĀ aĀ cityĀ calledĀ gotham,Ā thereĀ arenātĀ manyĀ gothĀ creaturesĀ aroundĀ āĀ exceptĀ forĀ thatĀ batĀ guy.Ā iĀ wonderĀ ifĀ heāsĀ aĀ werewolfĀ too. ā
moreĀ likelyĀ aĀ vampireĀ āĀ evenĀ ifĀ thoseĀ werenātĀ asĀ common.
ā itāsĀ alwaysĀ wonderfulĀ toĀ seeĀ anĀ oldĀ friend. āĀ Ā zatannaĀ saidĀ herĀ goodbyes,Ā takingĀ oneĀ glassĀ ofĀ champagneĀ andĀ staringĀ atĀ himĀ oneĀ secondĀ moreĀ beforeĀ turningĀ herĀ back.Ā ā seeĀ youĀ inĀ theĀ frontĀ row,Ā bruce.Ā orĀ else. āĀ theĀ threatĀ wasnātĀ empty.
the name arkham spelled out in lettering as flyer is held out , and his eyes slightly widen as brows raise. gotham , despite it's veracious appetite for cruelty still was a real and very living entity. people moved within the city as best they could - the remainder of population who had indeed survived the flood put into temporary housing that was never quite enough.
as eyes spy her costume a smile can't help but tug , ' you were always good at that ... ' a warmth blossoms beneath wording , and for few precious moments he forgots the weight of his namesake , those who wanted him dead. the flyer moved with wrist as the lighting catches what it can of her costume , and that smile spreads. ' i should've come and seen you sooner ' a gentle sort of apology. ' i'm sorry about that ' though there is little point in obsessing about the past.
she asks for his help , and he returns to that question as a nod of his head accompanies words , ' i can see what i can do ... try to pull a few strings ' after all , he is part arkham - that part of his lineage evident by the blonde streaks within hair. the jawline that was handed down by his mother , and the his unique ability to constantly be surrounded in what others would call a macabre air.
' i'll come to this one ' in truth he had wanted to be there , to ensure her safety.
i ensure that my tone is coated in a easy sort of air , that i'm doing better - aren't i ? it's been a year since the flood and i've come to learn a difficult past that will never unlearned. there is fear that comes with my namesakes , a self hatred that buries deep. if i am to sit on the arkham board then i need to immerse myself into every aspect. levity is learned aspect , i've studied well and ensured that my secret is safe. i then choose to extend my good nature as i return to a comment she had previously made.
' pretty as me ? ... now i know you're joking ' laughter manages , as teeth drag against lower lip , ' where exactly would you come across werewolves? '
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IM LATE!! but wanted to wish you a happy birthday still š
*eats the cake emoji* thank you?? you're so lovely. thank you!
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Clarissa! Happy birthday !! I hope you have the best day and itās full of goodness and bubbly (possibly cake) ANYWAYS youāre such a joy and Iām so glad weāve gotten the chance to know one another. I know college is a lotā¢ļø right now but youāre kicking its butt š¤š¤ ily and youāre such a bright presence on my dash.
selina omg!! thank you so much ! you are such lovely presence, incredible writer and i'm so glad to be your mutual! :`) thanks again.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY!
thank you dearest ! š
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so, today's my birthday! i'm 24 now and that's a little scary considering everything but hey, i'm taking the day off for myself and won't be around much even on disc. but see you tomorrow and thanks for the patience. you are all lovely <3
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INTOLERABLE CRUELTY (2003)
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aĀ genuineĀ smileĀ gracedĀ herĀ featuresĀ thoughĀ ofĀ courseĀ heĀ couldnātĀ seeĀ it.Ā sheĀ walkedĀ aheadĀ carefulĀ notĀ toĀ stepĀ onĀ anyĀ traps,Ā eyesĀ watchfulĀ towardsĀ anyĀ mysteriousĀ gleamĀ orĀ sparkleĀ thatĀ couldĀ meanĀ aĀ hiddenĀ spell.Ā wasĀ sheĀ someoneĀ ableĀ toĀ investigateĀ thisĀ houseĀ onĀ herĀ own?Ā yes,Ā butĀ johnĀ wasĀ inĀ town,Ā andĀ sheĀ wasĀ alsoĀ smartĀ enoughĀ toĀ useĀ anotherāsĀ capacitiesĀ whenĀ theĀ chanceĀ showedĀ upĀ āĀ orĀ maybeĀ youĀ justĀ wantedĀ toĀ seeĀ him,Ā theĀ innerĀ andĀ hyperĀ annoyingĀ voiceĀ whisperedĀ insideĀ theĀ head,Ā foolishĀ woman.Ā darkĀ blueĀ orbsĀ wentĀ overĀ shoulderĀ toĀ spyĀ onĀ him.Ā Ā ā iĀ donātĀ thinkĀ iāveĀ sharedĀ that. ā butĀ itĀ wasĀ aroundĀ fiftyĀ yearsĀ orĀ more.Ā sheĀ knewĀ theĀ storyĀ justĀ enough;Ā anĀ elderlyĀ coupleĀ withĀ noĀ children,Ā aĀ crumblingĀ placeĀ thatĀ nowĀ belongedĀ toĀ theĀ governmentĀ toĀ payĀ ancient billsĀ andĀ thatĀ wasnātĀ forĀ sale. never ready to be a home again. Ā aĀ sadĀ affair,Ā somethingĀ thoseĀ wallsĀ told.
theĀ magicianĀ stoppedĀ onĀ herĀ tracksĀ toĀ glareĀ atĀ theĀ buttĀ ofĀ hisĀ cigaretteĀ onĀ theĀ floor.Ā aĀ silentĀ message:Ā really?Ā beforeĀ sheĀ kneltĀ toĀ theĀ floor,Ā noticingĀ whatĀ heĀ meant.Ā ā itĀ isĀ veryĀ cleanā¦Ā hey,Ā areĀ youĀ stillĀ lookingĀ forĀ aĀ placeĀ toĀ rent?Ā maybeĀ youĀ couldĀ stayĀ here.Ā it suits your aesthetic. āĀ zatannaĀ jokedĀ butĀ thereĀ wasĀ aĀ genuineĀ questionĀ hidden:Ā wasĀ heĀ goingĀ toĀ stayĀ longerĀ thisĀ time?Ā itĀ alwaysĀ lingeredĀ wheneverĀ theyĀ met,Ā andĀ thoughĀ theĀ answerĀ wasĀ alwaysĀ theĀ same,Ā sheĀ neverĀ ceasedĀ toĀ wonder.
AĀ TIREDĀ SIGHĀ LEFTĀ LIPSĀ asĀ sheĀ lickedĀ them,Ā takingĀ objectsĀ andĀ booksĀ fromĀ herĀ bag.Ā Ā ā theĀ bestĀ wayĀ ofĀ knowingĀ ifĀ thisĀ placeĀ isĀ beingĀ usedĀ byĀ hellishĀ creaturesĀ orĀ gangstersĀ isĀ toĀ askĀ theĀ ownersĀ themselves. āĀ Ā withĀ aĀ flickĀ ofĀ herĀ fingerĀ aĀ portraitĀ cameĀ flyingĀ toĀ theirĀ direction.Ā zatannaĀ pickedĀ itĀ upĀ andĀ lookedĀ atĀ theĀ coupleĀ whoĀ didnātĀ stareĀ backĀ atĀ her,Ā butĀ toĀ eachĀ other;Ā lovinglyĀ so.Ā sheĀ hopedĀ thatĀ theirĀ endĀ hadĀ beenĀ sweet.Ā noĀ flickĀ ofĀ pain.Ā Ā ā john,Ā canĀ youĀ doĀ thisĀ forĀ me?Ā myĀ magicĀ isĀ notĀ underĀ controlĀ today. āĀ half-true.Ā sheĀ didĀ soĀ manyĀ showsĀ lastĀ nightĀ thatĀ herĀ energyĀ wasĀ aĀ bitĀ drained.Ā invocationĀ wasĀ underĀ herĀ dominion,Ā butĀ controllingĀ itĀ couldĀ leadĀ herĀ toĀ beĀ weaponless.Ā andĀ asĀ aĀ memberĀ ofĀ theĀ league,Ā thatĀ wasĀ unaffordable.Ā Ā ā prettyĀ please?Ā thenĀ weĀ canĀ goĀ toĀ anyĀ pubĀ youĀ wish. ā Ā aĀ badĀ ideaĀ itĀ was,Ā toĀ drinkĀ withĀ johnĀ constantine.Ā butĀ sheĀ hadĀ beenĀ downĀ thatĀ roadĀ before;Ā anotherĀ roundĀ wouldnātĀ hurtĀ much.
( ā ) āÆāÆ @magizat : 008, inside an old abandoned house.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā š·š¢š¢, š©š¬š³š¢, if you're wantin' my company . . . ā digit trails amongst sea of dust, šš šššš ššššššš
, erode & disappear into nothing āÆāÆ ššš ššššššš šššššššš¢ ššš. ā a pub would've suited just fine. ā caught behind a veil of smoke, a moon shaped smirk thrown haphazardly towards the magician's way. couldn't trust the league as far as he could throw 'em. ( the feeling vocally reciprocated back / ascetic bite šššš ššššš šššš. ) but zatanna, with all serpentine charm & resonant compassion, drew him here. moth to cursed flame. wallpapers peeling from walls, glass splintering underneath boot's weary heel. gut instinct says some lies deeper; nerves observing, searching beyond ššš ššššššššš šššššš.
ā how long ago did you say this shithole was deserted ? ā question echoed over coated shoulder, sapped wood beneath š šÆš¦š¢š” š¦š« šš«š¤š²š¦š°š„. sigh escaping in response, cigarette butt thrown out over the dusty sill. typical haunted house fashion. it's the unknown that pulls constantine like a magnet, a sick, fleeting thrill never fulfilled / void weighing heavy around like a thick blanket while walking. ā seems like someoneāÆāÆ or somethin' has been keeping up wit' the housework. never seen a bloody wreck look so tidy. ā
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everythingĀ aroundĀ themĀ cameĀ outĀ ofĀ anĀ apocalypseĀ movieĀ andĀ zatannaĀ couldĀ evenĀ sayĀ sheĀ wasĀ impressed.Ā whoeverĀ didĀ thisĀ wasĀ adamantĀ inĀ causingĀ chaosĀ andĀ well,Ā itĀ worked.Ā toĀ receiveĀ theĀ wonderĀ boy'sĀ āĀ boyĀ wasĀ aĀ weirdĀ wordĀ toĀ describeĀ theĀ youngerĀ manĀ āĀ callĀ wasĀ alsoĀ somethingĀ surprising.Ā butĀ sheĀ wasĀ gladĀ toĀ beĀ ofĀ anyĀ help,Ā evenĀ ifĀ theirĀ abilitiesĀ wereĀ notĀ soĀ closeĀ toĀ eachĀ other,Ā orĀ evenĀ their vessels.Ā aĀ giggleĀ escapedĀ herĀ lips,Ā appreciativeĀ ofĀ theĀ humorĀ thatĀ lightenedĀ theĀ moodĀ andĀ theĀ scenario;Ā still,Ā theyĀ hadĀ workĀ toĀ do.Ā ā thatāsĀ notĀ reallyĀ goodĀ newsĀ either.Ā ifĀ heĀ wereĀ here,Ā weĀ couldĀ finishĀ thisĀ sooner. āĀ andĀ sheĀ hopedĀ heĀ wasĀ awareĀ thatĀ sheĀ wasĀ notĀ aĀ detectiveĀ toĀ findĀ someoneĀ justĀ likeĀ thatĀ ā or thatĀ invocationĀ spellsĀ didnātĀ workĀ onĀ theĀ livingĀ humansĀ asĀ easilyĀ asĀ itĀ didĀ onĀ theĀ deadĀ ones.
atĀ hisĀ questionĀ theĀ sorceressĀ concentrated.Ā Ā eyesĀ white,Ā powerful,Ā andĀ backwardĀ wordsĀ floatingĀ outĀ ofĀ prettyĀ lips.Ā someĀ ofĀ theĀ wreckageĀ disappearedĀ outĀ ofĀ thinĀ air,Ā leavingĀ onlyĀ smokeĀ behind.Ā butĀ theĀ importantĀ bitĀ wasĀ underneath;Ā tireĀ marks.Ā someoneĀ fleeingĀ theĀ sceneĀ beforeĀ theĀ explodingĀ occurred.Ā ā iĀ foundĀ theĀ cluesĀ youāreĀ lookingĀ for.Ā thisĀ hasĀ nothingĀ magicalĀ aboutĀ itā¦Ā except,Ā this. āĀ aĀ smallĀ objectĀ wasĀ gleamingĀ underĀ theĀ fire.Ā aĀ pen.Ā howĀ wasĀ itĀ intact,Ā though?Ā sheĀ doubtedĀ anyĀ schoolĀ supplyĀ wasĀ thatĀ good.Ā Ā ā thisĀ isĀ definitelyĀ enchanted.Ā whoeverĀ didĀ thisĀ likesĀ toĀ signĀ documentsĀ aĀ lot,Ā orĀ makeĀ otherĀ peopleĀ doĀ it. āĀ aĀ soulĀ bindingĀ inkā¦Ā contractsĀ andĀ theĀ sort.Ā nothingĀ veryĀ original:Ā theĀ gangstersĀ inĀ sanĀ franciscoĀ hadĀ thatĀ tacticĀ too.Ā Ā Ā zatannaĀ lookedĀ atĀ nightwingĀ withĀ amusement.Ā ā whereāsĀ theĀ lostĀ andĀ foundĀ section? ā
āĀ I donāt understand your definition of good news. ā / @magizat
something exploded vaguely to their left. dick's hands went to his waist and his lips pursed absentmindedly as he assessed the damage around them. GOOD NEWS is they weren't apart of the wreckage. BAD NEWS? everything else kind of was. between everything that was charred to finish or was CURRENTLY on fire, yeah the good news reel was going to be more of a vine. however, dick likes to think they're in the ballpark of good news. at the fence, maybe. his foot scuffs the peeling floor. in the parking lot, even. " yeah. " dick blew a breath out, clean up was going to SUCK. " how about good news-adjacent? good news' second cousin. " a beam broke. crashed to the floor in a spectacular splay of dust and battered remains and dick winced. only a little. yeah, maybe he had less for his case than he'd previously disclosed and maybe the hunt was going to be more like looking for a match in a firestorm. everything is information, and even if this turned out to be a pretty expensive bust, at least they know they were pulling on the right strings. " the good news is we know he's NOT here. " but, yeah maybe he needed to consult a dictionary. dick's hands move to scout the remains, but doesn't go very far. they won't get much, dick knows that, but zatanna's powers were more complex than he could ever understand. he squints a bit at some of the lightly smoldering stacks and asks in her direction, " do you see anything? "
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William Klein - Juliette Marglen Lipstick Ad (Vogue 1957)
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