A hypothetical god tier for John Bowers from Doom Patrol: the Maid of Blood.
A Maid of Blood is among those who alter paths, drive, and passion. They are motivated by themselves to assist connection. (x)
The Maid of Blood feels like something is holding them back and has a strong sense of responsibility. (x)
They are the Escapee Promised, defined by freedom and connection. (x)
Their opposite is the Sylph of Breath. Their inverse is the Bard of Breath.
They share their personality with the Prince of Breath.
The Maid of Blood would quest on a planet similar to the Land of Underground and Blood, reigned over by Hera (Goddess of Marriage Vows) or Prometheus (the Titan rebel who was chained to a mountain for giving fire to man). They would rise to ascension on the wings of mosquitoes. (x)(x)(x)
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It always ends the same chapter 1.
( Hi! this a much longer fic so she gets chapters )
John's pov
Chapter one
The plane crashed. The plane crashed. John had checked it 8 times but still it wasn't enough. Larry could've died. Larry should've died. The question is why didn't he? What was the blue thing keeping Larry alive? These questions weighed heavily on John's mind as he worked and waited for the clock to strike 4. Then he'd drive down to the hospital and talk to Larry for as long as he could. Unfortunately he always caught the tail end of the conversations with Larry's mother. Who looked at him with pure scorn and sometimes a little confused. He knew that she knew that he and Larry were together. But she could never tell anyone or else everyone would know she raised a gay son. John sighed as he walked into the call room, putting his hands in his pocket.
Mrs. Trainor was praying with Larry, " Amen", she mumbled, turning her head to look at John. " Hello, John, you haven't been at church these past two Sundays"
John shook his head, " I've been babysitting the boys so that Sheryl can go to church and go to lunch afterwards with her friends without having to worry about everything. No I believe your turn with the phone is almost up ", john said softly,
Mrs. Tranoir smiled but it didn't reach her eyes, " bye, sweetheart, I love you ", she said into the phone
Bye ,sweetheart, I love you. What John would give to say those words Larry into that little phone.
Mrs. Trainor must've noticed John's face change. She looked almost apologetic as she bumped into him. John speed walked into the phone.
" Hey, Larry, you dead yet?", John asked into the phone.
The tension in his shoulder loosened the second he heard Larry laugh.
" No. Why do you want to be?", Larry asked
" Yeah, actually do you know how much of a raise I'd get. Like at least ten percent. I could vacation someplace better like Ohio", he said, laughing a little.
" Well I'll take that into consideration next time I crash my plane", Larry said, with a slightly louder snicker then a wince.
" Lare, you ok?", John asked.
" I'm fine. So how are the boys?", Larry asked to change the question.
" The boys are fine. Gary's enjoying having a puppy. And Paul got in trouble at school for kissing a girl behind the bleachers", John said.
Larry sighed, the relief palpable.
" Anyway you get the paintings of the garden?", John asked.
For some reason Larry wasn't allowed to have any photo, but he still needed to check on his garden. So John had to paint every individual plant perfectly and as a retired artist he did a pretty good job. It was actually how they met, Larry needed a painting of his garden and so he contacted John. They spent the day together and a year later, John was assigned to work under the hotshot pilot Larry Tranoir. sorry Captain Larry Tranoir. It was the most awkward day of his life.
" Yeah you missed one thing though, blue orchids have a slight orange hue not yellow", Larry said, his voice bringing John to reality.
" Oh I'm sorry", John said dripping with sarcasm.
" Listen, I'm basically in a cell so the you can do is paint me proper orchids", Larry said, holding back laughter.
" Do you know how hard orchids are to draw? I'm not fixing it", John shot back.
And they talked like that for a while. And everything for a second felt ok. Until the beep came to end the conversation, "Bye, pal", John muttered into the phone, leaving before Larry got a chance to say bye back.
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