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Well... this might not be as easy as he thought.
And that's a wrap!!! For the prologue anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it! So glad to get through this intro, whew.
Now it's time for the fun part- questions! I'll be taking some asks for ol Dice before heading into Chapter 1, which is already scripted, so fire away! I'm sure he'll be thrilled to answer them.
I'll be taking a short break to finish up another side project, but I look forward to showing you guys what's ahead!
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Nuanced Foil Lena AU
Here's a prelude to some snippets I hope to post regarding Lena as a nuanced, layered foil to Kara and the Superfriends. Enjoy!
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Losing Lena hurts. What hurts just as more is facing the first threat without her. Her absence is keenly felt, and nothing feels more unnatural to Kara than having to visit Lena to ask for help, rather than already have Lena in her corner.
She pauses for a moment in the sky outside Lena's office, shrouded by the overcast night. Lena is taking a rare break from sitting at her desk-- though at this hour she should be properly done with work. She stands out on her balcony with her back leaning against the rail, scrolling on her phone while pensively resting her cheek against the stemless wine glass in her hand. It's filled with water for once, and Kara can't help but gaze at the quiet moment.
As though sensing Kara's attention, Lena pulls her eyes from her phone and turns, scanning the sky around her. She doesn't spot Kara, but goes inside anyway. She doesn't lock the door behind her.
It's not an invitation, Kara knows that. Even so, she lands quietly on the balcony a few moments later, and softly steps inside.
"I thought I'd save myself the broken lock," Lena drawls, not looking up from her computer. She clicks through some open windows, her attention barely spared an ounce towards her visitor.
It's such a sharp contrast to the focus Lena has always given her, Kara can barely breathe through the pain in her chest. The worst of it all is the disinterest in Lena's voice. She would expect-- nay, prefer-- to hear ire, wrath, vehement reproach. Instead, she's faced with such indifference that it opens a new wound in Kara's heart.
"What can I do for you?"
Finally, Lena turns, rising to her full height as she casually folds her arms across her chest. One eyebrow lifts expectantly, but for once Kara has no idea what Lena is expecting, exactly. Another apology? Kara's actual purpose?
It leaves Kara feeling unmoored, and she relies on her Supergirl persona to pull her through. She inhales, expanding her chest and broadening her shoulders, while her fists settle on her hips in a familiar stance.
Kara hates herself for it.
"We need your help."
"Funny. That sounds more like an expectation than a request."
"Will you help us?"
"No."
Kara pauses, thrown by Lena's response. The word comes light but blunt, almost casual, as though there might be room to negotiate. Caught flatfooted, Kara's mind races again to identify what exactly Lena expects of her.
"Will you help us, please?"
Lena's lips twitch. "Cute. But I wasn't reminding you of your manners. I'm setting a boundary-- the advantage you've taken of our relationship ends here."
"What do you mean?"
"I hereby withdraw my unilateral support for Supergirl and your club of vigilantes." Lena sorts through the paper on her desk, finished with the conversation. "Whatever mess you've created this time, you're on your own."
"Lena..."
"Here's another riddle, while you puzzle out what the word no means-- what has two doors and an unwanted guest?"
Kara's chest clenches.
"Lena. Please."
"This office has two doors, Supergirl-- choose one."
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Honda Prelude third generation ('How beauty can be functional')
Scanned by Mizucat
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