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/ anything pls <3 

/ plsss anyyy

/ i totally get it, i do the same thing sometimes but your replies are perfect. you get into so much depth that it’s making me wanna do the same which i appreciate + you’re welcome! <3 

@godlyhuntings  / ✶  oh my god, thank you! that means a lot! i'm always tweaking about my responses, i'm always so hard on myself but you saying this made my day, you have no idea <3

[@rottnology ]
            
            [✶]  the young goddess sat cross-legged in the grass, the sunlight slipping through the leaves in warm, fractured beams. it caught in her dark hair as she drew it over one shoulder, fingers working slowly, carefully, weaving the strands together like it was something sacred.
            
            she didn’t look his way, didn’t notice the quiet intensity of his gaze or the measured scratch of graphite against paper.
            
            for once, her shoulders weren’t tense. no dagger at her side, no expectation sitting heavy on her. just the breeze and the faint scent of earth warming beneath the afternoon sun — for once, she was at peace. 
            
            diana paused midway through the braid, tilting her head slightly as if listening to something distant.  a small, almost private smile touched her lips, the kind that only showed when she forgot anyone could see her.
            
            “you’re awfully quiet over there,” she murmured absentmindedly, eyes still fixed on her hands. “that journaling must be /very/ intense or are you pretending to be productive?” there was no suspicion in her voice, only gentle teasing, light as the air between them.

/        intro        !!

*      curious pls! 

/ intro pls! and curious on @godlyhuntings pls

twelve minutes? goodness.. ( a sigh. it truly had felt like much longer to the rather dramatic pavari. he hummed lowly, squeezing her hand back, ) at least we're nearly there. 

[@feathrflaunt ]
            
            [✶]   “centuries?” she echoes, giving her boyfriend a amused look, “then history will remember this as the day you almost died from mild inconvenience.” 
            
            she gave his hand an affectionate squeeze and playfully rolled her eyes, “gods clyde, we've only been walking for twelve minutes, hardly a century, not even close really.”

i feel as if we've been walking for /centuries/, ( he says, dramatically, interlocking their hands with a sigh, ) i hope i make it in one piece.

[@calciferos ]
            
            [✶]  diana hadn’t meant to say it aloud,the truth, that is. It had slipped from her in the moment of weakness but she didn't seem to mind. she felt calm and she knew cal wouldn't judge her, she trusted him enough to be assured of that. 
            
            his hands were warm, steady and when he cradled her wrist, when his thumbs traced those gentle circles, something in her chest tightened—not from pain, but from the unfamiliar comfort of being held without expectation.
            
            she gazed up at him, watercolor eyes sinking deep into his, giving him a soft nod at his offer of walking with him. “if– if you don't mind, i could use a distraction.” 
            
            her fingers shifted just slightly within his, going and holding him by his bicep, leaning into the warmth of his side as she took a breath of air, the gentle breeze of the evening nipping at her cheeks.

{ calcfier’s  brows  furrowed,  hardly  visible  from  his  feathered  bangs  tousled  over  his  forehead. }   then  it  was  an  immortal?   { not  that  it  should  matter.  both  beings  were  capable  of  crushing  other’s  hearts  and  other  acts  of  cruelty. }
            
            oh  diana  ..   { his  breath  was  her  name,  almost  transforming  into  something  ethereal.  perhaps  it  would’ve  if  they  were  confined  by  four  walls  and  not  lost  into  the  cooling  air  that  signaled  the  evening. }  i  am  sorry  to  hear  this.  do  you  ..  want  me  to  walk  with  me?   { he  pulled  his  hand  from  her  back  to  cradle  the  one  on  his  wrist,  sandwiching  it  between  his  palms  in  a  quiet  anchor.  his  thumbs  traced  soothing  circles  across  her  unblemished  skin. }

[@calciferos ] 
            
            [✶]   her lashes fluttered at his touch, the warmth of his thumb against her cheek far too gentle for what she felt deserving. for a moment, she simply looked at him as if weighing how much truth, how much vulnerability, she really wanted to show him. 
            
            diana let out a gentle exhale, “a mortal?” she echoed softly, a humorless huff escaping her. “no, it isn't that simple.”
            
            her hand rose slowly, hesitating before settling against his wrist, fingers curling around it as she settled herself there, letting him anchor her. her voice lowered before she spoke, voice uncharacteristically, “i believed in someone, in what they promised, in what they swore we were /building/.” she paused, eyebrows gently furrowing, not in anger at him but in herself, “and i was foolish enough to think i was more than a stepping stone in /their/ grand design.”

 no,  no.  you  said  something.  say  it  again.  i  didn't  catch  what  you  said. ⁽  it  was  more  of  a  confirmation  of  what  she'd  said,  he'd  heard  her  but  could  you  really  hate  on  a  guy  wanting  to  hear  it.  whatever  /  it  /  was.  ⁾
            
            @cosmichaaos 

[@rottnology ]
            
            [✶]  diana tilted her head slightly, just a tad mischievous as her gaze dragged slowly from taking him in, taking her time as she did so. 
             a playfully wicked smirk curved on her lips,“if i knew exactly what you meant, i wouldn’t be asking. so go on, say it.”

  ohhh,  don't  play  dumb  with  me.  you  know  exactly  what  im  talking  about  and  you  know  it.
            
            @cosmichaaos 

  ⁽  good  with  words,  he  always  had  been.  writing  and  reading  it.  if  he  put  his  mind  to  it  he  could  make  quite  the  poet  actually.  although  his  behavior  with  diana  differed  from  most.  douglas  had  a  reputation  of  meeting  fire  with  fire,  but  that  only  burnt  everything  down.  it  could  easily  be  chalked  up  to  how  different  he  was.  ⁾
            
            ⁽  his  style,  his  mannerisms,  how  his  brain  worked.     he'd  never  been  perceived  as  normal.  nor  did  he  want  to.  normal  was  boring.  normal  was  predictable.  normal  didn't  suit  him.  or  anything  he  took  part  in.  ⁾
            
            it's  beautiful  most  don't  have  the  guts  to  say  that.    or  if  they  do  they  are  liars.  ⁽  lips  press  together  and  jaw  slightly  tensed  under  her  touch.  not  in  a  way  that  suggested  discomfort.  but  rather  some sort  of  reaction  he  couldn't  control.  ⁾  that  isn't  the  first  time  ive  heard  that  one.  won't  be  the  last  either.  ⁽  while  being  met  with  warmth  from  his  skin  she  would  also  meet  a  racing  heart  despite  his  calm  exterior.  a  hand  came  up  to  close  around  her  wrist.  ensuring  her  hand  didn't  go  anywhere.  ⁾
            
            @malumuse 

[@rottnology ]
            
            [✶]    diana takes in his words, letting them sink in as she gazes him. she had known flame her entire life;  forged in it, tested by it, crowned by it and its chaos. 
            
            her hand remained at his cheek, though her touch shifted when she felt the subtle tremor he tried to swallow when her fingers combed through his hair, and something warm — almost tender — flickered behind her eyes.
            
            “i believe you're the first man to have ever told me that.” she agreed softly. her thumb traced the line of his jaw, thoughtful rather than indulgent. she studied him for a tender beat before speaking again. “you're a odd person, doug van housen,” she murmured, her hand slipping from his cheek then, but only to rest over his chest — feeling the rhythm beneath her palm and diana leaned in, not enough to close the distance entirely, but enough that her breath mingled with his. “i quite like that.”

it  always  has  a  place  with  me.  light,  heavy.  doesn't  matter  much.  ill  still  hold  onto  it.  you  won't  regret  anything.  i  promise.

[@fawneyes ]
            
            [✶]   “ if you can see me then come closer, watching from a distance is hardly fair, angel!”