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buggeryCan I say no to Te? Not so far.
She was the one who broke the kiss, finally, cheeks flushed and only breathing a little hard. He was panting like... well, like a normal, mortal man who'd just been making out with a woman possessed of supernatural strength.
Getting a good grip on his beard, she turned his head to the side, nipped behind his ear, and whispered, "If you call me Diana, you will be very, very sorry," before pulling at the laces of his tunic and taking her turn to initiate their second kiss.
Donna Troy / Oliver Queen
"Don't think I won't shoot you."
"Oh, I don't doubt you would." She takes a step forward, and another. "Not that it would do you any good, from this distance; I'd knock the arrow right out of the air." She keeps coming closer. "Or catch it and send it back at you, if you piss me off."
He doesn't let up the tension on the string. He can hold it for minutes at a time, if necessary. "You'd have to be much closer for that thing to be any threat to me," she purrs. He keeps the arrow aimed at her throat as she approaches.
"And if I get too close..." She shifts forward suddenly, blurringly, almost superhumanly fast, and the next thing he knows she has one hand on the bow and the other at his throat, thumb to a pressure point, touching but not pressing... yet.
She turns her head, eyes never leaving his, and licks the point of the arrow. "Put it down, and let's play."
Lady Shiva / Oliver Queen
Edited to add title:
No Form But Mine
He knows who she is, without the ring needing to tell him. He's never seen her before, or even anything really like her appearance, on earth or any of the dozens of other worlds he's seen, but... he recognises her just the same.
The resemblance to Donna is slight, and more real in his mind than his eyes.
"I... is it... me?"
She just looks at him, her eyes full of... love. Not sadness, not pity.
"Do I have to... I mean, most of us who wear these--" he lifts the hand he wears the ring on, lets it fall back to his side "--well. We don't seem to just, end."
He can't help but think of Hal.
"It's all right, Kyle," she says, taking his hand. His other hand. "Everything will be as it needs to be."
Her eyes are huge and dark. He lets himself fall into them.
Title taken from Elizabeth Stoddard's poem "Last Days."
Kyle Rayner / Death
The day's humidity has turned into a light rain with the temperature drop after sunset. He can't remember the last time he's been in a cemetery when it wasn't dark and raining.
Her headstone is well-tended, which is completely unsurprising. There are fresh flowers aplenty besides the ones he brought -- little silvery-white star-shaped ones, from Kory's garden. He's sure she would've liked them, and liked more that the tension between them has eased enough that Kory could give the flowers to him, for this.
"Donna..." he says, and then stops. He's never felt right talking to people after they were buried.
There's so much he wants to tell her. To have been able to tell her.
How much he misses her. How much he loved her. How much he regrets missing every opportunity to try being more than old-and-dear-friends with her.
The reasons why it never happened seem so stupid, in retrospect. He didn't want to follow the trend Wally and Roy had established, or wash out the way they had if he did give it a try. He hadn't given up on Kory. And then he was committed to Barbara.
He kneels down and puts his hand on her headstone. It's cold and smooth, slick with the rain.
There's a damp footfall behind him, then a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, querida. There's nothing for you here anymore."
He doesn't want to leave just yet, but he doesn't have the will to fight anymore.
Dick Grayson / Donna Troy
First round
Te's three to my four
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She was the one who broke the kiss, finally, cheeks flushed and only breathing a little hard. He was panting like... well, like a normal, mortal man who'd just been making out with a woman possessed of supernatural strength.
Getting a good grip on his beard, she turned his head to the side, nipped behind his ear, and whispered, "If you call me Diana, you will be very, very sorry," before pulling at the laces of his tunic and taking her turn to initiate their second kiss.
Donna Troy / Oliver Queen
"Don't think I won't shoot you."
"Oh, I don't doubt you would." She takes a step forward, and another. "Not that it would do you any good, from this distance; I'd knock the arrow right out of the air." She keeps coming closer. "Or catch it and send it back at you, if you piss me off."
He doesn't let up the tension on the string. He can hold it for minutes at a time, if necessary. "You'd have to be much closer for that thing to be any threat to me," she purrs. He keeps the arrow aimed at her throat as she approaches.
"And if I get too close..." She shifts forward suddenly, blurringly, almost superhumanly fast, and the next thing he knows she has one hand on the bow and the other at his throat, thumb to a pressure point, touching but not pressing... yet.
She turns her head, eyes never leaving his, and licks the point of the arrow. "Put it down, and let's play."
Lady Shiva / Oliver Queen
Edited to add title:
No Form But Mine
He knows who she is, without the ring needing to tell him. He's never seen her before, or even anything really like her appearance, on earth or any of the dozens of other worlds he's seen, but... he recognises her just the same.
The resemblance to Donna is slight, and more real in his mind than his eyes.
"I... is it... me?"
She just looks at him, her eyes full of... love. Not sadness, not pity.
"Do I have to... I mean, most of us who wear these--" he lifts the hand he wears the ring on, lets it fall back to his side "--well. We don't seem to just, end."
He can't help but think of Hal.
"It's all right, Kyle," she says, taking his hand. His other hand. "Everything will be as it needs to be."
Her eyes are huge and dark. He lets himself fall into them.
Title taken from Elizabeth Stoddard's poem "Last Days."
Kyle Rayner / Death
The day's humidity has turned into a light rain with the temperature drop after sunset. He can't remember the last time he's been in a cemetery when it wasn't dark and raining.
Her headstone is well-tended, which is completely unsurprising. There are fresh flowers aplenty besides the ones he brought -- little silvery-white star-shaped ones, from Kory's garden. He's sure she would've liked them, and liked more that the tension between them has eased enough that Kory could give the flowers to him, for this.
"Donna..." he says, and then stops. He's never felt right talking to people after they were buried.
There's so much he wants to tell her. To have been able to tell her.
How much he misses her. How much he loved her. How much he regrets missing every opportunity to try being more than old-and-dear-friends with her.
The reasons why it never happened seem so stupid, in retrospect. He didn't want to follow the trend Wally and Roy had established, or wash out the way they had if he did give it a try. He hadn't given up on Kory. And then he was committed to Barbara.
He kneels down and puts his hand on her headstone. It's cold and smooth, slick with the rain.
There's a damp footfall behind him, then a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, querida. There's nothing for you here anymore."
He doesn't want to leave just yet, but he doesn't have the will to fight anymore.
Dick Grayson / Donna Troy
First round
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Date: 2004-05-15 01:47 am (UTC)Not that the others aren't great, just ... *twitch* I don't even read Green Lantern and I'm still terrified for the poor boy.
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Date: 2004-05-15 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-05-15 02:36 am (UTC)On a lighter note, you can probably pair Ollie with pretty much everyone, right?
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Date: 2004-05-15 07:44 am (UTC)(You know what Donna called Roy? 'My little Artemis' Heh. Heh. Hehhh)
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Date: 2004-05-15 08:13 am (UTC)I just. Gahhhh. That woman is creepy as fuck. She's either a psychopath or a sociopath, and I don't know enough about her/her past to say which, but honestly I don't *care* which. I don't want her near my Dick! Well, our Dick. But you know what I mean.
It's, like, a new drink or something. InstaCreep--just add Catalina.
So, yeah, I liked it even though I'm yarking over Tarantula, or possibly because I am yarking over her. Because that's pretty much the dynamic I'm foreseeing, too.
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Date: 2004-05-15 12:26 pm (UTC)...leading to a need to explain slut!Ollie canon to people, but *you* seem to have known what you were getting into, even if
But still. Ollie, yay!
I liked the Kyle/Death a lot, too. Poor man. Such a legacy to live up to...:) And death should totally look a bit like Donna.
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