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In the interest of staving off imminent self-loathing, can I ask you guys to participate in a sort-of-meme for me briefly?
Namely, drop me some sort of writing prompt! A quote, a color, song lyrics, whatever.
It's going to be original stuff - if you want to see it just note in your comment and I'll reply with whatever I come up with. If you don't ( Read more... )
Namely, drop me some sort of writing prompt! A quote, a color, song lyrics, whatever.
It's going to be original stuff - if you want to see it just note in your comment and I'll reply with whatever I come up with. If you don't ( Read more... )
“You ever going to tell me what’s going on with Sterling and you?” Lady’s asking.
“He’s just obsessed,” Blake says. “I beat him. It made him angry.”
“You’re encouraging it,” Lady points out. “I can’t say that makes me happy.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m encouraging it.” There’s the noise of a punching bag being used. Blake’s training again.
“What would you call deliberately seeking him out in fights, then?”
“Keeping his attention on me and off the others.” Blake sighs. Nicole can picture him running his hand through his hair, frustrated. “Which I guess is encouraging it a little bit. But at least he’s not going after Aysu or Nicole.”
“Who have far more offensive powers than you and could probably handle his attentions just as well,” Lady points out.
“He’s pretty fixated on me. I’m keeping him out of the fight.”
“What did he say when he shot you?”
“Nothing important,” Blake says.
“Blake.” Lady’s voice is irritated and sharp, like a record scratching over a spot worn thin through overuse. “You don’t lie to me.”
“It’s unimportant to the mission, then,” Blake says.
“Yet you found it disturbing enough that you immediately pushed past the limits of your power to get him away from you.” Her voice has settled again, into her normal dry calm.
“He shot me.” Blake’s defensive. “Of course I wanted him away from me.”
“You’ve been shot before,” Lady says. “You’ve never reacted like that.”
“Is this an official thing?” The bench scrapes as he sits down. He sounds weary.
“It’s a grandmother thing,” Lady says.
Nicole leaves. Eavesdropping is beneath her. If Blake wants her to know, he’ll tell her.
Four days later Blake goes missing on that stupid fucking patrol he insists on keeping up, a pool of blood on a roof the only clue they can find at first. Sterling vanishes from the League headquarters at the same time. Nicole can feel what happened like a hand around her throat, choking her. Sterling has Blake. Sterling, obsessed paranoid violent psychotic Sterling, has Blake. Blake, and power suppressing drugs, and a grudge they don’t even understand.
There’s nobody to punch, so Nicole settles for leaving the indentation of her fist in the concrete wall and breaking a punching bag. She should have made Blake talk. She should have known that every bruise Sterling left on Blake was just a prelude to whatever this is. She should have broken every bone in Sterling’s body and set him on fire.
She sets to work, unable to block out the memory of Sterling whispering something to Blake like there wasn’t a fight going on all around them, gun digging into Blake’s skin. The memory of thumb marks purple on Blake’s throat.
Sterling’s sick and twisted and she’s going to make sure he burns for this.
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BASICALLY THE SEASON 1 FINALE that is where it leads.
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