PROMPT POST #1
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Saying that he stuck out like a sore thumb was putting it lightly, what with half of his new teammates looking like they’d stepped off a horror set. They let him know it too, staring with hostility, amusement, or outright sadism. Hal might not be afraid of them, but he was having second thought about joining this particular corps. Maybe Ganthet was still hiring?
“This may be the longest I have ever seen you behave,” his companion remarked, tone lighter than he’d heard it in years, “The recalcitrant Earthman regretting joining me?”
“Just because I left the Corps, doesn’t mean I joined up with you,” he retorted. He immediately felt stupid, because just whose color was he currently wearing?
Sinestro, of course, was quick to point it out. “And yet you accepted my ring.” There, in front of everyone, he let his hand drop to trace the design of the Qwardian ring now encircling Hal’s finger. Finally making eye contact for the first time since giving it to him, there was a burning in Sinestro’s eyes not unlike that which appeared when they fought.
Suddenly Hal was sure this was a bad idea, the Guardians’ abuse of power notwithstanding. Eyes darting, he saw that if there had been gawking before, they were now the center of attention.
“Sinestro,” he hissed, moving his hand away a mite too quickly. The other man chuckled and, returning his arm to its previously folded position, drifted the rest of the way to his quarters. Hal, lacking anywhere to go that wouldn’t end with him fighting other members of the Sinestro Corps, followed. He wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t fight with Sinestro either, but at least that was familiar territory, and would happen in private.
Once both parties were inside, Sinestro sealed the entrance. Then, illuminating the spartan chamber with a dim light, examined Hal closely.
“It’s not a trick,” Hal groaned for what seemed the millionth time, “The Guardians are making changes to the Book of Oa at the drop of a hat. They’re becoming worse dictators than you ever were, I couldn’t stay with them anymore!”
“No room to spread your wings, hm?” Sinestro closed the distance between them and leaned in, saying inches from his face, “And you came to me to avoid the tightening law? Interesting choice, as it was my efforts towards order that made you turn against me in the past.”
Refusing to back down, Hal replied hotly, “And I still don’t agree with your methods. If you ever set me against innocents-“
“I won’t.” Having gained the human’s attention, Sinestro went on, “I am satisfied with simply having the only remaining being I call friend at my side. If you wish you may focus your attention on the duties you always have. I won’t even ask that you fight against our old corps.”
Before he could move away, Hal grabbed his shoulder. “Why are you being so-“ He cut off the demand, frustrated.
That raised an eyebrow. “’So’…?”
“Considerate!” he exploded. It wasn’t the right word, but he couldn’t think of anything that fit better. “I know you! Isn’t this the part where you bask in the power you have over me? What do you get out of this?”
“I do not think you understand how deeply I meant that I want you sided with me.” A hand was slid upwards along Hal’s jawline, the fingers resting against his neck and tilting his chin up with the arch of the palm. “I would do nothing to compromise this.”
Hal snorted and turned away, intent on mulling over the seat-of-the-pants decisions he’d made that day. Why hadn’t he just gone back to his normal life on Earth? How was it the Sinestro Corps had been his first thought? As always he ignored the voice in the back of his mind whispering what he’d realized long ago.
“I see you’re skeptical,” Sinestro noted. Halting Hal’s retreat by wrapping his arms around his torso, he leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Allow me to correct that.”
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