from ashes
Titans - Villains for Hire # 27 spoiler
(In wich I am pathetic and embarass myself over unrestrained love for fictional characters. )
I have seen something. No really, I'm having a huge perceptive epiphany of something not completely screwed up folded beneath a panel and another. I can't really rationalized it better now but DAMN, I know I have seen something. Maybe it was how and when Lian and Dick and Donna were mentioned, maybe the panel with the children but I have seen a tiny ray of hope, somwhere along the pages and bad, stereotypicall dialogue. That maybe not everthing is lost forever.
(I can even get behind sex with Cheshire even if it was uncalled for... )
Bottom line is I am a pile of emotional crap right now but aw, I still care about Roy more than I probably should, no matter what. The glimpses of him resurfacing here and there are kind of making me hope he'll get out of this hole he was pushed into somehow, as a better man.
Parts of this still repell me, but I don't know, I've seen something. Like when you see something sparkling in a muddy pond. I'm willing to stay close to the pond now, hoping it would show up again, no matter how much the pond stinks.
me: (sono sull'orlo della lacrima ma farò macho-finta di niente)
*goes back to enjoy her sick day*
(In wich I am pathetic and embarass myself over unrestrained love for fictional characters. )
I have seen something. No really, I'm having a huge perceptive epiphany of something not completely screwed up folded beneath a panel and another. I can't really rationalized it better now but DAMN, I know I have seen something. Maybe it was how and when Lian and Dick and Donna were mentioned, maybe the panel with the children but I have seen a tiny ray of hope, somwhere along the pages and bad, stereotypicall dialogue. That maybe not everthing is lost forever.
(I can even get behind sex with Cheshire even if it was uncalled for... )
Bottom line is I am a pile of emotional crap right now but aw, I still care about Roy more than I probably should, no matter what. The glimpses of him resurfacing here and there are kind of making me hope he'll get out of this hole he was pushed into somehow, as a better man.
Parts of this still repell me, but I don't know, I've seen something. Like when you see something sparkling in a muddy pond. I'm willing to stay close to the pond now, hoping it would show up again, no matter how much the pond stinks.
me: (sono sull'orlo della lacrima ma farò macho-finta di niente)
*goes back to enjoy her sick day*