they're probably dirty again by now
I am stuck without the things I'm ever working on, so I'm ressurecting a meme that for a few brilliant moments was the greatest ever.
I refer to (can there be any doubt) mostly gen shower ficlets!
Give me two characters, and I will write them having a shower together! I shall ask that they be characters I know fairly well*, and both from the ( Read more... )
I refer to (can there be any doubt) mostly gen shower ficlets!
Give me two characters, and I will write them having a shower together! I shall ask that they be characters I know fairly well*, and both from the ( Read more... )
Amanda moved to sit down beside Kara, who shifted over to make room. The stone was surprisingly warm against Amanda's legs, like leaning against a brick wall still holding the afternoon sun. "Are any of them reaching the surface?" Amanda asked.
Kara kept her eyes fixed to a point, but the corners of her lips curved in satisfaction. "Not one," she said. "So far, at least."
So that was it. The girl was keeping vigil until it was absolutely certain the threat was eradicated, every soul-eater cremated in the heat of atmospheric entry. Not the most efficient method to dispose of them - if they really were still a threat after Kara had torn them apart, which wasn't likely - but this way Amanda could appreciate her usefulness first hand.
Amanda's thoughts flashed to her second son. None of them'd had it easy in the months after her husband and eldest daughter had been murdered, but Martin had an even rougher time than her other children. While his twin had stepped smoothly into her older sister's role, helping Waller care for what remained of the family, Martin inherited no neat new purpose. He wasn't even the man of the house, now his father was gone. That was Amanda's eldest boy, Junior... but Junior was a half presence, recovering slowly from the bullets that had nearly left Amanda with an extra grave to visit. He had no strength left for brotherly guidance.
Martin was too often confused and angry, desperate for a place to belong and a people to belong to, and Cabrini-Green bred predators that could sniff out self-doubt like it was cheap cologne. Gangs, capes, government funded bullies, all number of people who didn't have the boy's best interest in mind. 'Course, none of them was going to keep an eye very long on one of Mama Waller's babies. Not if they wanted to keep it in their head.
But who did Kara have to chase away Amanda Waller? Not a self-righteous cousin who couldn't shake the instinct that stamping something official proved the rightness of it. A cousin Kara struggled to entirely respect, his upbringing tying him more closely to Earth's people than he would ever be to her own.
Amanda said, "I'm glad to find someone I can really count on."
"It's no trouble," said Kara.
"It would have been," Amanda said. She placed a hand lightly on Kara's arm; her skin was warmer than a human's, but the way she struggled to keep her face blank was native teenager. "If there's anything you need, just let me know," Amanda said, because nothing tied people together like being owed a favour.
For a moment the girl said nothing, pretending one of the needles of light was especially interesting. Then Kara nodded once, still not moving her gaze. "Okay," she said.
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Yes. I *like* Kara's sharpness
Me too. (The new creative team on her title is producing 200% better books, but I *miss* that a bit.)
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(I had a glimpse of it in, I think, ish 33, the one with the Anita cameo, but Anita in that issue kind of made me make faces and thus I was not as pleased as I might otherwise have been.)
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(I am going to have to reread this when my brain is less fried, though.)
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(And Bruce wars against crazy, desperate people by becoming the scariest crazy, desperate person, but Amanda's family was torn up by the System... Institutionalized power differences and lack of accountability and letting people in capes play by different rules.)
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