31_days; Lightning/Beast Boy AU; Icarus Improved
Title: Icarus improved.
Characters/Pairings: Beast Boy/Lightning.
Summary: “What is it like, living life as a mortal?”
Notes: This wasn't edited by a beta, so um. Prepare for awful grammar mistakes and repetitive sentences/little things, oh and I never wrote for Beast Boy before so look out for weak characterization. D: Also, I blame cheriestar for this, although this is extremely AU from what we were talking/working on. And I adapted a lot of Greek mythology into this.
“What is it like, living life as a mortal?”
Beast Boy shrugged, leaning back against the pillows on his bed. “Dunno. It’s just … living. You work, play, eat, sleep…you date some cool babes from the other side of the town…” he named off the list, his face falling into a playful grin as he reminisced on the old days, of girls with blonde hair and blue eyes who always defeated him in street games.
Lightning watched Beast Boy’s face as he explained a mortal life. He glowered as he spoke about the common women. He tugged on the cuffs on Beast Boy’s hands, bringing his attention back onto the supernatural being sitting in front of him. “Your mind wanders often,” he said.
“Hey, can you blame me? I’m stuck in this room all day! With cuffs on my wrists! And you never let me leave the castle - unless you’re in the mood to entertain the other gods. Which isn’t that bad, don’t get me wrong, but nothing else happens. Your mind would wander, too, if you were me,” Beast Boy pointed out. “Actually…what do you do all day, in this castle? All I ever see you do is sit around, throw bolts at people’s heads and make it rain whenever you feel like it. Don’t you get bored?”
“No, I never get …” Lightning paused in his sentence. No, he couldn’t argue with Beast Boy. He was bored. He was always bored. He thought about it for a moment, then looked at Beast Boy in the eye and said, “Take me.”
Beast Boy blinked, shocked and flushed in the face. “Take you…?”
“To the outside world. I wish to experience a mortal life,” Lightning explained. “I want to see it. All of it.”
Beast Boy let out a sigh of relief. “Oh,” he said. “You meant, take you outside.”
“What did you think I meant?” Lightning asked, annoyed and confused.
“Uh, nothing. Forget I said anything,” Beast Boy quickly said, avoiding the subject. “Well…okay, but dude, are you sure about this? You’re going to stick out like a sore thumb. You’re an odd looking guy, like me, so - ”
“You do not need to lecture me. I am already aware of that,” Lightning assured him.
“O-kay,” Beast Boy sighed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”
--
And so, that very afternoon, they set off towards a tiny village.
Thankfully it wasn’t the same village where Beast Boy was ultimately captured, but Beast Boy still felt weary as he walked along the long path towards the village, despite the fact that a god was walking with him. Actually, he felt nervous because a god was with him in the first place. It didn’t help that both of them were clearly different from other mortals - and Lightning insisted on dressing in heavy clothes and dark hoods. “Oh, yeah. We won’t stick out now,” Beast Boy joked, until Lightning cast him a dark look that shut Beast Boy right up.
Although, Beast Boy was grateful that Lightning removed the cuffs from his wrists. It felt great to shape shift once again, just for the hell of it. He knew very well that he could escape right here and now, for there was a forest with plenty of hiding places, but he didn’t want to. Not only would Lightning furiously search for him (and probably burn down an entire forest in the process), but he didn’t have a reason to leave. It was true he didn’t enjoy serving as Lightning’s pet, but he saw no reason to return to his tribe or any other village, not right now anyway.
Plus, he was amused with Lightning’s curiosity about Beast Boy’s world, as though he were a child instead of a god as old as he was.
“What is that?” Lightning asked along the way, pausing by the flowers.
“…That’s a flower, Lightning. Saki’s placed a bunch of those all over your room, remember?”
“I know that. I am not so stupid,” Lightning grumbled.
“I didn’t call you stupid -”
“I meant this.”
Beast Boy walked over to see what Lightning was pointing at. Beast Boy dropped to his knees, looking at the strange thing hanging off of the plant. He grinned. “Oh. It’s a cocoon. Caterpillars stay in those for awhile until they’re - look, it’s moving! You gotta get down here and check this out,” Beast Boy said, grabbing onto Lightning’s shirt and pulling him down. He didn’t think twice whether or not Lightning would feel offense at being grabbed by a mortal so carelessly, but he didn’t need to worry. Lightning was immediately captivated by the cocoon as it broke open and a bug popped through an opening.
“What is it?” Lightning asked.
“It’s called a butterfly,” Beast Boy said. “Huh. Guess it was its shell, not a cocoon.”
“A butterfly…?”
“Yeah! They’re so cool,” he told Lightning with a grin. “Their wings come in different colors. This one is what we call a monarch; those are black and orange. Others have different colors, like red, blue, white … even yellow and green.”
“Their wings seem so…weak,” Lightning said with a frown. “How can he fly with those? He cannot even lift them!”
Beast Boy rolled his eyes. “Weak schmeak. The thing just broke through the shell. Give him a break! Watch, he’s going to open his wings any minute now.”
And just as Beast Boy promised, the bug crawled further onto the plant and opened its wings for the first time. Lightning’s eyes widened as he looked at the intricate design of the butterfly’s wings. Orange and black, just as Beast Boy mentioned, but he didn’t know there would be white dots along the edges. He wanted to touch them. He reached a hand out to poke its wings, until Beast Boy grabbed his wrist and pulled it back. “Don’t,” he warned him. “It’s strong for a little bug, but it’s not a good idea to just grab one. Let them come to you.”
Lightning didn’t snatch his hand away. Beast Boy noticed this and, feeling mortified, let go of the god’s wrist and sat back as Lightning stared at the bug, waiting for something to happen. The butterfly finally lifted into the air, flapping its new wings, and Lightning watched with such a look of fascination that Beast Boy nearly laughed at him. Then the butterfly landed on Lightning’s shoulder. “It landed on me,” he whispered. “What do I do?”
“Nothing. Let it sit. Chill out. Can’t bite ya,” Beast Boy chuckled, then he laughed even harder when the butterfly crawled further onto Lightning’s neck. “I think he likes you.”
“This feels strange. It makes my skin crawl,” Lightning said, not sure whether he liked it or not. Then the butterfly leapt off of him and flew away, further away from the both of them. The two of them sat there on the grass, watching the bug flying off into the distance, until Lightning interrupted the silence. “I think I saw a butterfly once before.”
“Really? And you just forgot about it?” Beast Boy asked. “It’s…I won’t say it’s weird, but everybody remembers a butterfly when they see one, so…”
“I said I thought I saw a butterfly.”
“Oh.” Beast Boy felt uncomfortable as Lightning’s face fell a bit, clearly in deep thought. He wasn’t used to a melancholic Lightning. He was used to a short-tempered Lightning, a gleeful Lightning, a masochistic Lightning, but never a sad one. “Are you…okay?” he hesitantly asked.
“He killed it.”
“Who?”
“The one before me,” he clarified. “My father. Cronus. He was cruel. Cruel and stupid. When I saw my first butterfly, he killed it. He killed it in front of me, just to see how I would react.” He paused for a moment. “Then he scolded me when I cried. ‘Gods do not shed tears’, he told me.”
“Whoa. He sounded like an asshole,” Beast Boy said. Lightning neither agreed or disagreed with Beast Boy’s opinion.
“Do you know how I replaced him?” he asked, with an unexpressive look on his face. “Surely you have heard of the tale.” Of course Beast Boy knew the story, inside and out. Every mortal did. Beast Boy wanted to ask Lightning about it before, but he knew better than to say anything.
“It was prophesied that one of his sons would overthrow him,” Beast Boy answered. “Like…some witch told him or something? Or muses, whatever those are?” Lightning shrugged. He had no idea where the prophecy came from, either.
“We had no such intentions, but he was mad with power. He wanted to keep his throne so badly that he would kill us over it.” Lightning laughed, darkly. “He disregarded me as a weakling and sought to murder my brother,” he said. “He thought my brother would overthrow him.”
“So you attacked him. To protect Thunder,” Beast Boy finished, feeling a sense of admiration for Lightning swell in his chest.
“No,” Lightning said, which shocked Beast Boy. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more, that answer or the empty smirk on Lightning’s face. “Cronus thought I was too weak to overthrow him. I was always weak in his eyes. All those times he belittled me, ignored me, and humiliated me, never once did he fear me as he feared my brother.
“He thought I was not a threat. I hated him for that. I wanted to prove him wrong. So I followed him into Thunder’s room, waited for him to make the right move…and then I took a bolt and shot him through the back.” He paused, before looking Beast Boy in the eye. “I witnessed the death of a god. Such a sight would rob a mortal of his sanity.”
Beast Boy remained silent, even when Lightning got to his feet and insisted that they kept going. They ventured down the path once again, Beast Boy walking behind as Lightning moved further ahead. Beast Boy paused in his steps, looking at the back of the god’s head, before speaking up.
“You’re not him.” Lightning paused in his steps, too, but he said nothing. “You’re not your old man. You…you’re selfish. You’re kinda stupid, too. But you mean well. You do. I didn’t think so at first, but…things change, y’know? You changed. I think.”
“You think?” Lightning inquired. Then he laughed lightly. “I think so, too.”
--
When they finally reached the gateway into the village, Beast Boy let out a sigh of relief. “Here we are! Can’t wait to rest my feet and get me some grub,” he said joyfully. “Come on, Lightning, last one in has to pay for dinner!”
When he turned around, he realized that Lightning was farther away than he anticipated. Actually, Lightning had turned around and began to walk away. Beast Boy chased after Lightning. “Hey!” he called out, grabbing Lightning by the shoulder and pulling him back. “What gives?! We walked all the way over here and now you change your mind? What’s the matter? You’re not scaaaaared, are you?” he teased, grinning.
“I am not scared,” Lightning said, feigning aggravation, but Beast Boy could tell there was something more to this. “This is where we say good-bye.”
“W…What?”
“You are right. I am nothing like the god before me,” Lightning recalled. “That is why I am freeing you. You may do as you wish. Work. Play. Eat. Sleep. Talk to girls. You can do all of that now. Good-bye, Beast Boy.”
“But…!” Beast Boy grabbed onto the back of Lightning’s shirt, pulling him back as he attempted to walk away, “But I don’t want to do all of that here!”
“Let go of me,” Lightning demanded, weakly.
“No! Not until you take that back.”
“I do not understand you,” Lightning spat at him. “You try to escape from me. You insult me in front of the other mortals. You attack me. All of this, because you wished to return to the mortal world. Here I am, giving you exactly what you wanted, and you are begging to return? Why?”
“Because…” Beast Boy’s words fell flat, and he dropped his head, his grip on Lightning’s shirt falling weaker by the second.
Lightning scoffed a bit. “See? I know you well, green one. You want freedom,” he said. “I kept you prisoner and I expected you to perform every deed I could think of. I do not blame you for wishing to leave.”
Beast Boy heard a hint of sadness in his voice. Wishing to leave me, was what Lightning probably wanted to say. Gods couldn’t be any more different from any other mortal, could they? They had flaws. They made mistakes. They felt loneliness, and regret, and sadness, and sometimes love. Beast Boy knew this. Lightning had flaws - horrible flaws, he made plenty of mistakes, and he felt all of those things, with such a passion that a mortal couldn’t match, not even Beast Boy himself. It was incredible. He was incredible.
“Do you know why I don’t wanna leave?”
Lightning had no time to amuse Beast Boy with an answer, because Beast Boy grabbed onto the collar of Lightning’s shirt, drew him forwards, and nearly smashed the god’s mouth against his own for a kiss. Lightning drew in a sharp intake of breath as Beast Boy pushed his tongue aggressively past the other’s lips, taking in everything about him. The scent, the taste, the feel, everything about Lightning, he attempted to memorize, although his time was cut short when Lightning pushed Beast Boy away.
The lightning god was noticeably panting heavier than the mortal. The lightning god also smelled like ashes and his mouth sort-of tasted like curry.
“I belong to you now,” Beast Boy said, regaining his composure. “Remember?”
Once Lightning was able to breath normally, Beast Boy expected the god to turn right around and abandon him, or zap him. Instead, he stepped forward and said, “Take me, then.”
Beast Boy smiled, reluctantly grabbing Lightning’s hand before tugging him along towards the village. Lightning stared at their hands as though this display of affection was foreign to him. It probably was. “Finally. Jeez. I didn’t come all the way over here to find out you didn’t want to go in,” he said. “Or abandon me in the middle of nowhere. Either way, major suckage.”
The god squeezed the mortal’s hand. “No,’ he said quietly, leaning closer to one of Beast Boy’s pointy ear. “I meant, take me.”
Beast Boy paused in his steps, flushing red and rendered speechless. Lightning smirked, before letting go of his hand and walking ahead into the village, leaving his clueless pet to that thought.
Characters/Pairings: Beast Boy/Lightning.
Summary: “What is it like, living life as a mortal?”
Notes: This wasn't edited by a beta, so um. Prepare for awful grammar mistakes and repetitive sentences/little things, oh and I never wrote for Beast Boy before so look out for weak characterization. D: Also, I blame cheriestar for this, although this is extremely AU from what we were talking/working on. And I adapted a lot of Greek mythology into this.
“What is it like, living life as a mortal?”
Beast Boy shrugged, leaning back against the pillows on his bed. “Dunno. It’s just … living. You work, play, eat, sleep…you date some cool babes from the other side of the town…” he named off the list, his face falling into a playful grin as he reminisced on the old days, of girls with blonde hair and blue eyes who always defeated him in street games.
Lightning watched Beast Boy’s face as he explained a mortal life. He glowered as he spoke about the common women. He tugged on the cuffs on Beast Boy’s hands, bringing his attention back onto the supernatural being sitting in front of him. “Your mind wanders often,” he said.
“Hey, can you blame me? I’m stuck in this room all day! With cuffs on my wrists! And you never let me leave the castle - unless you’re in the mood to entertain the other gods. Which isn’t that bad, don’t get me wrong, but nothing else happens. Your mind would wander, too, if you were me,” Beast Boy pointed out. “Actually…what do you do all day, in this castle? All I ever see you do is sit around, throw bolts at people’s heads and make it rain whenever you feel like it. Don’t you get bored?”
“No, I never get …” Lightning paused in his sentence. No, he couldn’t argue with Beast Boy. He was bored. He was always bored. He thought about it for a moment, then looked at Beast Boy in the eye and said, “Take me.”
Beast Boy blinked, shocked and flushed in the face. “Take you…?”
“To the outside world. I wish to experience a mortal life,” Lightning explained. “I want to see it. All of it.”
Beast Boy let out a sigh of relief. “Oh,” he said. “You meant, take you outside.”
“What did you think I meant?” Lightning asked, annoyed and confused.
“Uh, nothing. Forget I said anything,” Beast Boy quickly said, avoiding the subject. “Well…okay, but dude, are you sure about this? You’re going to stick out like a sore thumb. You’re an odd looking guy, like me, so - ”
“You do not need to lecture me. I am already aware of that,” Lightning assured him.
“O-kay,” Beast Boy sighed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”
--
And so, that very afternoon, they set off towards a tiny village.
Thankfully it wasn’t the same village where Beast Boy was ultimately captured, but Beast Boy still felt weary as he walked along the long path towards the village, despite the fact that a god was walking with him. Actually, he felt nervous because a god was with him in the first place. It didn’t help that both of them were clearly different from other mortals - and Lightning insisted on dressing in heavy clothes and dark hoods. “Oh, yeah. We won’t stick out now,” Beast Boy joked, until Lightning cast him a dark look that shut Beast Boy right up.
Although, Beast Boy was grateful that Lightning removed the cuffs from his wrists. It felt great to shape shift once again, just for the hell of it. He knew very well that he could escape right here and now, for there was a forest with plenty of hiding places, but he didn’t want to. Not only would Lightning furiously search for him (and probably burn down an entire forest in the process), but he didn’t have a reason to leave. It was true he didn’t enjoy serving as Lightning’s pet, but he saw no reason to return to his tribe or any other village, not right now anyway.
Plus, he was amused with Lightning’s curiosity about Beast Boy’s world, as though he were a child instead of a god as old as he was.
“What is that?” Lightning asked along the way, pausing by the flowers.
“…That’s a flower, Lightning. Saki’s placed a bunch of those all over your room, remember?”
“I know that. I am not so stupid,” Lightning grumbled.
“I didn’t call you stupid -”
“I meant this.”
Beast Boy walked over to see what Lightning was pointing at. Beast Boy dropped to his knees, looking at the strange thing hanging off of the plant. He grinned. “Oh. It’s a cocoon. Caterpillars stay in those for awhile until they’re - look, it’s moving! You gotta get down here and check this out,” Beast Boy said, grabbing onto Lightning’s shirt and pulling him down. He didn’t think twice whether or not Lightning would feel offense at being grabbed by a mortal so carelessly, but he didn’t need to worry. Lightning was immediately captivated by the cocoon as it broke open and a bug popped through an opening.
“What is it?” Lightning asked.
“It’s called a butterfly,” Beast Boy said. “Huh. Guess it was its shell, not a cocoon.”
“A butterfly…?”
“Yeah! They’re so cool,” he told Lightning with a grin. “Their wings come in different colors. This one is what we call a monarch; those are black and orange. Others have different colors, like red, blue, white … even yellow and green.”
“Their wings seem so…weak,” Lightning said with a frown. “How can he fly with those? He cannot even lift them!”
Beast Boy rolled his eyes. “Weak schmeak. The thing just broke through the shell. Give him a break! Watch, he’s going to open his wings any minute now.”
And just as Beast Boy promised, the bug crawled further onto the plant and opened its wings for the first time. Lightning’s eyes widened as he looked at the intricate design of the butterfly’s wings. Orange and black, just as Beast Boy mentioned, but he didn’t know there would be white dots along the edges. He wanted to touch them. He reached a hand out to poke its wings, until Beast Boy grabbed his wrist and pulled it back. “Don’t,” he warned him. “It’s strong for a little bug, but it’s not a good idea to just grab one. Let them come to you.”
Lightning didn’t snatch his hand away. Beast Boy noticed this and, feeling mortified, let go of the god’s wrist and sat back as Lightning stared at the bug, waiting for something to happen. The butterfly finally lifted into the air, flapping its new wings, and Lightning watched with such a look of fascination that Beast Boy nearly laughed at him. Then the butterfly landed on Lightning’s shoulder. “It landed on me,” he whispered. “What do I do?”
“Nothing. Let it sit. Chill out. Can’t bite ya,” Beast Boy chuckled, then he laughed even harder when the butterfly crawled further onto Lightning’s neck. “I think he likes you.”
“This feels strange. It makes my skin crawl,” Lightning said, not sure whether he liked it or not. Then the butterfly leapt off of him and flew away, further away from the both of them. The two of them sat there on the grass, watching the bug flying off into the distance, until Lightning interrupted the silence. “I think I saw a butterfly once before.”
“Really? And you just forgot about it?” Beast Boy asked. “It’s…I won’t say it’s weird, but everybody remembers a butterfly when they see one, so…”
“I said I thought I saw a butterfly.”
“Oh.” Beast Boy felt uncomfortable as Lightning’s face fell a bit, clearly in deep thought. He wasn’t used to a melancholic Lightning. He was used to a short-tempered Lightning, a gleeful Lightning, a masochistic Lightning, but never a sad one. “Are you…okay?” he hesitantly asked.
“He killed it.”
“Who?”
“The one before me,” he clarified. “My father. Cronus. He was cruel. Cruel and stupid. When I saw my first butterfly, he killed it. He killed it in front of me, just to see how I would react.” He paused for a moment. “Then he scolded me when I cried. ‘Gods do not shed tears’, he told me.”
“Whoa. He sounded like an asshole,” Beast Boy said. Lightning neither agreed or disagreed with Beast Boy’s opinion.
“Do you know how I replaced him?” he asked, with an unexpressive look on his face. “Surely you have heard of the tale.” Of course Beast Boy knew the story, inside and out. Every mortal did. Beast Boy wanted to ask Lightning about it before, but he knew better than to say anything.
“It was prophesied that one of his sons would overthrow him,” Beast Boy answered. “Like…some witch told him or something? Or muses, whatever those are?” Lightning shrugged. He had no idea where the prophecy came from, either.
“We had no such intentions, but he was mad with power. He wanted to keep his throne so badly that he would kill us over it.” Lightning laughed, darkly. “He disregarded me as a weakling and sought to murder my brother,” he said. “He thought my brother would overthrow him.”
“So you attacked him. To protect Thunder,” Beast Boy finished, feeling a sense of admiration for Lightning swell in his chest.
“No,” Lightning said, which shocked Beast Boy. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more, that answer or the empty smirk on Lightning’s face. “Cronus thought I was too weak to overthrow him. I was always weak in his eyes. All those times he belittled me, ignored me, and humiliated me, never once did he fear me as he feared my brother.
“He thought I was not a threat. I hated him for that. I wanted to prove him wrong. So I followed him into Thunder’s room, waited for him to make the right move…and then I took a bolt and shot him through the back.” He paused, before looking Beast Boy in the eye. “I witnessed the death of a god. Such a sight would rob a mortal of his sanity.”
Beast Boy remained silent, even when Lightning got to his feet and insisted that they kept going. They ventured down the path once again, Beast Boy walking behind as Lightning moved further ahead. Beast Boy paused in his steps, looking at the back of the god’s head, before speaking up.
“You’re not him.” Lightning paused in his steps, too, but he said nothing. “You’re not your old man. You…you’re selfish. You’re kinda stupid, too. But you mean well. You do. I didn’t think so at first, but…things change, y’know? You changed. I think.”
“You think?” Lightning inquired. Then he laughed lightly. “I think so, too.”
--
When they finally reached the gateway into the village, Beast Boy let out a sigh of relief. “Here we are! Can’t wait to rest my feet and get me some grub,” he said joyfully. “Come on, Lightning, last one in has to pay for dinner!”
When he turned around, he realized that Lightning was farther away than he anticipated. Actually, Lightning had turned around and began to walk away. Beast Boy chased after Lightning. “Hey!” he called out, grabbing Lightning by the shoulder and pulling him back. “What gives?! We walked all the way over here and now you change your mind? What’s the matter? You’re not scaaaaared, are you?” he teased, grinning.
“I am not scared,” Lightning said, feigning aggravation, but Beast Boy could tell there was something more to this. “This is where we say good-bye.”
“W…What?”
“You are right. I am nothing like the god before me,” Lightning recalled. “That is why I am freeing you. You may do as you wish. Work. Play. Eat. Sleep. Talk to girls. You can do all of that now. Good-bye, Beast Boy.”
“But…!” Beast Boy grabbed onto the back of Lightning’s shirt, pulling him back as he attempted to walk away, “But I don’t want to do all of that here!”
“Let go of me,” Lightning demanded, weakly.
“No! Not until you take that back.”
“I do not understand you,” Lightning spat at him. “You try to escape from me. You insult me in front of the other mortals. You attack me. All of this, because you wished to return to the mortal world. Here I am, giving you exactly what you wanted, and you are begging to return? Why?”
“Because…” Beast Boy’s words fell flat, and he dropped his head, his grip on Lightning’s shirt falling weaker by the second.
Lightning scoffed a bit. “See? I know you well, green one. You want freedom,” he said. “I kept you prisoner and I expected you to perform every deed I could think of. I do not blame you for wishing to leave.”
Beast Boy heard a hint of sadness in his voice. Wishing to leave me, was what Lightning probably wanted to say. Gods couldn’t be any more different from any other mortal, could they? They had flaws. They made mistakes. They felt loneliness, and regret, and sadness, and sometimes love. Beast Boy knew this. Lightning had flaws - horrible flaws, he made plenty of mistakes, and he felt all of those things, with such a passion that a mortal couldn’t match, not even Beast Boy himself. It was incredible. He was incredible.
“Do you know why I don’t wanna leave?”
Lightning had no time to amuse Beast Boy with an answer, because Beast Boy grabbed onto the collar of Lightning’s shirt, drew him forwards, and nearly smashed the god’s mouth against his own for a kiss. Lightning drew in a sharp intake of breath as Beast Boy pushed his tongue aggressively past the other’s lips, taking in everything about him. The scent, the taste, the feel, everything about Lightning, he attempted to memorize, although his time was cut short when Lightning pushed Beast Boy away.
The lightning god was noticeably panting heavier than the mortal. The lightning god also smelled like ashes and his mouth sort-of tasted like curry.
“I belong to you now,” Beast Boy said, regaining his composure. “Remember?”
Once Lightning was able to breath normally, Beast Boy expected the god to turn right around and abandon him, or zap him. Instead, he stepped forward and said, “Take me, then.”
Beast Boy smiled, reluctantly grabbing Lightning’s hand before tugging him along towards the village. Lightning stared at their hands as though this display of affection was foreign to him. It probably was. “Finally. Jeez. I didn’t come all the way over here to find out you didn’t want to go in,” he said. “Or abandon me in the middle of nowhere. Either way, major suckage.”
The god squeezed the mortal’s hand. “No,’ he said quietly, leaning closer to one of Beast Boy’s pointy ear. “I meant, take me.”
Beast Boy paused in his steps, flushing red and rendered speechless. Lightning smirked, before letting go of his hand and walking ahead into the village, leaving his clueless pet to that thought.