Me finishing a WIP? It’s more likely than you think.
After completing this, I have lots more respect for those artists who upload comic chapters every week.
Anyway, this scene has been stuck in my head and I immediately started it right after the episode it’s in but then procrastinated BUT THEN decided to finish it after the latest turn of events in the campaign.
Jason Todd can kill a man with his bare hands, but with you, they're as delicate as possible, like you're a porcelain doll, able to crack at the slightest touch.
His fingers hover over your skin, a light as a feather you would think you were imagining things. He's cautious, carful, thoughtful.
Everything else in his life has broke. Even him. But not you, never you. You can't. You're untouched. Perfect, never to do wrong. He worshipped you like a goddess, like you created heaven and earth.
And you did.
You created his earth. His world. You were his heaven. When he died, he swore he saw you. You were his everything, his reason, his purpose, his love, his hope.
He was so in love it hurt. Every look shared between you, his mind swirled with possibilities. He couldn't live if something happened to you because of him. He couldn't live without his world.
It was an odd place to be stuck in. Scared of staying, scared of leaving. He kept his distance. Touches were never long. Lips ghost against yours. It's like he's never fully there. Every night, the cold side that was suppose to be his haunted you.
It's hard to love a ghost. It's like being in love with a figment of your imagination. You find yourself questioning if he's even real. Every time he comes home, he proves to you that he is.
That brought upon its own set of questions, heart crying out for more of what it was deprived. Were you not enough reason to stay? Were you not enough? Was he yours like you were his?
You felt like the moon, forever revolving around the Earth, compelled to, even. Always at a safe distance, longing for more. That is, until one night.
He comes home, smashing his helmet to the wall. The landlord won't like that, but a problem for another day. Without thinking he crashes into your arms, head buried into your chest.
The Earth crashed into the moon. Hell will follow, you both knew that. But it didn't matter. You had him. He had you. that was enough.
Ororo Munroe is a powerful mutant with weather-manipulating abilities, also known as the infamous and influential hero Storm. She is also the descendant of an ancient line of African priestesses, all of whom have white hair, blue eyes, and the potential to wield magic. After becoming an orphan Ororo became a sneak-thief on the streets of Cairo under the tutelage of Achmed El Gibár, who provided her a home. As a teenager, she felt the urge to travel to the south, arriving at the Serengeti plains. Venerated by the locals as a goddess, Ororo used her abilities to ease the droughts in the arid desert. Eventually she was approached by Professor Xavier to join his X-Men, a mutant group aimed at implementing peace between humans and mutants.
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Sometimes the storm is here to stay for a while, and trying to hide from it can be exhausting. Embrace your feelings and know you’ll make it through, just like you did the last one!