//I’m very sorry, I’ve removed the offending post and I apologise. No excuse for using that kind of language on a public forum.//EDIT: also, thank you for pointing out my transgression so politely, people are quick to jump to hate over simple mistakes or slip ups and this was nice compared to the barrage of anon hate I’ve gotten lately. So thanks.
The blood in my veins isn’t made
From soft, pretty nets of stars:
Do not describe me with your pale words:
lilies, roses, and sunlight.
These are temporary treasures with a soft touch.
I am an ironwork of needles.
A simple collection of plated armor and rusting chains,
grinding gears catching on dust and dirt and scars.
I will walk through fire and emerge polished and sharp.
I am dented and tarnished and still,
Even my most damaged pieces
Are built to draw blood."
Wade chuckled and nodded. “Fine… so.. do you want a big wedding?” He asked curiously.
"Bigger the better, right?" Jen answered, with a wink. "That seems to be your motto anyway."
Storm Shelter // CLOSED
Clark winced, realizing his mistake only after she had pointed it out to him and gave her a nervous grin. “I guess I’m in good shape,” he murmured non-committaly, wondering why he hadn’t tried to at least look tired. He was usually pretty good about projecting at least the illusion that he was human… he chalked it up to the fact that she had caught him off guard, and he hadn’t had time to put up his charade.
He smiled and shook her hand when she offered, taking care to not put too much force into his grip to avoid accidentally hurting her. “Clark, Nice to meet you, and thanks,” he said as he followed her inside, looking around the small shack. It wasn’t anything grand, and the windows were all boarded up, but it had a few basic appliances and a basement, as he could see by the door that led to a staircase, so it could probably withstand the storm.
He really hoped he was wrong about the tornado, though. It was hard enough hiding his abilities when conditions were ideal, but when a natural disaster like that occurred it was damn near impossible. He only realized that she was talking to him when she handed him the water bottle, which he took and immediately unscrewed. He took a drink gratefully and screwed the cap back on before answering.
"I’m just traveling, going from place to place," he said as he found an old chair and sat down, being careful not to break it with his weight. He was alot heavier than he looked, being about three times as dense as a regular human. "I started out from Smallville—that’s up in Kansas—and I’ve just been going wherever the wind takes me, "
"I guess I’m doing the same thing," Jen said, half to herself as she gathered up mess in the living room "Travelling around, y’know? Getting out of the city, getting away from.. Stuff." Jen finished lamely, stuffing everything into a closet. She wasn’t exactly domesticated, but she couldn’t leave the place looking completely crappy in front of a stranger.
Jen noticed the way he gingerly perched on the chair and couldn’t help but smile - it might look rickety but there was no way in Hell and Hulk could live anywhere (even if it was a tiny shack) that didn’t have reinforced everything. “Smallville, huh? I’ve heard of that. Not sure why, to be honest.” She racked her brain briefly before shaking her head. “Oh well, I’m sure I’ll rememeber.”
The sound of rain the roof had started, hammering against the slate like a drum. It was shortly followed by a loud roll of thunder. “I think that might be our cue.” She gestured for Clark to follow her, picking up his bag for herself. Jeez, how was he not out of breath carrying this thing.
Jen lead the way down the warped staircase to the basement, which was lit by two bare lightbulbs dangling from the ceiling. “You can have the bed in the corner, I’ll be fine on the couch.” The basement was actually pretty well stocked, with a fridge and basic kitchen appliances, plus the back-up generator humming in one corner. “I mean, hopefully the storm will just last the night.”
The house creaked ominously above them in the wind and Jen winced. “And hopefully we’ll last too.”
❝ You’re very much welcome for my permission. ❞
He shrugged, looking away for a moment. ❝ Nah,
it was nothing, and no, it’s not ash, it’s Armani. ❞
"It was somethin,” Jen insisted, nudging Johnny maybe a bit too hard with her elbow “You can’t lie to your attorney, Storm.”