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posted by SilverWings13
"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a siège on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of questions written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. toi and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in chercher of the answer to the question I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile par the question. Then again, I must be imagining
all of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my cœur, coeur yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my cœur, coeur wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes away the tears feels so
real and I want so much for it to be.
"I know about Declan. I know about Riley. I know toi were an assassin, that toi were killed par them. Because they wanted me," I turn my head, breaking the contact before it breaks me. "What's there to talk about, Mom?"
"Everything, sweetheart toi are so young, toi can't understand all of this yet. And I wouldn't want toi to."
"Why? I know it's not your fault toi had to leave, but I need your help!" I'm suddenly frustrated, angry. My life has become a mystery and no matter how hard I chercher for clues, all I find is riddles. "Nothing makes sense anymore!" I feel vulnerable, like my mother has cracked my cœur, coeur open and thoughts, feelings, pain flows with my blood. "I don't want to keep screwing everything up." I let my head fall, shoulder slump, surrender myself and remember this is what having a mother is like. Someone who could catch toi as toi fell and teach toi how to fly all over again. How did I forget this feeling in a short 8 years?
"I can't fix everything for you," she says in a mournful tone. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for toi forever. I wish I could go back with you, but I can't do that. But you're strong. And toi can overcome the difficulties that face you."
I feel like a helpless eight-year-old as I say, "But I can't. It's to much, there's so much. Mom, please. Please come back. Help me."
"I can't do that," she repeats, stroking my hair gently with those warm, too-real fingers. "But there are those who can. Those who toi can trust. Isn't there someone toi love, Aryess? Someone toi want to be with forever?"
An image of dark hair, handsome, well defined features, and steely grey eyes, God, those eyes, flashes through my mind. I feel the heat crawl up my neck and spread across my cheeks. My mother's smile reappears at the blush.
"See?"
"But what if I'm only putting him in danger?"
"If he's the one for you, you'll be able to keep him safe. You'll protect each other."
I meet her eyes, the crystal-blue eyes belonging to my brothers, my nephew, the mother that I will forever miss. I don't want to let this feeling of being so close to her, of being so secure, safe, to ever fade away. But I can't find my foothold as the world falls out beneath me and the darkness takes over once again.
I fucking hate this shit. Everything. Why is everything make toi feel like toi want to curl up and fucking die! Why does everything that seems so perfect crumble into small pieces that are unfixable? How come the girl sitting across from toi is staring at toi with a look so harsh, toi can taste the disgust in your mouth? Is that how everyone feels around you? toi want to ask what the fuck her problem is, but of course like the good little Angel toi are, toi keep your mouth shut, and as toi sit there taking her look toi question everything. toi were always raised to be the bigger person, to...
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posted by SilverWings13
 Those Eyes *.*
Those Eyes *.*
Identity: Aleksander Felis

Age: 15

Code Name: Titanium

Aliases: Thirteen, Alek

Occupation: hero

Affiliations/ Relations: Young Justice- Team, Double Helix- Squad, SilverWings- Partner, Midnight- Girlfriend

Personality: calm, composed, curious, very rarely gets angry, though does get nervous under pressure (even though it can be hard to tell)

Physical Appearance: 5'11", solid build, white hair, icey blue eyes, a slashed scar on the underside of his jaw

Civvies: white dress shirt- haut, retour au début two buttons undone, faded jeans, or and white Etnies, hair swept to the side, or watch (Every gentleman needs his...
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CAUTION: READ AT OWN RISK.

She spins and she sways to whatever song plays,
Without a care in the world.


Mel pranced around the room with a smile on her face, the six-year- olds eyes were lit up with happiness. She giggled and Fang looked up from where he was, he smiled and went back to writing. 

And I'm sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders.
It's been a long jour and there's still work to do,
She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you!


Mel skipped over and leaned over her fathers shoulders. 
"Whatcha doin' Daddy?" Mel rested her chin on his shoulder. 
"Trying to figure some...
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Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.-Jose Ortega y Gasset
Bandages wrapped around his sweaty, matted hair, covering his closed, damaged eyes. The blood had been cleaned from his head wound, stitches put in place, and morphine injected into the blood stream of the 12 year-old-boy. Now he lay on the cot, chest rising with each breath. A women with the same fiery red hair as her son looked down at him with sad eyes.
"Margaret," a towering man with jet black hair murmured to her softly and set a hand on her shoulder. She...
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
 Precious child
Precious child
Name: Jaime [Jay-me] Adams-Norrian (Adams is't known, however Norrian is. Only few know his last name.) ou as Fang calls him sometimes "Princess".
Alias: Valac
Occupation: Hero
Age: 17
Appearance: Jaime's hair color is the same as his father's, Fang, however it isn't nearly tinted as a ravenette color in the sunlight. Jaime's hair is much shorter and frames in his face, mainly in the cheek area. His eyes are a bright blue. The teen's stature is only 5'4 and his body frame is quite small, however it allows him to be plus nimble in battles. Much like his father, Jaime has wings. They stretch 14ft...
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Mafia sat on the canapé of the cave, randomly aiming her daggers at things and throwing them. So maybe the Bat would kill her later for making holes in the walls but eh. She didn't really care.
Amora was in the cuisine stealing all the soda for herself, sitting on a balançoire, swing that she manifested from the ceiling. Counting and labeling, "Okay...3 Dr. Peppers, 5 Pepsis."
Babylon lived at the cave, so she usually stuck it out in her room, doing god knows what. Most figured she was still trying to cure herself.
Mafia aimed at a plant near the hallway and at Babylon's appearance almost made her hit Babylon...
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OOC: oke this one shot will take place a few weeks afther the escape frome ahrkam, about 6 weeks.

Twan sat on the chouts wel Harley Quinn slowly and carfuly removed the casted frome his arm using a chisel, the cased craked open and she took it of his arm.
There toi go kiddo the bone should have been healt par nowe. she a dit whit a smal smile.
Thanks Harrley, fore evryting.
My pleaser kiddo, she replied.

2 weeks later:
Twan was hiting a punsing bag, as Harley and Joker walked in.
Good news kiddo, harley a dit as she tossed him a newespaper.
I am decleard sane, i got pardond fore my crime. he a dit suprised....
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posted by Robin_Love
 Minkabh
Minkabh
Name: Minkabh Lyons
Alias: Anubis
Powers: power over canines; a “death” trance; skilled combat
Occupation: Villain
Weakness/Limits: Unknown
History: Minkabh was born and raised par the Nile. He lived in the early years of Cleopatra's reign. When he was young, he was taken from his accueil and tortured par the Roman soldiers that invaded his home. He was granted immortality and the power of Anubis par the god of death himself. He made his escape with several deaths and many threats. Minkabh grew, never looking older than seven-teen. His looks changed as the death god did, and so did his powers. He...
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