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Confusion is a bright flame on her face. For a long while, she cannot decipher what he has said, nor why it turns her skin white. Yes, her body understands well before the mind does. Then, when it all clicks into place, she is left feeling like he has just struck her. Her mouth is swollen from the taste of him, of their kiss, which feels manipulative now. Like he was offering her a small taste of exactly what she desired before lighting her whole body into flames. She doesn't think she hates anything, except for the way Bruce's name sounds like a weapon on Michael's tongue. ❛ That's what you think? ❜

Her legs are still spread wide open for him to fit between them. She doesn't remove herself from the table, or distance herself from him. Instead, her fingers grasp at his shirt and curl into a fist around the fabric. She's not letting him go so easily, isn't convinced quite yet that he's breached a boundary that they cannot come back from. ❛ That you will taste Bruce on my skin? That what? ❜ Anger boils in her voice. She's shaking her head so much that her curly hair shakes. ❛ If you finish inside me, you will be second to him? ❜ Is that what he thinks of her? That she would be with another man then return home to him, try to get into his bed, too?!

he watches her every move, not a word as she sits before him. eyes follow the curve of her legs up until he meets golden eyes, brows raising with her question. he does not have a good answer for her & it is a shame that instead of taking her here & now, he continues to set their entire relationship on fire. even so, he stands from his seat. hands find her legs & pull her to the edge of the table until their clothed hips connect. he finally gives her the kiss that she had so desired earlier, fingers tangling in her dark hair.

it is hurt & it is angry & it only lasts mere seconds before he's pulling away. head lowers just enough for him to whisper right in her ear. ❛ can bruce not get you off? ❜ his voice is full of knives & fire & shattered pieces of himself that diana has not glued back together. he releases her hair, lets her decide where they go from here: whether he bends her over this table or they spend the rest of the night in silence.

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always need more sapphic ships here....

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@1stltrusso said: "i can tell when somebody still wants me."

This red dress fits her tighter than her own skin. In a corner where no one will notice them, Diana is backed into the wall, and Billy, ever the predator, looms over her. The tips of her fingers play at the edge of her dress, ever so subtly lifting scarlet fabric up her thigh, little by little. Diana is drunk on his voice, on the way his body seems to tilt towards hers on mere instinct. She does not touch him. Instead, she continues to tease herself by grazing her fingertips against the skin of her thigh.

❛ Do I still want you, Billy? ❜ she's teasing, plump lips parting to show her teeth. It may feel sudden, when she places her hand on Billy's chest to keep him from coming any closer to her. She's not overly certain about the answer to her own question. ❛ You're so good at pretending to be the lion. We both know you just want to be told you're a good boy. ❜

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— Franz Kafka, letter to his father

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She waits for him to break apart another brick from their home. Until the foundation collapses and buries them both. Diana has forced the tools into his hands and now she awaits the destruction of it all. Doesn't make it hurt less when it finally happens. Yeah, when it finally happens, she's trembling from the after shocks, his accusations like a storm that she needs to seek cover from. Except Diana is not known for running away, nor for surrendering. Instead, the warrior woman rises from her seat and takes slow, steady steps towards him. To lessen the threat of her presence, she hikes herself onto the table until she's sitting there before him. Like she can remedy the emotional distance by erasing the physical one.

❛ Is that why you will not make love to me? You do not want to be inside someone who breaks her promises? ❜ She aches for him. Aches for his hands on her, for his mouth to follow the trails of his fingers. But he had denied her touch at every opportunity, had treated it like it was something to avoid rather than relish. She shakes her head. ❛ I told you who I am from the moment I met you. ❜ No promises were made. How, then, can they be broken?

no, of course she's taken a page out of his book & refuses to just drop it. he shouldn't be surprised, yet his fork still stops playing with the cold food upon his plate. brown eyes rise just enough to peek at her & then he laughs. of course he does. what else is he expected to do? fork is placed back down so gently one would be confused as to whether it's michael berzatto behind it or not: not because he isn't angry, but because diana is not lee. it is the only fact that saves her from the wrath that boils over.

one breath turns to two turns to three before he nods, shoves dark curls out of his eyes & leans forward. elbows on the table & all [ his mother would be so disappointed in him ]. ❛ maybe i wouldn't need them if you ever just showed up, huh? ❜ but she doesn't, she never fucking does, because spending proper time with him is apparently hell on earth compared to risking her life for world-ending threats. ❛ maybe you should stop makin' promises you can't fuckin' keep, ever consider that? ❜

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His rejection of her touch is a blade taunting beneath her skin. When he breaks way from her embrace, it's as though she loses a pillar of strength. Diana falters, has to grasp at the wall with trembling fingers. Yet, not even in her sorrow, in her grief, she is not a fool, Michael. You see, this is the problem with playing games with the same scene actors: you'll know how it ends. He scurries to the bathroom, and when Mikey does return, Diana is stabbing cold food with her fork. Merciless, because she knows without looking at him what he has done. She knows, she knows. And she wants to fucking SCREAM!!!!

❛ What is getting you through this dinner with me? Is it cocaine this time? ❜ she asks. The idea of the movie is buried. She stares at her food for a moment longer, before all the rage on her face demands she looks at Michael instead. Who does all this wrath belong to, Diana? Who??? Mikey is as terrible at pretending as Diana is to lying. She thinks she should be crying, but she doesn't cry. No tears come. Her fingers curl, a gesture that shows she's trying to calm down. Rage wins. ❛ Or oxy? Both?❜

it doesn't go unnoticed that she doesn't answer the question. he wonders if that's better than hearing more of her lies & promises that she'll never keep. part of him thinks it is, because at least next time it'll only be his own fault when he's bitterly disappointed. & that heartbreak is one he's used to, one he's able to just drown in coke & oxy to forget about. everything works out, in the end. so he nods, shrugs away the kisses she leaves, frees himself from her grasp. hesitates a moment before he tells her to go ahead & eat, he'll be there in a second.

by the time he returns from the bathroom & sits across from her at the table, his pupils are blown out & he's numb enough to not care. he isn't hungry, but he moves the food around with his fork anyways. ❛ we can rent a movie or somethin', if you want to. ❜

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She can't give an answer that's not laced in hurt. She's on fire from his pain, with his pain. Her mouth opens to offer him a reply, but before it even hits her ears, it sounds too akin to an excuse. Because it is an excuse. This is a mistake she has made time and time again, and one she will continue to make. There is no sense in making him promises that will be shattered at the next world disaster. She doesn't know what to do, Mikey. What should she do? Let the world burn? Give up her mantle as Wonder Woman? Gods, for you, she wants to throw it all away. But she made a promise to the world before she ever made a promise to you, Mikey.

❛ Hey. Let's eat. Please? I'm ravenous, ❜ she begs, voice soft and sweet, grasping at joy like it's a line for her life. For both their lives. Her arms are still locked around him, and after he denies her kiss, she presses her lips to his neck, gently. ❛ Dinner then a show? ❜ She kisses his shoulder, makes it clear that she can be the show if he so desires. And gods, she hopes he desires it...

it is not the first time she has been late for dinner that he spent a good couple hours making. if it was, maybe he wouldn't hurt so bad. deep down, he knows that she is off saving the world & that takes priority over dinner together: but just once, he would like to be the priority. just once, he would like to feel like the most important thing in her life. just once, he would like these nights to not end with a drug binge & diana's empty apologies. but that's exactly what happens [ again ], & the powder disappeared up his nose & he is recoiling from diana's touch.

he does not press his lips to hers, head turning away at the attempt. it kills him, just as much as it does her. ❛ but you never make it. why is that? ❜ he knows the answer is that he simply isn't important enough.

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` * 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚗 ( & 𝘵𝘸. 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. )

i can't forget him or forgive what he did. i thought i loved you. i can't take another hit. i told you i would be okay. i hate that i can't love you. i don't want you to go away. i hope you know that i think you look fucking cool. no ones ever gonna love me not like you do. i've tried so hard to quit you like i promised my mama i would. you walk a fine line between god and animal. i disappear when it gets cold. i miss what you'd do to me. i'm sorry i went crazy. trying on each dress i bought for you. do i look pretty? sometimes you make me wanna put my fucking head through the wall. sometimes i wonder if i even know you at all. it's always my guilt. i know i don't need you but i'm terrified of letting you go. how am i supposed to feel good about myself when everything i do is wrong? there's not escaping you now. i'm gonna die all alone, next to you, in this piece of shit town. nothing hurts like you do. i'm saying prayers through a throttled neck. you won't ever change your ways. when you're torn apart, you'll destroy me again. you're such a child and you know it. i don't wanna talk about love anymore. got what i wanted but it's never enough. i don't want to be in my house anymore cause it just makes me sad. couldn't fight to save your life but you look so cool. i owe you a black eye and two kisses. i only want him if he says it first to me. babe, im too good for you. i'm unpunishable. touch me 'til i vomit. i'm not scared of god. i'm scared he was gone all along. i beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow. you were the one i'd have starved for. carry me with you all of the time. eat of me baby, skin to the bone. i give in so easy. it has always been this way. i am punished by love.

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--- that's a real fucking legacy, to leave.

A love letter to 80+ years of Wonder Woman Canon. ©

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@wnterslder said: ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

❛ Of course. ❜ Diana is a broken house where ghosts go to haunt. She tilts her face at Bucky, looks at him quite strangely. Her eyes witness the ghost of all those she has loved, all those she has failed, all those lives she has taken. Sometimes their ghosts takes the form of a breathing human. She can tell who they are by the eyes. Other times, she sees ghosts as translucent figures. Nevertheless, they are all around. She wets her lips and hugs herself.

❛ Don't you feel them? ❜ She wishes to ask whether he sees them, too. Even now, they're all around them, watching, looking, waiting. Diana, are you mad?

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you and i will always be unfinished business.

i tried to love you into loving me... that's not how love works.

loving you was a sacrifice. i gave you the power to destroy me, and that's exactly what you did.

i gave you the power to destroy me, and that's exactly what you did.

you will always have a special place in my heart, and that terrifies me.

i won't ever forget you, and maybe that is the only forever the two of us were meant to have.

i'm sorry i had nothing to say that night.

i was so interested to see how you'd break my heart.

you planted flowers inside of me... foolish of me to think you'd water them.

it's pathetic, really, how much i still hope it's you and me in the end.

you said you'd be here.

hell exists... it's 3am, here, without you.

i'm scared that loving you is the only thing i got right, and it still wasn't enough.

i regret the end, the way we couldn't leave one another without wounds.

we made it seem as if all the love we shared was wasted time.

i will always remember the way you folded me at my corners, like there was a part of me you wanted to come back to.

you made me feel, and i don't like it. stop it.

i wish the best for you, i just wish that i was the best for you.

maybe in another lifetime, we get it right.

you had my heart before i could say no.

loving you is the most exquisite form of self destruction.

fuck you for giving up on me.

the worst pain is being hurt by the same person you explained your pain to.

you fucking broke me, and i'm still the one apologising.

i broke my own heart loving you.

now you're just a stranger with all my secrets.

sometimes the beginning is the same as the ending.

what if no one makes me feel the way that you do?

you made it look so damned easy to walk away from me.

you were the hardest lesson i ever had to learn.

you didn't say goodbye, and part of me keeps believing that means you're coming back.

i would've left the entire world behind for you.

you leave teeth marks on everything you love.

all of your devotion turns violent.

you let me go, but you left claw marks.

i don't think i'll ever know how to love someone without swallowing them whole.

love is supposed to turn you soft... i think it only ever turns me brutal.

we wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound.

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Diana has risen from the dead, so if we're mutuals: like this for a random, so so random, starter.

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@1stltrusso said: i love watching you work .

She raises her bloodied sword, slick with the remnants of a head no longer attached to its owner's shoulders. In the heat of battle, Diana is not Diana Prince, nor a woman of wonder. She is a warrior through and through. One who desires the outcome of peace, of course, who guides with love first and foremost. Alas, sometimes you must end a life to save a thousand more. Diana never makes such a choice lightly. But at Billy, she sees a white streak of affection in his face, like taking a life is something worthy of being admired.

Red cape draped around her shoulders, Diana stands tall. The back of her hand is raised to wipe away the blood and sweat from her face. She raises an eyebrow. ❛ Does this turn you on? ❜

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@n0thingandnobody said: you’re always late , what am i supposed to think ?

Somehow, Diana always returns when dinner has just grown cold. It matters so little how sincere her apologies are when this happens time and time again. The truth is that Steve had been a solider, and the truth is that all her allies are warriors, and the truth is that Mikey is none of those things. He fights a different variety of demons than the ones who fall from the skies. And Diana loves him for this. She loves that he does not understand her burdens. There is nothing in the world she would change about him. Or, at least, she would have said this, before seeing the look that clouds his face in this moment. It's going to haunt her for a very, very long time.

Maybe it's in her imagination, but when she locks her arms around him, he feels stiff beneath her. ❛ That I'm always racing home to be with you, baby. ❜ She tries to kiss him, but suspects that he shall deny her.

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@n0thingandnobody said: " i hate being alone . "

Diana feels his heart beating beneath her. This is not a thing to be taken for granted. So she never does. From the time of their birth, humans are in a state of decay. Diana witnesses how their skin turns to wrinkles, how their hair grays. How, more often than it is not, their hearts turn cold. She loves this heart of Mikey's just as it is. But it's not time that's killing him. No, Mikey is doing that all on his own.

At his confession, she tightens her arms around his waist. They're on the couch, and it's almost on the verge of being serene. If they were different than who they are, it would be. But he is Mikey and she is Diana, and he will continue to self-destruct and she will continue to leave, and nothing will get better. Do apologies matter anymore? ❛ Do you wish you loved someone who could give you more? ❜ she asks, voice small. She wants to give him marriage, wants to give him children, but can she even give him time?