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𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝐼𝓃 𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝒟𝓊𝓈𝓉 ; ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Dickkory story , LOOSELY following the main 80s plotline to an extent, while mixing in a bit of my own lore. Very modern take on the Titans. Treating canon as a roughhhh outline if anything. Unlike in the 80s, the Titans haven’t been formed before. Koriand’r also canonically now has antennas, because I think they’re cute. More intimate than the og story, focuses heavily on character relations. tags: cherry-picking canon ; they are university students ; dual pov ; dickkory ; pacifist Raven ; Romani Dick Grayson

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Koriand’r’s POV

Stars. Is that what my life is reduced to? What I am destined to be? A bright ball, drifting endlessly through space, until my time comes. Until I’ve been poked and prodded too many times, and I implode on myself. The days… they all seem to bleed together and I can hardly recall how long it’s been.

Koriand’r is beginning to lose memories of home. Her favorite locations are little more than blurred memories, splashes of color amidst the metal of the ship.

How strange, she can’t even recall the face of her mother or father. Has it truly been so long? Has she grown into them at all? Did Koriand’r have my mother’s eyes? Or her father’s nose? Perhaps their spirit. How similar did she look to her sister? Koriand’r couldn’t even remember what she looked like.

Her eyes drift around aimlessly, and she waits… for the door to open. The only break she gets from the boredom of laying about, rotting in the hull of this floating chunk of metal. Sitting like cargo.

A routine so familiar, it’s hard to recall days prior. Each the exact same, and perhaps that’s why her mind feels so empty. She’s not even making new memories, because what’s the point of taking note of when the floor began to become discolored from tears in certain spots? Or trying to separate today from the days they hauled her out to stick needles in her skin?

And she feels so so weak. Longs to feel the sunlight on her skin again. Flexing her fingers inside of the restraints they have put on her. They’ve covered Koriand’r’s hands whole, and she doesn’t know what for. What affects their… “experimentations” have had on her.

It’s so dark, the only light emitted is through the faint green glow of her eyes. And does her sister’s cell look anything like her own. Does she think about Koriand’r at all being locked up here.

Long ago, Koriand’r had once foolishly used to dream of being rescued. Having her people storm the ship, her father teary eyed, while he fretted over his daughter. His princess. Terrified and apologetic of all that had happened. That he’d found a way to protect Tamaran from the Gordanians that didn’t require him giving up that which was most precious to him.

And he’d hold Koriand’r the way he did whenever she was consumed with nightmares. Whenever she’d scream in the night, terrified. He’d assure her that she had nothing to be scared of, because he was right there. He’d always be right here.

Koriand’r bites the bottom of her lip so intensely at the thought, she can feel the peeling skin scrape off, the coppery taste filling her mouth. And her eyes get misty at the memory.

I thought I’d been so safe with him…

Sometimes… whenever Koriand’r manages to drift off, she can still hear her mother’s screams. Feel her hands prying into Koriand’r’s own, trying to fend off her father from giving her away. Like Koriand’r had meant so little. Could hear her mother pleading to find something else. Anything else. That she didn’t care if all of Tamaran burned, if its safety came at the expense of her child’s.

But Myand’r couldn’t afford to think like that. Like a father. He had to think like a ruler. And a ruler puts his people first.

That had been the first lesson he instilled inside his daughter.

Koriand’r often wondered if he even mourned her absence. It had seemed like such an easy choice for him… and she grapples with understanding it. With that idea that she would have nobly given herself for her people, and maybe she would have, if it had been her choice to begin with. But it wasn’t.

Nothing had been Koriand’r’s choice since getting discarded. Not until today.

What made today different from the repetition of previous days was that loud alarm. It echoed in the hull of the ship, buzzing so loud, Koriand’r winces. The flash of the bright red light illuminating the room.

Koriand’r squints, until her eyes adjust, pulling on the restraints. Like she could cover her ears. A hiss of annoyance slips through her lips, and she finds herself almost begging to crawl out of her skin.

Something is different. So very different, and Koriand’r isn’t certain whether it’s worse or better. She can’t allow herself to have hope again, until a loud boom rattles the ship. A beam shooting right through the bottom of the ship.

It’s… convenient. Creating a large hole in the door, just big enough… and maybe it’s the dimness of the light. Or her mind playing tricks on her from years of being locked away.

But for a moment, she sees the shadow of what looks like a bird, floating through the new exit of the room. Almost guiding her. Koriand'r’s body is weighted, heavy, but she finds her legs rising, albeit wobbly. And she’s making her way through the hole in the door.

The outside isn’t any better lit up, but that bird… it’s still there. Drifting down the hall, the door to the stairs leading above flying open.

Before Koriand’r could understand it, question it, her legs moved in the direction the shadowy bird had gone.. Believed it held all the answers she needed and that this was her chance to escape. However… she falters with each step, glancing around. The ship was in such a disarray, but… she had to try. Koriand’r had to find her sister.

“<Kom?>”

She’s uncertain how loud she should be… uncertain how occupied the Psions were. Terrified of what would happen if they see she’s escaped.

Koriand’r’s voice echoes back to her in the bottom of the ship, and there’s so many opened doors down here, it’s almost impossible to tell which ones might have contained something once. Though… them being opened had to mean she got out… didn’t it?

The Tamaranean blinks a few times, eagerly making her way to the stairs. At first, there’s an attempt to float, but it’s been so long… so long since she’s tried. Since she’s felt the sun. Koriand’r stumbles a little, clanging into the bottom of the ship. Her chin hits the ground, and for a moment she’s worried the impact has caused her to bite her tongue off, mouth filling with that coppery taste again.

Alas, it’s simply just a small puncture in the bottom lip. Shakily, Koriand’r rose to her knees again. Using the wall for support, she made her way to the stairs.

It’s almost… terrifying. Psions, dead as far as the eye could see. Were there any left? Who was manning the ship?

It’s foolish to focus on such trivial questions, especially when escape was so close. Koriand’r was uncertain she wanted to divulge in the faint taste of freedom.

Her green eyes glance around, studying the ship. the many damaged parts, tears in the walls and along the floor from shots and whatever else. Whatever had taken them out was very strong.

“<Komand’r!?!>”

The Tamaranean navigates around the fallen with ease, a rush of adrenaline scouring through her at the realization. She studies each corpse, keeping a lookout for golden skin among them.

It doesn’t take a very thorough examination to conclude Komand’r wasn’t among them. It’s uncertain if that’s relieving or terrifying. The ship was so large and Koriand’r had never had the freedom to explore it enough to learn its routes.

Then… in the shadows, that dark bird appears again. Swooping down the halls with ease, and if Koriand’r isn’t quick enough she’ll lose it. Koriand’r is agile enough to not stumble over the Psions, as she calls out to it. Like it’ll hear or even understand what she’s saying. And maybe, Koriand’r thinks, "I’ve gone mad. I’ve finally lost it after years of being tossed around and kept away.”

The shadow slips along the walls, guiding her further up, until she reaches a room. It glows with a dozen different buttons. A few strange noises escaping.

But what stands out the most is the Tamaranean woman standing in the center. Messing with the console.

“<Sister!>”

The voice causes the girl to turn, and when Koriand’r sees her face, she knows without a doubt who it is. Her dark hair pulled tightly back, peaking out of a… crown? Her outfit… it’s much more lavish than Koriand’r’s own. And she’s adorned in a long purple cape. Unscathed.

On the console behind Komand’r, is a com system. Her sister was speaking to a Gordanian.

“<Komand’r…?>”

She grins, but not in a way that brings comfort like it should. It’s almost unsettling, as the older Tamaranean steps forward.

“<My dear sister, I was wondering when you’d arrive.>”

“<I… I don’t…? Komand’r what’s going on…?>”

Just like before, Koriand’r finds her hope dwindling, and she wonders for a moment if it was foolish to even think that escaping would be this easy. It’s her sister… her own flesh and blood, so why was she not comforted by the potential rescue from her.

Instead of answering, her sister simply raises her hand. A soft purple light glows from the woman’s golden fingers, before a bright beam shoots out, melting and reducing the metal to nothing. It breaks and drips down, almost like a candle, as another ship slowly fills the view of the hole outside.

Koriand’r would recognize a Gordanian ship anyway, and she’s too stunned to speak. Her bottom lip quivers, her eyes darting from the hole to her sister.

The older Tamaranean clears the distance, grabbing her younger sister by the chin. She smiles down at her, and it makes Koriand’r’s blood run cold. Her heart skipped a few beats, mind still on the bright purple beam that had shot from her sister's hand.

“<Oh sister… you never were bright were you? Such a shame the Psions experiments will go wasted on you today… you’d have liked your new abilities.>”

And before Koriand’r can question what she’s talking about, Komand’r drops her face. Her hand raises once again, hitting the console of the ship. It’s spinning, almost out of control, and realization dawns on Koriand’r’s face, her chest tightening.

Komand’r wasn’t saving her… had never intended to. She was sending the ship crashing down, eager for it to take Koriand’r with it. She pushed Koriand’r back, before jumping to the Gordanian fleet. Being embraced by those… things, and it makes her sick. Koriand’r’s eyes widened, using what little of her strength was left to approach the hole in her ship, eyes narrowed.

“<Working with slavers? You are scum Komand’r. Scum. And you better hope for your sake I do die in this ship!>”

Even with her strength missing, Koriand’r speaks the words with an intensity that makes her whole body shake. Struggling in her restraints. It’s the only thing keeping her from jumping after her sister and tearing her apart limb from limb.

That and the way the Gordanian fleet grows distant, the more the ship descends. Koriand’r is tossed around at the plummet, eventually jumping out of the burning hunk of metal.

X’hal be with me.

And as she whispers those words to herself, her vision darkens, being swept away by the familiar shadow of the bird that had been guiding her before.

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Dick’s POV

Dick Grayson glances around the room at the disarray of boxes scattered about, glancing up at his future roommate. Wally West was currently seated on what he decided would be his bed, on his side of the room, chewing on a twizzler and scrolling idly through his phone.

“I think that’s the last of it,” a voice chimes in, carefully placing one box on top of another.

A few mini cardboard towers were taking over a lot of the space on the floor, though they were careful enough to leave room for a path of sorts to walk through.

Donna Troy flips up her sunglasses, her own eyes roaming around the boxes in the room. It was currently more disorganized than her own dorm room, but at least the two roommates knew each other. Donna still hadn’t even seen her roommate.

“Thanks Donna,” Dick replies, running a hand through his dark hair, before leaning back against a desk on his side of the room. “Don’t suppose you wanna help us unpack.”

The girl laughs in response, shaking her head.

“Nuh uh, I still have my own room to tend to. You’re lucky I’m even helping you get settled.”

“Well when our options are you or Gar…” Wally chimes in, giving Donna a knowing glance.

“And what exactly are you doing right now differently from Gar?” Dick chimes in, before Donna can give an answer.

“My point exactly, we can’t have two slackers. Besides, I gotta save my energy for when I need to dart between classes.”

Dick scoffed softly in response, shaking his head. Thinks about reminding him classes don’t start until Monday, however he knows it’ll only garner Wally making some stupid joke about how he guesses that’s why they call him the detective.

“So… what’d Bruce have to say about you moving out?” Donna asks.

He knew it was only a matter of time until one of his friends brought him up, shrugging a little and staring out the dorm window.

“You mean when he noticed?” Dick responds, shrugging. “He didn’t really have much to say. Alfred gave me a warmer goodbye. He… he shook my hand. Like you’d dismiss a client or… or end a business meeting. I don’t know, I guess that’s on me for expecting anything else.”

Really, Dick didn’t want to stay in the mansion another second. Even when Bruce was there, he was always occupying himself with work. Absolved in being the Batman. Dick constantly felt like he was under surveillance. Like Bruce was just waiting for him to screw up, so he could be checked. And when things weren’t tense, Dick felt like a dumb kid showing Bruce A’s on his report card.

He just wanted… something for the man to be proud of. Dick wasn’t even sure why he was digging so hard for his approval. Their relationship was… all it needed to be. He was the Boy Wonder, his sidekick.

Donna frowned softly at Dick’s words, propping herself up in the door frame.

“I don’t wanna keep you too much, and Wally and I got a-”

Dick doesn’t get to finish his sentence, before someone comes tumbling down the hall. Garfield Logan sticks his head between Donna’s side and the door frame, his eyes practically gleaming. The short boy can hardly contain his excitement, fingers twitching on the door.

“You guys hear the news?!? Girls are now starting to fall right from the sky! Well, girl, singular. Came crashing down Superman style. Whole school is raving about it. I mean she just fell right in the courtyard.”

“Gar!” Donna hisses at first in response, pushing his head back, before moving out of the doorway. “Girl? What girl? From where? How long ago did she fall?”

“Uh… I dunno, maybe like ten minutes ago. Just fell, right from the sky. Made a huge crater in the yard. I know where this semester’s tuition is gonna go.”

“Kyptonian?” Dick asked, glancing up at Garfield, who only shrugged in response.

Really, it had been quite some time since anything crash landed on earth. Wally is the next to speak, his eyes still not leaving his phone screen.

“Sounds like they initially thought it was a star, the girl fell in a bright ball of light. No protection. No ship. Nothing. Kids all around campus are posting videos, glimpses of her. She doesn’t look human.”

“Should we inform the Justice League?” Donna asks cautiously, and Dick pulls his own phone out, studying Bruce’s contact name for a second.

There’s an order in how to do things. Stick with what’s logical Dick. After a few moments of his thumb hovering, he pockets his phone, shaking his head.

“No time, it’s only a matter of hours, maybe minutes, before the government rolls in or the press tries to spin the story. We need to investigate immediately,” Dick steps through the boxes, before settling on the one he’s looking for and quickly tearing it open.

Donna nods in understanding, dragging Garfield out of the room with her, closing the door, and slipping into a bathroom just a little ways down the hall.. Wally tosses his phone, spins in a circle, and is quickly suited up, by the time Dick pulls his suit out of the box he had stored it in. Dick just hoped Bruce wouldn’t be too pissed about him going against protocol.

But if this thing was a threat, he couldn’t take any chances. Didn’t have time to tell Bruce to throw together a small team and wait for them to travel from Gotham to here.

After a few minutes, the group is reunited, each following Dick’s steps. Almost naturally. It felt… strange almost. Walking forward and doing something without their mentors, though it wasn’t like this was any major crime investigation either. It was simple…

So why did Dick feel like he was doing something wrong? Probably because he knew it would garner Bruce’s disapproval.

No doubt he was already aware of the instance at the university. And it was just a matter of time until Bruce sent someone to investigate. It probably would’ve been Robin… if he had still been in Gotham. No… college was supposed to be his break. A step away for a moment.

It’s hard to get outside, with a crowd surrounding the crater. Camera’s going off, phones shoved in every direction, as well as voices colliding talking over each other. It’s almost overwhelming and even Wally struggles dashing through the crowd. Going fast didn’t get you anywhere, if people refused to part.

“Everyone please, step aside! Anyone commuting around or with is an accessory to crime. This is now an investigation scene,” Dick calls out, easily creating a pathway to the crater for his little group.

It’s… smaller than he was expecting, but still large enough for the four of them to gather around it and peer inside. The crater is maybe about eight feet deep, it wouldn’t be too difficult to navigate in, however what’s nestled inside is far beyond anything Dick’s imagination had conjured.

The girl is muscled… seemingly tall, and her golden skin sticks out almost effortlessly against the dark dirt. Her hair is a long mass of red curls and she has two antennas peaking out along her forehead, curling in a heart shape towards the end. What stands out the most though is the fact that her hands are covered and bound together by what looks like metal canisters and her clothes are hardly covering much.

There’s little to leave to the imagination, the girl wearing little more than thin purple straps almost.

Dick isn’t close enough to tell if she’s breathing, but he knew Bruce would tell him to use her being unconscious as an opportunity. Neutralize her before she could become a threat. But gazing at her it’s… hard to imagine her as anything.

“Her hands are restrained… could mean she’s dangerous and was being transported,” Donna comments, floating down into the crater to stand beside the girl. “Wonder where the ship she was on is if that’s the case.”

“She’s got antennas in the shapes of hearts, yes, very menacing,” Garfield is quick to tease, turning into a bird to fly a little closer.

Donna retrieves something from her utility belt, it looks like a piece of glass, holding it under the creature in the crater’s nose.

“She’s alive, but her breaths are shallow. Whatever occurred, it’s taken a lot out of her. Got a cut above her forehead. Could be the reason she crashed here. Could also indicate that she’s got a concussion.”

That would be the case if she were human but… Dick narrows his eyes, studying the alien.

Even in his times with Batman, he had never seen anyone quite like this. Wonders if Superman might have any idea. Or was that racist to assume because they were both aliens? Dick feels his cheeks flush at the thought, thankful no one could read his mind. At least not anyone around.

“I… think we should’ve called the Justice League, let them handle this,” Wally speaks up softly, glancing down for a moment.

Dick knows he’s probably only saying that because he was ready to hang up his super suit. How easy that would be… but Dick enjoys being Robin. He likes investigating and helping people. What he doesn’t like is feeling inadequate. Incapable.

“They’ve got bigger stuff to deal with,” Dick responds, his shoulders tightening a little. “I can handle this.”

The girl shifts a little, the more they carry on, and Dick’s eyes widen in surprise when she opens her eyes. They’re bright green, no pupils, yet they’re just as expressive as human ones. They dark around first at him, then at Wally, Donna, Gar, and the crater she’s in.

She lets out a series of noises that are foreign to Dick’s ears, her mouth opening and closing quickly, before pulling herself into a seated position.

Donna jumps back, as the girl swings her covered hands around. Though it’s not in aggression it’s… desperate. Wonder girl’s voice is gentle, holding her hands out in front of her in an attempt to sooth the alien’s nerves.

“Hey… hey… slow down, we’re not gonna hurt you, we just wanna talk.”

“ठीक है🕉!”

Dick and Donna exchange uncertain glances in response, realizing she probably didn’t have a clue what they were saying.

While distracted, the alien shoulder checks Donna, soaring out of the crater. Her head whips around frantically, shaking her restrained hands, before letting out what almost sounds like a cry. Her movements are shaky, uncoordinated almost, bobbing up and down in the sky.

It’s almost sad to watch. Like an animal that’s been caged. Moving with that… sad desperation. She hits her restraints against one of the school buildings a few times, causing the bricks to crack and cave in against her force. It’s almost startling how strong she is, which makes Dick wonder what had managed to capture her.

“Robin, contact the Justice League, now,” Donna orders, reaching for her lasso. “This is clearly beyond us.”

“Wait! Don’t do that! She’s just scared, she’s not a threat,” Dick insists, watching as she flails against her restraints, eventually giving up on the building and resorting to hitting them against her knees. “You know as well as I do what happens if we bring them in.”

The girl looked young, probably no older than them. Protocol be damned, if this girl had just gone from one cage it didn’t feel right to put her in another.

“I don’t know Dick… I don’t think it’s safe to let her roam the city like that, they could help,” Wally insists, eyes flashing from the alien in distress to the boy wonder. “Maybe the database has more information.”

“Yeah, we don’t know if she’s a threat or not,” Garfield chimed in, landing beside Dick after flying out of the hole. “She could be once she gets those things off.”

Donna shoots Dick a look and he knows she’s thinking he’s only being stubborn due to the current strain on his relationship with Batman at the moment. It’s almost infuriating. Like he were some petulant toddler who would let his petty pride get in the way of keeping citizens safe if it really boiled down to it.

The second Wonder Girl reached for her lasso, however the alien girl seemed to sense her intentions. Within seconds she’s zipping off across the skyline, leaving little to track her down with.

Dick lets out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. The last thing he needed was Donna giving him a lecture to involve Batman. If he wasn’t already aware of the situation himself.

Several pictures were being taken. Of the alien, the destroyed building, the crater, and the sidekicks. And suddenly Dick is annoyed that everyone and their mother seems to have a phone, photos so easily captured. He was gonna get an earful from Bruce later, he just knew it.

“We’ve got to find her again,” Dick comments, though he’s not quite sure who he’s talking to.

“Robin seriously…?” Wally asked, crossing his arms. “Nuh uh, I think now is time to let the professionals do their work.”

I am a professional.

Dick bites back the statement, shaking his head. The second the Justice League gets involved, things are going to get worse. He knew from experience that Batman was the last thing a traumatized and scared individual needed. He may get information, but he knew nothing about comfort. Not that Dick knew any more, but he knew enough to know what not to do.

“And I’m telling you that’s a terrible idea, she’s not a threat. She’s just scared. And they’ll only spook her more.”

“I think we did just that,” Donna responds bleakly, crossing her arms.

“No… she was crowded, surrounded, as well as seeing you reach for your lasso.”

“So it’s my fault?”

“No… No, that's not what I’m saying. I’m just saying everything together probably wasn’t the most comforting thing to wake up to. As well as being on another planet.”

“Which is exactly why we should have Superman or one of the others take over. Who’d better understand her than him?”

Dick pauses for a moment, debating if that would be preferable. He knew Superman would be a lot more tactful and gentle than Batman. There was still the issue of not having a clue of what she was saying… would he know?

While contemplating it, Dick swears he spots something in their shadows, something almost seeming to loom around them, listening in. It’s like a shadow but it’s in the shape of a bird. as quickly as it comes into focus, it blurs out, and their shadows look normal once again. And Dick wonders if his recent nightmares were making him lose it.

Find her.

That voice… it sends the hairs on the back of his neck rising, and he glances around, half expecting to see a woman standing beside him. However no one was around them.

“No,” Dick insists, his tone holding no room for argument. “Just… just one more try. No weapons. No aggression. No Justice League. No crowding. We don’t immediately turn on something just because we don’t understand it.”

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Koriand’r’s POV

Koriand’r flies with no particular destination in mind. She flies, finding comfort in being among the clouds, in watching the building grow smaller, and the crowds becoming less daunting. She flies to distract herself from how alone she feels, her fingers wiggling in her restraints. Her hands burn, it’s an unfamiliar feeling, and she’s terrified of what she’ll see underneath.

The Tamaranean isn’t sure what’s fueling her harder at the moment. Her fear of being somewhere so strange, being so lonely, or the seething anger at her sister’s betrayal. Watching her so effortlessly side with those… monsters.

Koriand’r shakes her head, as if she can free herself from the thoughts. The memories, flying so fast until everything becomes a blur. The clouds. The cities. The people.

The girl feels her eyes become misty, eventually running out of steam, and floating down on the sidewalk. Exhaustion takes over her the second her feet touch the ground and her head is spinning. Walking on solid ground makes her legs wobble.

It’s… strange, after years of getting used to the gentle shake of the spaceship. With the loss of the sun, she suddenly feels a little cooler.

This planet was nothing like the tropical and warm planet of Tamaran. She missed the golden skies and the sweet smell that once lingered in the air. Here… well the scent almost hurt her lungs. It was strong, pungent.

And those people… the ones dressed so brightly. That woman wanted to lock her up again, she was certain. She had tried to express she meant no harm.

It was clear these people didn’t know her language. They might not even be aware of Tamaran. It was impossible to tell where she had landed in the solar system without the ship’s console and the stars looked foreign here.

Koriand’r felt like she was a million miles from home, however, catching her breath. She leaned against the walls of one of the buildings, trying not to succumb to her exhaustion.

Her bound hands flitted to her stomach, the cool metal pressing against her warm skin. Damn things were nearly indestructible and she can’t recall ever feeling so hungry in her life, even when the Gordanians had reduced her food down to scraps for a few months once.

And even if Koriand’r wanted to return home, that would be impossible. The truce would be broken.

The girl is so swept up in wallowing in her own self-pity, she doesn’t notice that someone had been following her. Approaches her exhausted form.

Koriand’r blinks tiredly a few times, before following the sound of footsteps. Her eyes widen, recognizing the man in the costume from before. With bright green shorts. He had been with the woman that wanted to tie her up.

The Tamaranean immediately tries to sit up, though her weariness makes it difficult, legs wobbling, as she falls back down into the cold concrete. Hates how weak she sounds in response.

The man speaks once again, holding his arms out, however it all sounds like nonsense to Koriand’r. His blue eyes scan her, while she sits up, resting her back against the wall. Koriand’r holds up her restraints defensively, eyes narrowing in warning.

She’d used the last of her strength to beat this man to death with the hunk of metal attached to her if she had to.

Koriand’r is surprised when the man responds by holding his hands up in surrender, slowly backing up. That’s a first. But still he runs his mouth. The noises are becoming most intolerable at this point to the young Tamaranean.

The man in the green shorts frowns at first, studying her, before finally just… sitting down on the ground. What really sets her off however is when he starts patting the ground.

Calling to her like she’s some sort of animal. Koriand’r snorted in response, rolling her eyes. Though she’d never admit it… the man does have a certain charm to him. Inky black hair falling in delicate ringlets around his face. Seemingly smooth tanned skin. It reminds her of the warm sands back on Tamaran.

He points at her hands, then holds up something foreign in his hand. Koriand’r responds, staring at him skeptically, which only results in him pointing towards her restraints again.

She holds them up, and he beckons her over. And Koriand’r decides she’s got little else to lose. What could he possibly do? Restrain her more? She’d like to see him try, scooting over until she’s sitting in front of him.

Green eyes study him curiously as he takes her restraints, using some sort of… gun? It dispurses gel onto her restraints and he puts it in the shape of an R, before dropping her hand and backing up a little. His green gloved fingers are held up and he starts counting down starting from three.

At least numbers were universal… but what was he counting down from? Koriand’r frowns for a moment, shaking her head, however he doesn’t stop counting. And once he gets to zero, she feels the restraints split open along with the sound of a small boom echoing in the alley. The metal falls down on the concrete in four pieces with a soft clang. Two from each hand.

The Tamaranean stares down in awe, flexing her fingers. And it feels so amazing to have her hands breathe.

When Koriand’r glances up, the costumed boy looks rather proud of himself, grinning widely. And she can’t help but smile back. Despite his help however, Koriand’r still can’t help her skepticism, pulling her hands back to herself.

What’s even stranger is that the costumed man doesn’t seem offended. He’s still smiling warmly at her. And his eyes are such a pleasant blue. It makes her miss the waters back home.

She wonders what he thinks looking at her eyes. However the thought is cut short as she hears the sound of approaching footsteps. The small rest seems to give her enough strength to gather herself to her feet again.

Koriand’r gives the beautiful boy an affirmative nod, hoping it’s thanks enough, before zipping off once again. 　　　. 　　˚　　　　*　　　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　　　　　　 ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶ ✦　　

ᴹʸ ᴬᴼ³ ; ＮＥＸＴＰＡＲＴ (will link when it's out)

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