#i see the way you look at him

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[amberjazmyn]

shane filan one-shot

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - i see the way you look at him

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - sad shane, break-up, fighting, a little bit of crying but a happy ending overall 

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - you (gianna) walk in on your best friend shane and his girlfriend arguing, and he breaks up with her only to find out that the sad shane was in love with you the entire time, not his ex-girl izabella.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i could never imagine breaking up with shane, how sad would that be. i'd love him for the rest of my life and, i do! also, i am picturing this one-shot with a young shane like, early westlife days shane so, basically, '99-'00s shane where social media was literally not the social media we know and love today. and it'll be in lowercase and the audio will be in italicised bold. 

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"i see the way you look at him," 

you hear your childhood best friend and now popstar, shane filan, question his girlfriend izabella and it worries you. looking towards shane's bandmates and best friends, they couldn't help but be just as confused as you. as they shrug their shoulders, you turn back around, walking further out to the lounge room where shane and izabella were arguing. 

"i know...because...you used to look at me that way," 

you see, shane was normally soft-spoken, whilst intelligent and thoughtful almost always, this time, he wasn't at all. this slightly worried you because, throughout your entire friendship from basically babies, you'd never seen nor heard shane speak with such anger and distaste for someone else in his voice. 

"the fact is, i'm still just a stranger," 

that, that just broke your heart. that hurt. you could tell that shane's heart was breaking because he really loved this girl, however, he was now starting to realise that, she never loved him back the same way. especially because he was now a big star with his boyband, westlife, he was no longer just shane to her, he was her famous breadwinner to just show off like a trophy. well, not anymore that is as, when the relationship first started and westlife was a couple of weeks old, she was absolutely head over heels for him, she adored him. now, not even an "i love you" would come out of her mouth towards him. 

gianna's pov

"i'm not trying to hurt you, i just..." 

that girl... that thing finally spoke up, yet, she said she wasn't trying to hurt shane, trying to redeem herself as if there was something to be redeemed. umm, yes, she was making him hurt! how blind was she that she couldn't see how devastated and emotionally exhausted this poor boy is about even having this conversation? 

at this point, i crossed my arms to stop myself from smacking izabella. how is she so stupid and like this? now i know why i didn't like her from the very beginning when shane first introduced me to her and the rest of his bandmates and their partners. which, in all honesty, makes me feel bad now knowing that i could have tried to get shane away from izabella earlier but, i didn't and now this situation was happening. 

"...i'm so tired of disappointing you..."

she said, her voice starting to become shaky and lord have mercy, don't even try with the elephant tears miss bitch. nah uh, not on my dead parents' grave is she about to start crying? was she not seeing the genuine heartbreak and real tears welling in shane's eyes and how devastated he is? shane slowly nods his head as my cheeks burn with anger. please don't fucking agree with her

"...i know," 

he agreed with her...he fucking agreed with her.

shane responds with a tearful whisper as i see his tears start to stream down his cheeks as he fights against them but fails. shaking my head slowly, i'm riled up in anger at izabella with my heart shattered for shane. my anger moments from exploding, along with my arms crossed, i bite my lip to stop myself from lashing out profanities at izabella. i then watched the way shane's facial expressions and body language changed. 

"i'm so sorry..." 

pff, she has the audacity to apologise? now? nah-uh, no thank you miss bitch! especially when she isn't actually sorry at all, i can't stand for this anymore. kian and nicky both realise, trying to hold me back, grabbing my shoulder as i push them both off and away, marching forward, towards the girl that claimed she was "irish", irish my arse, she's not a true irishwomen. 

"...i'm sorry to interrupt but, i do not think you are sorry at all, izabella!" i growl in anger, walking away from the spot where me and the other four lads were watching at the door frame that we were all leaning on minutes ago - izabella making eye contact with me, her eyes rolling 

"what do you mean? how dare you say that i'm not sorry, gianna. i really am sorry, am i not allowed to apologise to my boyfriend?" izabella responds, her anger matching mine as i bite my lip, inches from having the shot at smacking her fake irish face all the way back to the furthest point of the country as i go to shut her up 

the boys, shane included watch me in horror as i start, "i don't think you have the audacity to call shane your boyfriend anymore, izabella. i mean, you did agree with him when he said that he knows how he sees the way you look at this other guy that you're now so head-over-heels in love with. you agree that you're no longer in love with shane. so, i think that means that you can no longer call shane "yours" anymore. i mean, not that you had ownership over him in the first place since he's his own person but, now it's, how i say it, official, that you don't own him now that you two aren't together anymore! and before you say otherwise, i'm his best friend, i've known him longer, way longer than you have so, stay away from shane, you have no place in being here anymore, now go away. before i shove you back to where you belong, izabella o'connell!" i speak, anger spilling from my mouth as i intimidate her, lunging forward before she huffs, rolls her eyes and then storms out of the house, not before commenting another snarky comment though 

"oh, and i hope the door hits you on the way out as well!" i chuckle as she slams the door loudly behind her, making me chuckle as well as the other lads, trying to hold it back before i remember my best friend, wasting no more time in checking if he was okay 

looking towards his bandmates, i'm suddenly unsure where shane went, "where'd he go, mark?" i ask after realising that he wasn't where he was beforehand as mark tells me since he had seen the older lad storm out 

"he's gone upstairs, he's absolutely devastated gianna, he did love her. i think he needs his best friend to comfort him and give him a hug or three," mark's worried look was then joined by another three from nicky, kian and bryan as i nodded my head, knowing what i needed to do straight away as i dashed up the stairs 

not going to lie though, going up to shane's room, alone, scares me as honestly, i have the biggest crush on shane like it was a secret! but, the moment, ever since he fell in love with izabella, i, of course, had to hide it away from him because i was his best friend. however, i think i was coming towards the stage of not being able to hide it like i used to. especially considering it was technically my fault as to why izabella and shane broke up, at this point though, i just had to shove my fear up my arse and take care of my best friend - take care of shane. 

"knock knock, hello? is there a shane steven filan behind this door?" i knocked softly, trying to give myself some comedic flare and make him laugh 

hearing some shuffling, sniffling and moving around, i hear shane unlock his bedroom door. i smiled softly at the fact that my little greeting had worked. however, it still gave me some worry as i slowly opened his door, allowing myself to walk into his room. and, as soon as i saw the boy, he looked awful. he was the saddest i'd ever seen him, exactly how mark had described it. his normally well-styled or fluffy hair was messy, his face was red, blotchy and puffy, his eyes even more puffy and red and, it looked as if he'd been physically forcing himself to hold back tears before he no longer could and just completely lost it. 

i know it was a stupid question to ask but, sometimes, it needs to be asked, "you alright?" i whispered softly as i sat next to shane, resting my hand on his thigh as he breathes heavily before responding 

"how do you look at the girl you love and tell yourself it's time to walk away?"

fuck, that made my heart shatter. as, technically speaking, his and izabella's break up was to some degree my fault entirely. all i found myself able to do was shake my head, not really sure how to answer his seemingly unanswerable question unless it was asked rhetorically. 

"i...i don't know shane i--"

"--i hope one day i can love the way that you love me,"

cutting me off, shane and i hear the voice of the one girl that we thought i had told specifically to leave. she was outside the bedroom door. it was izabella, of course, it was, i mean, who else would say that? it certainly wouldn't be any of the westlife lads, even though mark has a high voice, none of them even sound like a girl, even if they tried. 

"i--" 

"--it's okay shane, i'll deal with her, just, stay here," i whispered, giving him a small, comforting kiss as i stood up from the bed where we were sitting as i walked over to the door 

i opened the door and close it again quickly. izabella then looked up, a smile on her face thinking it was shane, haha, sike bitch. at the realisation that it was me instead of shane, her smile went away as her breathing suddenly became quicker and as though she was fearful. 

"you figured it out once. you'll do it again,"

i respond to izabella's oh-so-important question as he rolls her eyes and bites her lip as she becomes somewhat agitated. i cross my arms over my chest as izabella opens her mouth again. 

"can i please just talk to shane and explain myself, please gianna?" izabella asks, almost in a beg as i roll my eyes, moving even closer towards his bedroom door, preventing izabella from going near it 

"no, you can't izabella. you've said what you've said and now it's time for you to leave, again. there is no you and shane anymore. you've broken his heart into tiny little pieces, izabella. i think it's time you leave before you break it into even more pieces if that's even possible after what you've already broke..." i trail off as izabella then grunts in frustration like a toddler, finally making her give up as she walks down the stairs, escorting herself out of the house with the other lads keeping a close eye on her 

"...fine then, gianna, i'll leave..." izabella whispers, anger evident in her voice as i watch her walk down the stairs and out of the house, not once removing eye contact just in case she dare try again 

i breathe a sigh of relief as i watch from the landing of the stairs as kian locks the door so she couldn't come in again, nicky and bryan making sure she walked away from the house. i then rest for a quick minute against the door before opening it back up and walking back inside. just hoping and praying that shane didn't hear any of that and that he was somewhat okay again. 

"...shane, i'm sorry that you had to hear that i--" 

"--shane? shay? where are you?" after walking back from the staircase and into shane's room, shane was no longer sitting on his bed, where i told him to stay, cutting myself off as i started to call out for shane 

he could not have gone far, as there was no way i could have missed out on feeling, hearing and seeing him walk out of the bedroom door whilst izabella and i was talking. 

so where did he go? i mean, maybe the bathroom or the balcony... the balcony! that's it! 

i was right. shane was on the balcony, overlooking the city below us whilst the wind messed up his already grief-styled hair. it was where he always went when something suddenly had become too overwhelming and hard for him to deal with. so he'd always go out there to see if he could clear his head and get some fresh air. of course, how could i ever forget that? i rush through his moderately large bedroom to where the doors to his balcony were and, as suspected, the curtains that covered the doors were wide open, as were the doors themselves. 

i breathed another breath of relief in knowing that he was okay and that the boys and i didn't need to file a missing persons report and send out a search party! i then walked out onto the balcony to check on him. i mean, who knows how this poor boy was feeling as i certainly didn't. for, i was only able to assume due to how he was acting and responding to everything. just because i've been his best friend since infancy, doesn't mean i always know his emotions and what he's feeling at every moment of every day. 

"you okay, shane?" i ask softly as i hear a soft sniffle before shane turns around, he looked like more of a mess, his face was covered in tears, trying to obviously hide the fact that his hands were violently trembling 

my face softened as i straight away felt sympathetic and heartbroken for my best friend as he then broke my heart even more. 

"no..." he whispered as he sniffles again, a small tear gliding his cheek as i reached up to wipe it away, making him softly shudder at my touch, immediately making me remove my hand

 "...i am so sorry shane, i shouldn't have said anything. i should have just let you guys talk it out in a mature conversation, it's all my--" 

"--no, gianna, don't put the blame on yourself, please. i actually wanted to thank you for stepping in. i...i don't think i could have done it on my own. i had invited izabella over so i could end it with her, because, i realised that she was no longer in love with me and, the guy she's been fawning over recently is the better one for her because he's already told her that if she wants him, she can't flaunt him and only be with him for his "money" and she agreed, which was something i didn't do because i didn't think i'd have to. i just wish it wasn't this painful..." shane trailed off as more tears streamed down his cheeks as he closed his eyes, countless more tears taking their escape routes down his cheeks as i looked at him in shock, i couldn't believe that this is what izabella had done to him 

"...of course you wish it wasn't this painful shane, you loved her. but, she lost that ages ago and whilst it's normal and i shouldn't be mad at her, i am so mad at her because she kept you along for the ride for way too long and because i do think she only dated you because of the fact you're in westlife and you're famous now. you were her little trophy, shane and i hated that i let you go through all of that when i could have very clearly stopped it the first time i noticed what was going on. she should have done it sooner rather than later than holding on to you whilst she made love with that horny bastard who, whilst applause for immediately setting boundaries, in my opinion, isn't as attractive as you are anyway..." i trailed off as shane tearfully giggled at my comment which then made me giggle too 

forgetting about the tissue box in my hand until i looked down, i then held it in front of him so he could grab a couple of them and clean up his face. smiling down at it with slight embarrassment, he grabbed a couple of them and cleaned himself up. after that, he grabbed a third one as tears continued to steadily stream down his cheeks as he then spoke up. 

"...it's okay, i guess it taught me a lesson," shane spoke softly as he wiped away the next couple of tears with the tissue in his hand as i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion 

"what do you mean? what lesson could it have taught you other than to never trust pretend irish girls that don't treat you right but, also don't laugh at your obviously funny jokes?" i question as once again, i make shane genuinely laugh as i once again, start to laugh at my own comment 

"whilst she was very funny, kind and maybe you're right, it did make me realise that, i don't think i was in love with her either. i mean, i loved the idea but, i think the girl i was in love with the entire time wasn't her but, it was you," shane spoke softly, just like he always did as i looked at him in shock 

did my childhood best friend, westlife popstar, shane steven filan just say out loud that he's in love with me? 

"shane, i...i am flattered, really i am, but are you sure you were in love with me the entire time?" i questioned as shane nodded his head as he moved a little closer as i followed his lead, moving closer to him 

"yes, i just did all those lovey-dovey things with izabella because, i stupidly thought she'd love those things back when really, i don't think she even knows how to love someone other than herself..." shane trails off as he now makes me giggle with his comment 

"...shane, i...i don't know what to say i'm--" 

"--then don't say anything at all, and kiss me, i love you gianna,"

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awe this was cute and it kind of ended with a little sweet moment of shane and gianna kissing! also, this was a lot shorter than the other one-shots recently but, i just thought this was way too cute not to write and i didn't want to do another completely depressing one-shot so i did this one. however, in saying that though, i have another sweet/sad one for nicky next so, look out for that! 

ok ily bye xx

wc; 3231

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[danggerine]

going insane thinking about the harrow and palamedes friendship. harrow, who has never met another necromancer her age forming a bizarro 3D chess rivalry while pal worries about her safety at every possible turn. harrow, who is up to her eyebrows in paranoia and secrecy, trusting the sixth house with gideon unconscious and hurt, letting them into the ninth house quarters unsupervised. if “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” is goth for i love you, “death first to vultures and scavengers” has got to be goth for i love you (platonic). pal’s first reaction when harrow comes into his bubble in the river is to scoop her up in a hug, and at this point she doesn’t remember anything about him because cutting out all her memories of gideon is impossible without cutting out memories of the sixth, but she still makes him a skelehand to inhabit anyway. when harrow’s memories are finally whole, she tells dulcinea she couldn’t face pal knowing that his pen pal girlfriend died on her account, but the next time she “faces” him, palamades’s soul is in someone else’s body and harrow’s body is full of nona’s soul. he spends six months protecting and caring for harrow’s body (and nona obv), believing in the possibility of bringing her back to it the same way cam believed in him. “god, do you know i miss harrow terribly.” and by the time harrow comes back to her body at the very end of ntn, pal is gone forever, fully pauled. the last time harrow and palamades see each other as their complete selves is in canaan house, alive and unlyctored. two of the smartest and loneliest people in the solar system meet each other in the worst of circumstances and spend the rest of the story dancing around each other as fragments of themselves, trying to care about each other in the interim but never fully meeting like they did the first time. a friendship made almost entirely of missing the other person. “do you know i miss harrow terribly.” god. i need to lie down

[chaos-bringer-13]

I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guy™

Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.

Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.

We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.

And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.

It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?

Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.

[frodo-a-gogo]

Let us be brutally honest with ourselves and with eachother for a moment. If he weren't obese you motherfuckers would be capable of percieving evrart claires sexy sexy moral ambiguity and complex charms

[brother-emperors]

something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.

it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.

and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.

edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.

Perseus, Daniel Ogden

Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet

[bubblingsteam]

[milkywayes]

GARRUS VAKARIAN: DATABASE IMAGE ACCESS. > PT. 1 : 2160, 2166, 2170. > all files backdated according to user preferences: (terran_coordinated.calendar).

[thebrainrotsreal]

Freeing myself from the shackles of an organized comic format to get this idea out of my head!! Also, just follow the numbers if the layout is too confusing otherwise, but basically I want Spectra to be Jazz's Nemesis so bad. It just makes sense.

SO: the hypothetical episode's showdown would be them battling, and no Danny, he's already got beef with a packers obsessed billionaire. Now, Spectra's got the high ground with overwhelming power, but she's sloppier and easily irritated because of it! Jazz then outsmarts her, getting her angry enough to make enough mistakes to be corned and canned by the thermos.

Also minor spelling error ugh, meant to put "no one could", not "no could".

[just-null]

wrestling to be the first to greet you (they broke into your house)

[stealingyourbones]

Every day i read a post where people write that “Bruce Wayne has an adoption problem” or that Danny is adoption bait on the first second of seeing him, not even knowing if he has a want of vengeance and a sad backstory and parallels to Bruce, and every day I want to softly cry in a corner.

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

[feelo-fick]

chilaios telepathy compilation. btw.

also these ones arent telepathy i just think its fun that they defend eachother + are on the same page about alchohol :

[hydrachea]

Thinking about Robin and Sunday's halos.

About how Robin's halo isn't a closed circle, but more like a branch forming a circular shape, where the start and stem don't touch. It's also uneven in shape and splits into three flowers, like it's allowed to grow freely, unobstructed. Something about Robin having left Penacony and having escaped the confines of her cage, being able to flourish. About her being able to let people in, and connect to them.

Meanwhile Sunday stayed behind to be the head of the Oak family and conform to the strict role that's expected of him, and his halo is a perfectly symmetrical shape that's practically fully closed off. It's sharp, almost more like a crown of thorns than a halo. And it almost doesn't have any openings to let anything, or anyone, in easily. It actively discourages getting close to it.

And then if you want to get sappy about, which I will - Sunday doesn't let anyone in, with that almost completely sealed, thorny halo of his... But there's an opening in Robin's halo, and so it can fit around Sunday's. Something about him always being able to find solace in her, because there's room for him in her (halo) heart always, by design.

Anyway I'm not normal about them.