#sunlightreverie

[skysplita]

@sunlightreverie asked: you have no idea what you’re starting .

In the permeating cold that seemed to emanate through the ship's centuries - old frame, that clung to the dilapidated cryo chambers and age - rusted light fixtures like a distantly - dreamed - of morning frost, the defensive, dismissive shove of Echo's fingers around Octavia's wrist left behind it a simmering, pinpricking heat; A spark, like touching live wire after feeling nothing for so long. An aftershock, almost, that nearly rivaled Octavia's initial, untested foray into her personal space — beside her, in the confines of the bunk she'd chosen — that, for a too brief moment, dulled the throb lacing her bruised knuckles.

The offense in question — the uncertain skim of her mouth against Echo's — had been feather - light and fleeting. So was the glance she afforded her, in the dim light; a look no longer hardened by the blood on her hands, or by the too recent memory of war, but splintering under it. A dark - eyed one, weighted by a yearning for something like comfort — for connection —, too strange, too insidious to really dig into in the long shadow of the deaths of everyone they'd ever known.

Naming it, whatever it was that'd started the task of needling at her skin from the inside out, hardly mattered in comparison.

" They're all gone, Echo, " she yielded in return, any vulnerability she might've felt in the moment half - cloaked under invisible, yet unstable armor. " I don't know anything anymore. "

[danviers]

@sunlightreverie asked: " look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. " - from lena

Drawing the zenith of her attention from the glass dangling loosely from her hand, — a habit that'd lessened in recent months, but that still stuck the same way that gunpowder residue did, the same way some grudges did — Alex offered a glance that clung to a certain sombreness that not even the furrow in her brow could diminish. An underlying sense of sympathy that hadn't always been there.

" I haven't always agreed with the things that you've done, " she supplied. Myriad. The numerous experiments she'd conducted just to watch Reign come alive in Sam's violated skin — the secrets she'd kept along the way. The kinds of endeavours that might have painted her in the same light as her infamous brother in the public's eyes. " But I know you, Lena. You have a good heart. ”

[am4zon]

@sunlightreverie said: i've been lying my entire life. - From Trish

This beacon of truth does not shudder to think of a LIE. One of many, many lessons Diana has learnt over the last century is that truth is a privilege few can accept. It is her place to offer guidance, to fight for peace, not to judge. For if judgement is what this life is about, they shall all fall short. They shall all fail this test of goodness. (Between us, she'd much rather be the embodiment of love, anyways.)

❝ I know I am supposed to tell you lies corrode the soul. And, they do, perhaps. ❞ But sometimes they are also what helps us survive. Sometimes lies warm us when the truth can only offer to sear us. She doesn't say any of this; instead, she smiles and she hopes Trish can decipher the sincerity she carries. ❝ But if you would ever like to start with the truth, I'm here to listen. ❞

And she'll even leave the lasso behind.

[reignthem]

" was she scared? " enough time has passed that the initial flourish of her anger ( & the denial brandishing it ) has dimmed, dissipating into a brutal undercurrent of fear & shame. she's seen herself on camera, the secret living under her skin an obelisk of destruction making itself known in a blur of twin blazes. the cage is good for her, she thinks, palm pressed against the cold floor. she should be contained.

she folds in, elbows hinging around her knees tucked up, crowded, to her chest. the angles of her body concentrate inward. it's self-preservation, desperate in the awkwardness at striving to restrain itself.

monster. lena's voice is a punishing echo. sam tilts her cheek against the prong of her knee, rough scrubs catching under her eye when she looks at @sunlightreverie " when you went to get ruby. was she scared? "

[graunblida]

@sunlightreverie sent: ❛ How can we live like this? How can anybody live like this? ❜ from Echo

leksa hears the question, but makes no indication of receiving it nor does she show any signs of attempting to answer. hell, she doesn't even look at ekou now. instead, emerald orbs are captivated by the VASTNESS of space beyond the thick glass before them. earth down below, in a form they've never witnessed before. giant, yet still small in a sea of dark and twinkling. they are so tiny and insignificant when compared to the cosmos. all of them are.

here in the space station, there is no wind, no wildlife, or even the comforting sounds of a rushing river. twenty-two years on the ground taken for granted. a feeling of dread slowly sinks in, starting from her shoulders and ending in the pit of her stomach. she might never feel an organic world again.

" i don't know. " are all the words the warrior can form at this time. there has been much to process in the last seventy-two hours. her home is destroyed, her people SCATTERED, her beloved....dead just like the last inconclusive. displaced and surrounded by enemies would have been a challenge a her younger self would have jumped at the chance to conquer. now, she only feels sorrow and emptiness.

[hevives]

what are you the patron saint of ?

patron saint of blood. patron saint of the life that flows through our bodies. patron saint of violence. patron saint of love. something that does not watch over but exists within: not for protection but for vitality. there is no passion without a beating heart at its core. when that heart breaks open, someone has to be responsible for what it bleeds.

tagged by : @skysplita & @sunlightreverie ! tagging : @myhiraeth , @g0dteeth , @waldenstationed , & whoever wants to !

[cam1na]

let me assign you an aesthetic word

supernova. a supernova is a large explosion that takes place at the end of a star's life cycle. it's big, bright and beautiful, although quite sad. if you got this result, i wanna tell you that even if trauma still haunts you - even if you have scars, either on your skin or on your soul, you're still wonderful. you still shine, you're the most incredible work of art in the entire universe. give yourself more credit for all the stuff you've gone through, okay? i'm gonna speak for everyone and thank you for letting us be part of your life.

tagged by: @nursc 💕 tagging: @agcntvasqucz, @sunlightreverie, @beltraised, @burdenheld

[godblooded]

just a post to say @sunlightreverie is a wonderful trish okie goodbye.

[lunaersoul]

@sunlightreverie,  claudia.

          “  do you still like these?  ”  ana had been thinking about it for days since she’d seen them,  the bright flowers poking out of a lonely patch of dirt on the forest floor.  she pulls them out from behind her back,  presenting them to claudia as she swallows back a lump that’s formed in her throat.  she doesn’t know why it would matter and why asking has somehow made her less confident but she was beyond the point of no return.

“  i knew you used to,  i remembered them from your room.  ”  she moves to hand them to her,  flowers held tight within her grip as she holds them out in front of her.  ana clears her throat and laughs awkwardly,  speaking up and trying to keep the anxiety at bay.  “  either way you can use them for something, right?  a potion,  maybe.  ”

[skysplita]

@sunlightreverie asked: come over here and make me , then .

Like the dark expanse of sky, star - studded and alight with the last rays of waning dusk, the very earth itself seemed to glitter with the glisten of crackling firelight and sprawling, indomitable frost; with warped steel from the wreckage of farm station, scattered in the brush, and something almost teasing in Echo's eyes.

Digging her boot - heel into the soil, Octavia raised her fists, the way she'd been taught, practically every night since she'd put the dropship behind her — since she'd pried the blood - stained bindings from her warpainted savior's wrists and let her go, past Bellamy's armed guards, through the pastiche jumble of camp walls. Adjusted her grip on her makeshift bo staff, snatched up from the ground somewhere between Azgeda's border and the river, and shifted with more preparedness than she'd ever felt on the Ark.

More daring than she'd ever been allowed to feel, without the fear of being punished for the crime of existing.

Unhampered by the sweat prickling at her temple, by the exhaustion already settling into her limbs, Octavia made to dash forward, before Echo could make any real move to keep her at arm's length. Knocked into her, hard, the length of her makeshift, practically harmless weapon wedged between their chests, and forced her back, against the rocky carapace that'd shielded them from view.

A first in their training.

" How about now? " she riposted, the breath she let loose rough with fatigue, yet full of mirth; full of victory. " You still think I'm not ready to handle a sword? "

[danviers]

@reignthem asked: ❝ you do not need to hide things from me. ❞

Secrecy, for so long, had been so innately ingrained into the bedrock of everything Alex had known: Every stitch of her teenage years in Midvale, every moment she'd spent deep in the DEO's Californian desert base instead of at the phoney job at the NCU research lab she'd lied about for more than a year — every suppressed, rogue thought she'd ever had that'd made her feel anything but divorced from the idea of romance.

With Sam, forgoing the need for covertness for the total, complete honesty they'd promised one another had been the easiest thing she'd ever done. But still, there remained some things — certain aches, certain scars, particularly the ones that made manifest of her fears of being rendered helpless — that weren't so easily or so painlessly revealed.

Sparing a pithless breath, the weary - eyed glance Alex cast back across the breadth of the couch wasn't without an abundance of quiet contrition.

" I know, " she yielded, the soft rasp of her exhale a surrender of its own. " And I mean — it's just a fever. " A hundred and three degrees, J'onn had warned her, before she'd inevitably, begrudgingly succumbed to his orders to go home. Recuperate. Just like every other agent who'd had the misfortune of being in the near vicinity of the lab when the synthesised kryptonite samples she'd locked away had blown their lead - fortified storage to kingdom come. " But I just — you have a lot on your plate right now, with soccer, and work. And I don't want to add to that. "

[byzcntine]

in a joint effort to take on the city as a collective front, and promote overall business solidarity, ceo's and big wigs from all over national city were invited to schmooze with the best of 'em. catco worldwide and l-corp bound together to throw the gala to end all galas ( outside of the holiday season, of course ) as a show of good intentions and no hard feelings for what was to come. both companies had seen their fair share of mishaps over the years. it was time to rein in a new era.

and of course, this meant fancy dresses and business suits. why wouldn't they be able to do so without donning their best attire? finely sculpted brows were in a consistent state of feigned elation as andrea made her way around the room, complimenting those she could barely even remember, and laughing at jokes that weren't even remotely funny. however much she liked the power, the mere aspect of having to do this for the rest of her life often made her want to throw in the towel. a notion brought on solely by the way morgan edge stared at most of the women in attendance like they were ripe for the picking; the way he hovered over some was rage inducing. or perhaps that was just a pang of jealousy that rose up when she noticed the way he honed in on @sunlightreverie. his eyes never truly leaving the decolletage of the rather form fitting dress she seemingly poured herself into that night. and while she couldn't exactly blame him, that didn't mean she had to like it.

there never really was a time where she was okay with anyone ogling lena — aside from one other person. that of which was currently suited up and making her way around the crowd with so much ease it made the new media mogul wonder what sort of gossip would make its way through the 'powerful' grapevine. @reignthem truly was a force to be reckoned with. that much she had known from the moment she met her. their back and forth sparring had undertones she chose not to acknowledge for quite some time, but that was a thing of the past. some how the woman's charisma and terrible socks weaseled their way in and set up home. the latter being something she wasn't fully prepared to voice aloud, though.

notion of a dance had been made in passing, and never brought up again, until a tap on the shoulder drew andrea from the current mundane conversation she found herself trapped in and towards the center of the room. music had been played throughout the night, leading to laughter and fun along the way, but when the melody changed to something a little more romantic, the crowd had a tendency to thin out. not that anyone could be blamed. they may have been rubbing elbows, but that didn't mean anyone wanted to be linked in such a manner with those around them. thankfully enough, what was about to go down, was something she was very much already entangled with already. she wasn't entirely sure who's idea it was for a shared dance, but there wouldn't be a single complaint heard.

blue hues locked on to those of brown as a smile played at her features. "a filet mignon amongst a bunch of minced meat." her lips curled even more so as arms moved to wrap around sam's figure. with lena busy preparing to give a speech, it left the two of them to be used as a means to represent the bridge between the two companies. "i don't know if i've already said it, or if i’ve said it enough, but you look rather handsome tonight." a hand moved to smooth down the top of the other woman's shirt before wrapping around her back once more.

[reignthem]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. 

" why don’t you come a little closer? " @sunlightreverie is all sin, a plaintive sigh easing after a pair of lips set to her throat & sam can already see the purple blooming darkly in the wake of it. temptation sets its vise on her. she aches to press her fingertips into it as it blossoms.

red lipstick marks alex's collarbone when she dredges away in a curtain of auburn & swollen-eyed desire.

sam's swallow shocks dry from where she lingers at the doorway.

lena's laugh is low-voiced & lascivious, interspersed with the soft sounds of mouths meeting. there's too much skin on display. sam's fingers flinch, itching to trip over a freckle-dappled shoulder blade or reach for the pale curve of a hip.

she's had them both already & yet that does nothing to quench the sharp hit of want that ignites in fierce response to lena's invitation. sam isn't slow to act in moments like this --- she's certain with her hands & the way she kisses is firmly deliberate. but the tableau before her is so richly sensual that spectating is as almost as good as participating.

( & she knows, too, that the sly way lena's lashes flutter open when alex's touch drifts lower is for her benefit. )

when she does make her place at the side of the mattress, she touches the bruise lighting up the thrum of lena's pulse point ; she catches @danviers at the underside of her jaw to kiss her deeply. pulling away leaves them both breathless. " you are a tease, " sam says, fond, leaning to brush her nose in against lena's, a butterfly kiss against her sternum. " ------ maybe i just want to watch, " follows a feather-light skim of her lips before she pulls away, allows an interlude for intimate eye contact with alex, & gently situates them together.

[graunblida]

@sunlightreverie said: ❛ If you die and I live, I’d have nothing. Nobody else that I care about. ❜ From anya :)

it's almost funny that that they've shared similar near death experiences. leksa's certain her mentor will make some sort of quip about her following in the other's footsteps. like seda like seken. if nothing else, it is a testament to how tough trikru women are - bullets only slow them down. " oh, i'm sure you'd find the strength to carry on, " leksa responds with a dismissive yet sluggish hand. she has to move slowly so as to not rip the bandages or reopen her wound. " you love hazing the new recruits. i swear, nothing brings you greater joy. "

a little burst of laughter ( more like a snort, really ) escapes her lips as she recalls training with anya in her youth. there were many scrapes and bruises obtained, but nearly each represented a lesson or experience learned. the older warrior never coddled her or gave her any special treatment. as leksa grew older, she understood this was because her teacher saw the potential in her and held her to a high standard early on.

while the chuckle isn't particularly large, it's enough to cause some pain to radiate along her side. a grimace dominates her features a moment before she is able to carefully adjust on the cot. " if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were getting SOFT. " the little smirk returns to the commander's lips. that one might land her in a bit of trouble, but what will the general do? raise a hand against the already injured heda? an unlikely consequence, but not entirely out of character for her seda. " i'm not dying, anya, " she sighs accompanied by a roll of her eyes. luckily, abby had been summoned in time after the commander was shot. she'd live, but she would have to undergo strict rest and recovery. " but somebody else might be. " a stern expression returned to leksa's face as she prepares to address the elephant in the room. a certain flamekeeper to be precise.

[hevives]

MURPHY CAN HARDLY LOOK AWAY, the sight of a dead man was not something he'd anticipated to run into on his search with echo. on the ground, sure . . . who was this man, he wondered. a father, maybe ? why die here ?

there's a soft nod in agreement, echo's comment pulling him from his thoughts. there's a ghost of a grin that pulls at the corner of his mouth at her question. she certainly was not wrong about monty and raven's near often freak - outs.

" we float 'em. " murphy says. the same fate that'd met his own father, along with countless others on the ring. of course, that was execution. murder.

gaze shifts to echo, and he forgets for a moment that she might not fully understand what he means by that. taking a step toward the man, murphy crouches down at his feet. " help me get him to the airlock chamber, " and almost reluctantly, hands grasp at decaying ankles. oh, how he didn't miss this place.

@hevives asked: ‘ maybe he died of boredom . ’ for echo!

stumbling across a dead body is perhaps the most familiar thing that's happened to echo in the six months that they've lived in space. it took nearly a week for her to reliably open the doors and turn on the artificial lights. even now, she finds herself spending the bulk of her hours aimlessly wandering the ring, waiting for raven to ask her to move heavy boxes or hold equipment, her strength one of the only useful skills she still has on a floating piece of tek. but this...

the leathered skin of the desiccated corpse is no different than that of the pour souls who'd found themselves lost in azgeda's caves, caught in the frozen wasteland of winter and left to rot. with one knee up, one leg stretched out in front of him, murphy's comment is a real possibility. whether he was left behind or stayed by choice, it's easy to imagine why someone here alone would sit down and never get back up again.

"not the most dignified way to go," echo murmurs, crouching down to inspect the body with a slightly closer eye. everything is worth something here, she's learned. "what did you do with your dead? given how much raven and monty panic over the slightest fire, i can't imagine you burned them."

[heroheart]

@sunlightreverie​ said: i saw that bullshit on youtube this morning. / from lena.

            “i mean—”    she starts, like it has anything to add to the conversation. anything related to a  super and a Iuthor  is something she’s been trying to avoid, mostly because she’s not sure if lena even feels that way about her. buzzfeed have been hitting with their top ten Iuthor and a super moments where they’ve made anything close to eyes across the the room together, and ten other minor news outlets have ventured into the same sort of baseless drivel that follows them into the grave. 

(she thinks about it. a lot. she thinks about the first time she met her — the way that she’d yearned for any kind of connection to a woman who’s almost always inaccessible. Iena Iuthor is one hard-to-find woman, and the more they sit and eat fries and burritos together, the more she understands just how... incredible she is. it’s different, this way. earning her trust feels like an entire world away from swooping in with a red cape and a smile because you can bend steel and hope that that’s enough to figure everything out for her.)

“are you two... i mean — do you think about her? in that way?”    the top ten Iuthor-and-a-super moments have made it onto real state-of-the-art hunded-thousand-views-a-day youtube sites and it makes her wonder.

                   “because, you know. i don’t know if it’s bullshit.”