AN:
Here's the second set of prompts. I have around 16 left now, I think. Most of these turned out to be Robin-centric but what do you expect from a girl with my user name? ;)
I posted my finger stripe drawing as the cover for this story cuz some people asked me to.
Enjoy, and please review!
~Zara
Companion:
Falling. Again. Down, down, down to the ground, graceful even in free fall.
Graceful graceful graceful graceful grayson-
He wakes with a gasp. There's pain in his chest, a dark hole growing larger as it gnaws at him, and it hurts so bad, so, so bad.
But there are arms around him. Strong, warm, loving arms, and they hold him as he pants. He presses his face into the strong chest and squeezes his eyes shut and it hurts so, so bad but he feels the tiniest bit better. Because someone else shares his pain, someone else understands.
He's not alone.
Move:
Forward. Backward. Forward. Backward.
He swings to gain momentum and then he's off. Launching himself off the bar, contorting his body in ways that others could only dream of. A quick midair three-sixty, spinning like a nail being pushed by drill. And then another. He unfolds his limbs and commences a flip with his toes pointed in front of him, and then catches the second bar.
He does a double. Then a triple, because he can. He loves this. There're no words to describe the elation he feels as he twists and tumbles through the air, poetry in motion.
He's free.
Silver:
He leads her to the clearing in the forest that they always love going to. He has his hands over her teal eyes as he walks behind her, but she knows where they are; the smell of lilacs and roses is unmistakable.
It's slightly breezy and her fiery hair flutters slightly in the springtime air. Finally, they stop and he uncovers her eyes.
Sure enough, they're in the forest, but there is a chair sitting in the middle of the clearing with white roses scattered around it artfully and he leads her over to it. She sits and suddenly he's kneeling in front of her, holding a small velvet box. In it sits a silver ring with a large diamond atop it.
Silver. Silver, because he knows she hates gold, can't stand it. His lips are moving, baby blues searching her face for a reaction but she reaches down and captures his lips, silencing him, because the answer to his question is clear.
Yes.
Prepared:
It had all started with Artemis complaining subtly about her hands being dry because of the harsh winter winds.
Now, they all sit dumbfounded as Robin pulls item after item from his belt. Their mouths are agape but they can't help it because oh god, he just pulled out a mini hair dryer.
The Boy Wonder looks at it for a moment, grumbling, and then tosses it over his shoulder to the steadily growing pile of paraphernalia. It joins the pencil sharpener, water balloon, pocket dictionary, box of chalk, and gum.
"Aha!" he says finally. He's holding a small bottle of Nivea hand lotion with almond oil. "Use this, Artie, and your hands'll never feel dry again!"
Knowledge:
"Where are we?" Zatanna asks, looking around at the unfamiliar landscape.
"We are in the eastern most part of Romania, which is located exactly at the intersection of Central and Southeastern Europe with the coordinates of 44'25 North and 26'06 East and has a population of about 22 million. Bună ziua," Robin added, nodding at a passing man. He looked around to see his team staring. "What?"
Denial:
He couldn't stand her. He hated her. Just thinking about her made him feel woozy. Wait, what? No, not woozy, nauseous. Yeah. That.
She was so snippy, so snarky, so irritating, with dark eyes that gleamed whenever she was arguing with him and tan skin that looked so soft and long, long golden hair that was like sunshine and-
Smelled. Yeah. Her hair wasn't pretty, it smelled.
Like coconuts…
Wind:
He almost let out a groan of exasperation because his cape had just flapped onto his face again. It was so breezy that the fire-resistant fabric kept fluttering and landing on his face.
His mentor stood beside him, watching his young ward with professionally hidden amusement. His own cape was much too heavy for the wind to move over his head.
Dick huffed, sitting down on the edge of the building's roof and crossing his arms. His cape fluttered again but this time, he left it there.
I hope it was easy to tell who each prompt was about! I tried to make it clear without specifying.
These are so much fun :)
Reviewwwww
~Zara
