More Snippets. Working on another one-shot as we speak, or rather as I type.
Results of episode 27 of "Hello Megan!"
"I wouldn't try that if I were you."
The toasted warm treat was poised under Aqualad's mouth, ready for consumption.
"Why's that?" He asked shooting his adviser a quizzical look.
Artemis snickered, a coy smile playing at her lips.
"Well, M'gann thought today was a perfect day to experiment and added a special ingredient to her batch of cookies. It may or may not contain egg shells. Maybe a little bit of pepper there as well."
Kaldur quirked his brow, looking both thoroughly amused and confused and dropped the treat back into the plate.
He turned his attention on the archer, who just shrugged.
"She watched and episode of "Hello Megan!" Apparently, the lead girl was baking cookies and she added a bunch of godforsaken ingredients that have no right in being in a cookie batch. Miraculously, the cookies ended up being the best baked confectioneries ever made. " Sensing that none of this mad sense to the Atlantean, she quickly added, "Yup, confusion ensues. You know, maybe we shouldn't let M'gann watch that show too often- for our own safety."
"Agreed. Would you like to join me for lunch? Perhaps we could find something that is safe to consume."
A smile was present on her face and she found it refreshing as he was playing along, maybe even humoring her to a small degree.
"I'd like that. Oh, and Kaldur? You don't have to dump those cookies. Baywatch might get a little peckish later."
Preference
After all the excitement that was raised during the aftermath of the mission, Artemis ultimately decided that she treasures the simple things in life.
She prefers a cup of hot tea over the cold frostbite temperature caused by fighting Mr. Freeze.
She prefers sitting down on the sofa, in the comfort of mount justice and her friends rather than sitting on a stiff seat of the bioship amongst heroes.
She prefers those trivial arguments with Wally over Kidflash's scientific instructions.
Yet, if she would have to choose, she'd pick the dark webbed hands that held her fast and tight, the deep smooth baritone voice that issued fast strategies which slipped into Atlantean language when pressured, the ghost like smile that tried to assure her everything was under control, than to a broken team, the dark cloud over the home base and the absence of a leader.
Personal Statement
The atmosphere was filled with dark sickening volcanic ash. The explosion was still ringing in both their ears and it certainly did not improve both of their moods as the new assembled juvenile team crooned of their success.
"We nailed those so called heroes!" Icicle Junior declared triumphantly. Turning to face Kaldur in the eye, he smirked. "Looks like you are fit to be the leader of the team. You're a natural." With that he walked off toward the rest of the team.
She didn't know what possessed her to do it but Tigress took hold of Aqualad's gloved hand frantically. She gave a tight squeeze. She knew those words that Junior stated had not meant anything to Aqualad yet effected him all the same. Those same exact words that a little bird had told him long ago seemed unfitting to come out of the villain's mouth. Those words should not have been ushered to praise the destruction of the place the team loved the most when they were young.
But when she sees his eyes traveling toward what used to be their base, those eyes that lightly trace the outline of what used to be before focusing it's gaze upon her, she knew it had not be easy nor natural for him to do what he had just done. When he returns a lighter squeeze, she knows that if he could, he would have left their sanctuary enclosed and intact with what it used to have. That is all the reassurance she needs.
Empty eyes
She shone the light emitted from the small flashlight she held, but all attempts to gain a flicker from his eyes were in vain. Meagan's rage had not spared him.
He had beautiful stormy gray eyes before. Granted, they were still in his possession. They used to flicker and dart around his sockets, showing off his alertness to any situation. Now, they remain there, quite still and motionless. The conscience that laid deep inside those orbs could not be reached.
She noted how he's given up almost everything that used to have meaning to him - Atlantis, the team, his loyalty to his king- And it was expected for him to do so. Yet perhaps it was just in her selfish obscurity that caused her refusal to believe that he had also risk giving up something that meant everything to her.