[[AU Independent 26 y.o. Lance Bruner RP Blog. Not OC. Will RP with anyone.]]
[[**Has the Sin Demon of Wrath**]]
[[Please read the About page]]
[[Will get NSFW. Won't really use Read Mores unless my partner does. Expect triggers, I will attempt to remember to use warnings; his childhood wasn't butterflies and rainbows.]]
[[FC: Colton Haynes
TeenFC: Kenton Duty
Fem!FC: Yvonne Strahovski]]
[[M!A: none]]
[[Batman: Brave and the Bold #83]]
*BADLY INJURED BY KILLER CROC on 4/12*
look at the way the man’s expression, in the background, softens when they kiss
there’s too much cute in this one gif
awhh now beat eachother senseless.
(Green Arrow & Black Canary - 14)
YES
Stay right there
With your shirt off
This is important…
My cat brought us a present today. I have never seen a rabbit SO angry.
let me out u lil shit
Damian Wayne, folks.
I know…I’ll be in my corner…_(:’3J Z)_
This is how it goes down, you see.
((I did not see this coming … ;; ))
for jack
Death has a day off.
Cuz everyone needs Death dancing on their blog
WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS
is that…IS THAT JOHN FUCKING BARROWMAN PULLING MARK BLOODY SHEPARD INTO HIS LAP AND HUGGING HIM?!
HOLY FUCKBALLS!!!!!
yup. therefore i must reblog again.
A lonely god. |
Lance stalked up the hill towards where he knew Jason’s grave was; how could he not? It wasn’t like this was the first visit, or the second, the third… the fiftieth was a couple years ago… He’d honestly lost track of how many times he’d visited. The difference of today was? He didn’t have Jay with him. Normally, he’d have Jaybaby with him to visit Jaynotbaby - every time, Jay’d have to take him away before he started bawling because… even if he wasn’t his Jason, he was still one of his Jasons… and he was as important to him as Jason was to Jay.
The dancer made his way over to Jaynotbaby’s grave, his steps slowing as he approached the headstone. He’d really, really never been to it alone; just approaching it without Jaybaby with him was killing him. Finally, he made it to the front of Jason’s grave, sinking down to sit in front of the headstone and crossing his legs, shoving his hands down into his lap, quietly staring in front of him for the longest time, eyes trailing along the letters chiseled into the stone - like before, always like before.
Jason Peter Todd.
Son, Brother, Hero.
He’d always be a hero, honestly. Always would be, and nothing was going to change Lance’s mind about that.
“Hey, Jason…” he started, then cleared his throat, trying to swallow the lump that was trying to prevent him from speaking.
“Ah.. Jay’s not here with me this time; he’s okay, though, he’s just… he’s just doing something right now… So I figured I’d come by without him first; I’ll come later with him though, okay?” he snapped his mouth shut, pressing his teeth together, closing his eyes as he felt the burn of tears that wanted to make themselves known.
Dammit, he wasn’t even saying anything emotional!
“I know, I know… He doesn’t like it when I even so much as mention coming here alone, right? Especially today.” a nervous laugh left him and he nodded a bit, uncrossing his legs and splaying them out in a ‘V’ before him, his eyes drifting down to directly in front of him, where he knew Jason’s head was resting, “I’m… I’m really pissed at you, you know? You’re younger than me, but you’re gone - again. You’re younger than me, and you’re smarter than I am, hell… you had more potential than I ever did but here you are… you’re supposed to bury me.”
His voice cracked and he pressed his lips together, unable and unwilling to prevent the tears from welling in his eyes; he raised a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose between crook of his forefinger and the pad of his thumb, releasing a hitched sigh as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Breathe. 10, 9, 8, 7… 6… 5… 4…
Lance dropped his hand, swallowing thickly as he opened his eyes.
3… 2…
The blonde inhaled deeply through his mouth, tilting his head back as he closed his mouth and looked up at the sky, feeling a stray rain drop land on his face, and then another as he released the breath slowly through his nose.
1.
“You’re missing a lot, you know… Everyone misses you… No one’s the same… Jay misses you a lot, I know that… B misses you… don’t get me started on Roy or Kory or the rest of the family…” he chuckled lightly, biting his lip as rain started to pitter patter around him, on him, “I miss you…”
Lance swallowed thickly again, staring at the gravestone.
“You better be in fucking Heaven, you asshole. It’s what you deserve, it’s where you belong. ‘Cause I swear to fucking… I don’t know, pizza… if you’re in Hell and demons are fucking torturing you - when I die, I’m going to find a damn way to get you where you do belong.”
The rain was quickly becoming a downpour but the dancer couldn’t be bothered to be upset that he didn’t have an umbrella with him.
“I want you to come back.. I’m not the only one… but you’re my brother, and I know you wouldn’t forgive me if I tried to bring you back…” he snorted softly, the sniffled, his tears easily blending with the rain water as he became drenched, “So I’ll just stick to talking to your grave or somethin’, ‘kay? I’ll tell you what a horrible person you are for leaving…” he paused, bit his lip as he tried to suppress a small sob, inhaled sharply and breathed out heavily.
“…and tell you how missed you are… and I’ll tell you about the next generation… how some of them remind me you and Jay, both…” he didn’t suppress the sob in time this time around; his hands fisting in the grass between his thighs, “…how brave they are like you…” he trailed off, voice cracking as he attempted to regain control of his breathing.
He heard the familiar footsteps of Jay approaching him, but didn’t bother to look up, even as the umbrella was over his head suddenly and the younger man was pulling him to his feet with a soft, “C’mon, Lanny…” As he was pulled to his feet, though, he did bow his head and smash his face into Jay’s shoulder, slinking soaked arms around his midsection.
The gunman sighed, and ran his fingers through drenched blonde locks before shaking his hand of the water, lazarus blue-induced eyes trailing over the headstone, “Hey asshole… we’ll be back a little later. Jerkface here tried to wake you up at freaking 5 am, can you believe that?” his tone was a little softer than it normally would have been, one arm wrapped around Lance, the other holding the umbrella above them. He snorted softly, “Get some more rest, huh? We’ll be back at a more reasonable time.”
Giving another sigh and a lingering look at the grave, Jay turned to guide Lance back towards the entrance of the cemetary, leaving Jason to rest.
// THANKS FOR MAKING ME CRY ;n;
