30DD: Companion - Brennan and BennieBren shrugged a tee shirt on over his bruised torso, leaving his contacts in for once. The mission had been a success, thanks to Kaldur's quick thinking, and Artemis' exceptional aim. It would have been finished quicker if Bennie hadn't been in the infirmary.The teen sighed and tied his sneakers up, jogging down the hall from his room, passing Wally in the kitchen only to take a sharp left into the infirmary. Chey was talking to M'gann, and both girls snickered as Bren passed. He made a mental note to talk to his big sister later about that, but his other big sister needed him.The doors of the infirmary swung open, and the first thing he saw was green. Bennie was hunched over in her bed, mohawk flopping down over her eyes as she flipped a page, cigarette between her lips."Didn't Batman tell you to stop smoking?" he said, strolling in. Her grey eyes flicked up to him, blanker then usual. She snorted and took a long drag before tossing it in the trash can with a sigh."Can't remember,
30DD: Future - Dash and Roman"Don't you see a future with us Rome?" Dash said thoughtfully, kicking his feet up on the lunch table. Roman almost spat her juice out, her normally composed face slack-jawed as she turned to look at the mostly unwelcome boy sitting next to her."What?" she said, blinking grey eyes at him."I'm serious." he shrugged, "I'm probably your like, only friend here, I'm a guy, you're a girl, stuff could happen!""Did it ever occur to you that I don't like boys?" she said darkly, mopping up the slight mess on the table. Dash raised an eyebrow and his grin widened."Do you?""I don't know," she sighed, "Does it matter?""Well, do you like me?""I'm not answering that Dashiell."He groaned, leaning back with a sigh. "Don't call me that,""It's your name, isn't it?" she muttered, turning back to her salad. "And while we're at it, don't call me Rome.""But it's pretty!" Dash said, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "Anyway Rome, would you ever date me?""Not if we were the last people on
30DD: Prepared - VicEvery day after Academy training Vic and Glory went straight to the gym. There was no time to rest, he always said. They could be Reaped any year.Every day was devoted to a different activity, for overall physical perfection. Vic trained hard, he trained relentlessly. Only the strong survive, it was proven year after year.Every day he would spar with Cato. Cato was the biggest, he was the strongest. He might not be the smartest, but if Vic could beat him (which he did once), then he could win.Every day, Glory would make him calm down, put the knife away and take a seat. She always said a clear head was better then sore muscles. Vic took her advice, but only because he loved her.Every day in the Arena, his training paid off. He was strong, he was smart, and he had the drive to win. In the end though, it was love that brought him down.
30DD: Thousand - Team BriteliteIt wasn't that Freya was weak, it was just that her friends got over-protective.Jean was already a protective sort. She didn't show it often, but when faced with people insulting her friends, well, that person didn't always get to leave in their right mind.Nazz stood up for anyone and everyone, but with Freya, well, she took it a few steps further. No one would be bullying the daughter of Eros when she was around.Ivy was the mama-bear of the group. She would yell at others, and cradle Freya close, despite the fifteen-year-old's protests. Ivy would keep going, yelling at them, waving her sword, and Freya would finally have to calm her friend down.When the bullies left, Freya would ask Ivy why she was so protective. Ivy always said she wouldn't let anything bad to the people she loved, and kissed Freya's forehead, and went off to do something else.And it happened thousands of times, where the four of them would stand up for each other, against all odds.
30DD: Thanks - Brennan and ZatannaBrennan took a deep breath and sent another punch at the dummy, breaking it in two. He smiled bitterly, examining his bruising knuckles of his left hand, the right already having been bleeding for some time.He flexed his fingers and concentrated again, the blue energy crackling uncontrolled around his fists, and he raised his hand to punch the next dummy. He was ready for the crunch of knuckles, the sting of pain, and the satisfying decapitation of the eighth dummy. Seems like Bennie had rubbed off on him after all.Bren laughed out loud, a harsh sound, broken and strained, and he pulled back, sending his fist flying towards the dummy."You need help." Zatanna said, her hand outstretched, maintaining the force field. Bren turned toward the younger girl, his hair falling in his eyes."This is helping.""No, it clearly isn't." she said, releasing the force field. Bren lost his balance and stumbled forward, collapsing on the floor with a small groan. "You haven't eaten or slept in days.
crystal hearts and weeping eyesi weep for you.for all you knewfor all you never wanted to know.you sit there in maudlin ignorancea stash of blank pages crestfallen on your deskand i weep.they think you a maverick"Rebel," they say.but we know better, you and iwith our crystal hearts and weeping eyesi still weep for youfor this pain will never goit's going to shatter this transparent heartinto a thousand stellar pieces,scatteredby the vaunted wind
up thereWhen shining down upon the Earth with light,Those stars, a herald of the coming nightCan show with crystal clarity, the world.Illuminated, they gleam like pearlsFastened in a diadem atop a lady's head.These celestial bodies for which there is no endWill mesmerize the crashing waves,Set the vaunted winds to shame.But fret not, don't make such a crestfallen face my dear,For the cache of stars above won't leave,Held tightly in the thrall of all love.
30DD: Letters - Grant and RajaShe hadn't written him back in a month.Grant knew she was travelling, and she was busy with Alex doing whatever training they were doing, but she couldn't find two minutes to write him a damn letter? They'd been on their way to becoming real friends, instead of just with benefits. She'd broken that off (and his heart in two) when she'd left, but he'd hoped that maybe, maybe, she'd try to keep in touch.That clearly wasn't working. She'd written him fine while she was in Dublin, hanging out with Irma all the while. Auckland and Tokyo had taken longer, but her letters hadn't been months late.Maybe she'd just decided to stop writing him. After all, fervent declarations of love from a werewolf weren't exactly what a Nephilim wanted to hear. And maybe, maybe, it was time for him to move on.
30DD: Silver - RomanRoman had never liked the small beauty mark on her chin. People's eyes always landed there, just below her lips. She hated how it made her face unsymmetrical, unbalanced.She hated being unbalanced. That's why she always wore two skis.So, when she was 14, Roman got her lip pierced.Just a simple hoop, one small piercing on the left side of her lip, perfectly symmetrical with her beauty mark. Only a silver hoop, and it wasn't like there was some giant green spike on one end.She didn't see why her mother had made such a big fuss.