“Come now, my dear. Pain is simply a part of the sacrifice. And it is only temporary, after all.”
He was trying to sound comforting, but him circling you like a lion stalking his prey only made you feel like a deer in headlights. It didn’t help that it was almost pitch black.
“And what makes you think I want to sacrifice for you?” You meant to make it seem defiant but it came out as a meek whisper.
“Darling,” his hand grazed your shoulder from behind and you shuddered. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“You’re a monster.” You said.
Suddenly he was at your front, and his hand was gripping your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
“Remind me,” he said, voice like a smooth caress. “Who saved your life when you were bleeding out in the dirt?”
“Y-you.” You whispered.
“And who would have if not me?” He asked.
“…no one.” You answered.
“Exactly.” He said, seemingly satisfied. He jerked your chin up when you looked away from him. His eyes were glowing. “And you will return the favor.”
Surprising yourself, you nodded. Why did you agree to this? He smiled, baring his fangs like an animal, and sank them into your neck.
Jamie brings the others to meet Damien one day. “He’s an old friend of mine,” he explains, signing as they walk. “And he has a sister. She is very beautiful but also scary.”
The Septics laugh a little to themselves as he goes on excitedly about his and Damien’s friendship, and they’re all grateful to see him happy after all that’s happened recently. They find Damien and Celine on Dark’s floor, chatting as Damien plays Dark’s piano while the other Ego is out in a meeting with Wilford, Host, and Google. The private sessions always tend to make the others nervous, so they’re trying to distract themselves.
Celine looks up and sees them first. “Uh-oh, incoming.”
Damien looks over his shoulder, ceasing his playing as he sees them come in. “Jameson, old boy! Good to see you again!” He jumps up and takes Jameson’s hand in his own. “How are you? I heard you went through quite a trial recently…”
Jameson takes a moment to explain what happened–trying not to feel guilty for the worried look on Damien’s face as he does so–before he introduces his brothers. Chase and Jackie mutter quietly to one another, unsure of what to make of the well-dressed young man, but Marvin is intrigued.
“Well, then. You’re the famous Damien Goldhart that Jamie has told us so much about.” He tilts his head to the side. “Do you have magic like the others?”
Damien smiles politely at the strange cat-like magician. “N-no, not really.”
“Damien doesn’t like to use his powers,” Celine adds, tossing her hair a bit. “He’s what you might call ‘the family disappointment’.” This last sentence is added with a teasing air, and Damien blushes slightly.
“Celine…” He chides, but she just laughs it off and comes to stand alongside him.
“Aren’t you all an interesting bunch of fellows?” She eyes Jackie in particular. “I see you like the color red. It’s always been a personal favorite of mine as well.”
Celine winks at him. “But I feel it can be a good color on a villain, too. Don’t you think?”
Chase shoves Jackie a little when he stutters too much to reply. “Don’t mind him. He’s easily flustered.” He offers his hand to Celine and then to Damien. “It’s nice to meet both of you. I’m Chase, Chase Brody.”
“The one from the videos!” Damien says excitedly. “Jameson has showed me many of them!”
Chase gives a pleasantly surprised glance at Jamie. “Oh, really?”
Jamie nods and wiggles his mustache. Celine taps her chin as she considers him carefully. “You know, its been quite a while since Damien and I have thrown a proper party.” She gives Jamie her most winning smile. “How would you like to give a real 20′s bash again, Jameson?”
Jamie waggles his hands in the air and gives a few hops before snapping his fingers and making a red rose appear in his hands which he gently presents to Celine. She laughs and takes the flower carefully. “Well, well then. I’ll take that as a yes!”
headcanon it all happens on his birthday the next year, chase crying as he’s reunited with his son and daughter outside the courthouse. his youngest hugging him tighter than ever before and whispering how much she missed him.
“i’m right here,” he cries, not looking stacy’s way as she glares at him. her new husband trying to tug her along.
“let them have this, okay, stacy? let him…he’s been through so much.” he says as he helps her in the car. not noticing her own tears falling as she sees her only children – the lights of her life, pick /him/ over /her/.
chase can hardly keep his sobs in as he pulls back and sees them. his son, only 11 years old, dressed in a button up and slacks. his daughter, 5 years old, dressed in a yellow dress with black boots.
“daddy?” she asks, her voice small and meek, “i got you a present…”
“what is it, sweetheart?”
she searches her pocket to pull out a simple green bracelet. one chase had given her one night when she was too scared to sleep without a nightlight. quivering behind her blankets until chase explained the small beads and their purpose. a little white lie she believed with all her heart.
“‘member you said if i wish on the pretty beads, it’ll come true?”
he smiles and nods. his son crouching down to hold his sister close.
“and i wished no monsters get me – and!! i woke up and there was no monster!!”
“i sure do, sweetheart.” chase smiles. her bright blue eyes and freckled face staring back at him. just as beautiful as the day she was born.
“i wished for us to go home with you today – and it worked, right?”
his tears fall down his face as his arms reach out for the both of them again. his son crying with him, their embrace tight and strong. the loud busy city quiet around them, the onlookers, the cars, the wind – nothing bothered the family in their own little world.
Based on a true story (minus I was actully playing as Soldier but I’m 4-ever a Hanzo main<3) when my team was blessed with a Motivational/House Club Mercy ❤ I even recorded some of it to get the lines right XD
Sadly we lost: my sacrifice wasn’t enough ; – ;
Again a old comic that was laying about. For awhile I drew down some thumbnail comics in my art pad based on my experience in Overwatch: basically my way to take out my frustration of toxic people in Comp.
Might go back to them and draw them into finished comic forms aswell x v x
In full Batman and Robin costumes, Bruce would try to hold his hand in large gatherings. Unsurprisingly and surprisingly, respectively, Dick and Jason were the only ones that let him. Tim stared at Bruce like he was crazy and Damian raged for full 10 minutes. Dick was simply used to it and while Jason wasn’t useed to it and didn’t see the point, he just didn’t mind it. Everybody in the League would coo at how cute they were.
