Her Eyes Shifted In Surprise And Realization, So Overwhelming That Tears Start To Flow Unknowingly. Part

Her eyes shifted in surprise and realization, so overwhelming that tears start to flow unknowingly. Part of her is in denial, that there was no way this man standing before her was the same little boy she knew only for a brief time. But those eyes were so blue, vibrant with clarity. The same ones that caused her to care for someone other than herself for the first time were here before her now.

Such eyes she could never forget until the day she died, for they were the only ones of their kind.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she has no words for him. Only one action. A sudden shift of movement, she wraps her arms around him. She pulled him into a close embrace. Equating into a gentle but overjoyed greeting between two lost souls, this is all she can do to make up for her loss of words.

Thread:: Reclaiming A Monster’s Lost Treasure

I got a new laptop today and holy hell it makes a big difference in lag. So I spent the day drawing!! These two became the result! The first one is of Dana with her wings reference and with her scars. Her tattoos are included as well (Her tattoos seem to change every time. The main ones are her eye and arm. She lost the two in an incident and as a result of being bonded to her father’s shadow. She’s got shadow prosthetics for her eye and her arm now. The scars are healed as a result of the shadow’s presence in her body but the eye and arm remains. 

The second one is of Dana’s emotional support dog/ hellhound Lucie (short for Lucifer) in an imagined human form. Also imagined as a Prince(ss) of Hell. Not sure what domain she’d rule but I think she’d be badass ruling it. Look at her dress that’s a queen right there.

Tagging @multitudescontained because of our developed concept about Hell and our chats eventually led to the creation of Lucie. Turned out to be the best thing to ever happen to me.

 Also tagging @warrioroflondonbelow cause not only did I want to show your her tattoos and eye scarring but also her wings. Cause even though Richard doesn’t know she has wings doesn’t mean you should. (and BOI am I looking forward to seeing his face when he finds out, among other things XD)

“And we need to get you to a hospital, now,” She emphasized concern, as she takes an arm and wraps it around her should as she uses herself as a crutch to help him up. She did not see it as relief or a chance to celebrate their victory. The blood is a reminder of time. And another that needs to be taken with an immediate action or serious consequences will fall.

It would’ve reminded her of the blood Jean spilled for her. It was a mirrored memory of what would happen with him if they didn’t get him the help he needed. But she took her time taking him to the truck at the pace he was now. She didn’t want to rush him in his current condition out of concern he could faint and that would be game over.

Looking back at Jason, she gave him a thumbs-up, “Great job tonight. Thanks for that. How you holding up?”

She keeps her eyes on the road, but even at night with her scars covered in all that makeup and her eye hidden by a contact lens, it’s starting to become difficult to keep a clear focus. 

But she keeps driving even if they zoomed past the cops. They had more pressing matters over at the dinner, that focusing on them would be a waste of time. Sometimes she inspects JD, making sure that he doesn’t pass out. She peers over from her shoulder checking on Jason. 

She doesn’t know how to worry for herself, and cannot stop worrying for the two with her now. She hasn’t been able to do so in a while even with her. Part of her is hopeful she’ll learn to one day. But the other part of her feels so stuck in in this habit of hers. But she’s hopeful.

Eventually in the dead of the dark night, they eventually made it to a hospital. Pulling up to the parking lot, she stops the truck. Unbuckling her seat belt, she walks around the front of the truck, preparing to help take him to the ER, despite feeling so drained and exhausted herself.

The buried feeling reminded her of Jean. How much she loved her, but always keeping that hidden, even to a point of disguising those feelings in the form of providing the support to not only her squadron, but to others that weren’t even related to her missions. All for her, never for herself. She’ll never see her smile, or her vibrant red hair. Never telling her how strong she was, or how kind she was.

All that time she never told her how she felt. And now she’s dead and now Shima’s forever burdened with them. 

“Even though it may seem easier, it’s not. Take it from someone who constantly helped someone so different from her, that it was only because she had feelings for them. But she never told them because not only was she scared, that person ended up dying without ever knowing. It eats you up and kills you slowly until there’s nothing left.”

“Do you ever think that what happened at the Hammer of Dawn was a culmination of that?”

She’s told him about Jean but never to an extent like this, and this whole venture as the Magpie is part-culmination, part-determination to never let this happen to anyone else

“But I think instead of letting it eat you up, you decided that was enough, and you told someone like me. Doing this now and telling me, is a  good step if anything. To have had enough of hiding it.”

“With my experiences, I don’t know how to fix anything. But that doesn’t mean you can’t fix it. At least not by yourself,” She offers, reaching out to place a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“Sometimes we tend to do things either knowingly or unknowingly whether we want to or not. The mind is funny like that.”

“One way or another we have to face them, and deal with the aftermath after it’s all said and done,” She added. All of this is a lot to take in for her, but it’s important for him. So she doesn’t react or say anything. Even though she also shared her experiences, at the end of this conversation she was going to take a nap.  A long one at that.

But she does tilt her head in question. “Yeah, I guess you could if you want. Depends on how comfortable you are about it. But either way I’ll be happy to listen. What is it?”

Whatever it may be she honestly hopes it isn’t as heavy as what she’s had to hear.