And Them Still Being A Softie But In So Much Deeper Than They Were With Brink In GodU - Tumblr Posts
That is the most amazing thing I've ever read and I'm gonna think deeply about it tonight.
thinking of older jordan who has joined the seven they'd be like maeve was. a lot jaded from all they've seen but still good at heart. kinda lost their hope of changing the world, but still trying their hardest whenever they can. turns to alcohol n drugs and partying to drown out the fact that they're a fuckin token to vought like a pat on the back for being inclusive and maybe if they'd had more self love back then they'd have rejected the offer to be here but they're still that same scared teenager who needs praise so bad and sometimes when they go on Twitter and see people commending them it makes them smile even if it makes them sick too because they dont deserve the praise when they aren't actually being a true hero. and - maybe when someone new comes into the seven - someone like you - brimming with hope and starshine, still with that spark in your eye, thinking you can be a fucking hero and save the day, maybe they fucking hate you. maybe they're mean and cutting at first because they can't stand looking at you and seeing how they were in college.
maybe all the changes one night when you're both at the same club and someone gets hurt and you both get a message from your supervisors to leave it, to let the bad guy go, but you don't follow orders - you disobey. and maybe jordan stands there in the flashing lights outside of the club as they stare after you before cursing and running to help. maybe the shift happens then, when its a shared secret, your joined heroism that night, because they'd never gone against orders before even though they've wanted to their whole lives.
they're softer then. more protective, as they take you under their wing, because you're still young, still new, and they don't want that light extinguished by the other five in the seven, or your uppers. they're like the electric fence that shocks anybody who tries to touch you, the loyal gaurd dog at your side who comes to heel, with a hand at the small of your back, ready to bite into the flesh of those who'd try to tell you you can't be a hero. you can be, and you are. at least to them, anyway.