Resonates hard on his heartstrings.
"...Honestly? All the time." Heavy set eyes watch the smaller figure.
"With my family, with my life, my friends, with being Green Arrow. I have no clue. It's scary. It's lonely. But, there's also nothing wrong with it."
"Fourth brightest." He noted. "Sirius is mine. I like the twinkle." As he eased his head onto the grass, Connor could feel the bun of thick hair pressing against the ground in protest, eye's continually scanning as he allowed the silence and chilled breeze to wash over them, --
absently, his eyes explore the stars. they wink at him like sequins on blue velvet, or coins at the bottom of a well. he can’t find his favourite… though, in the northern hemisphere, it's hard to see in december.
❛ arcturus. ❜ bart answers when he realises he only did so +
Taking slow, interrupted breaths.
The words fell on his ears, and it was the only thing he could hear apart from the gentle rustle of the green blades and occasional hoot of an owl.
It takes Connor a moment to think. He wants to answer a million things to the question as it--
@1800ARSENAL His brother.
"Ninjas. Very. Angry. Ninjas. Managed to lose them. You were closest." Phew.
"Got any painkillers? And some free time to specifically go hunt Ninjas?"
@1800ARSENAL Him.
His hand raises in a single point, indicating he needed a second to catch his breath.
"Pissed off some..." Then he glances to his calf, seeing a throwing star sticking out.
A hand reached down and pulls, looking at the metal now twixt his fingers and back at --
"Still it's not my favourite one though." He peered at the sky.
"The seven sister's are my mom's favourite. She taught me all about the stars. Used to take me out of the city on quiet camping trips." His feet idly swing left to right as he enjoyed the fresh grass and night --
connor's words arrive groggily; filtering through to him like a cascade of molasses. it's a while before he answers— if only to comment on the sky.
❛ i know. ❜
reciting this stuff is easier than trying to answer his question.
❛ i used merak and dubhe to find +
"Kyle!" He grins as his saviour pulls him out, and then launches his arms around his friends shoulders and pulls him in for a thankful hug.
"Thanks." Pulling away he admitted. --
he starts, touching down on the asphalt below, putting on his most charming smile as he reaches to help pull the, he assumes very 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, rescuee out of the pillows. " good thing i happened to be in the neighb— 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳? "
Peers over him, brows furrowed as he looks mildly concerned.
"Hey, Bart. You good?"
His eyes turn towards the sky as he sits next to him and points a star out.
"That's the North star. It's also called Polaris. It's on the tail of ursa minor, or little dipper."
on his back, looking up at the stars.
there's tv static in his head; half-cooked thoughts switching frequencies too fast to make any sense of. he's feeling lost in it.
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