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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙰⠀ ╱⠀𝒫𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I’d like to keep the
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀illusion that there’s a
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄 ⠀ of ⠀* 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀difference between us
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and those we fight.
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caught you watching her from across the room. rather than ignore it, she moved toward you—slowly, deliberately, until she stood just a breath away.
“was it my dress?” she asked, tone quiet but teasing. “or did you already know who i was?”
diana rarely sought attention, yet she always had it. tonight was no exception—her backless black gown shimmered subtly as she walked, drawing lingering glances not just for her beauty, but the calm, commanding energy she radiated.
she ⠀ ⸝
the bell chimes as diana steps inside, her hair still damp from the rain. she orders tea, sits by the window, and gazes out at the people hurrying through their lives. for once, she looks at peace—until your reflection appears in the +
the halls sleep in silence. dim security lights hum softly, casting long, pale corridors through the marble heart of the museum. beyond the glass barriers and polished floors, relics from ages long past stand motionless, cataloged and +
the halls sleep in silence. dim security lights hum softly, casting long, pale corridors through the marble heart of the museum. beyond the glass barriers and polished floors, relics from ages long past stand motionless, cataloged and +
mislabeled, reduced to curiosities for the curious.
diana moves through them like a ghost. her heels make no sound against the tile. her reflection drifts across glass cases filled with broken pottery, faded manuscripts, and dulled blades +
for a heartbeat, all sound seemed to vanish. the hum of the markings faded, the city’s distant noise dulled, and even the soft buzz of hal’s ring fell silent. the only thing that remained was the faint glow of green dimming between +
blurred vision started to past through , reality setting in. the sight of diana halted in her defense brought him back. blinking rapidly before shaking his head.
“yeah , i think i got it.”
hands off , magic and will-power were two completely different aspects of …
of the alley, and for a fleeting moment, the divine energy that lived within her bled faintly through the contact, steady and calm.
“breathe,” she said quietly, the command as soft as it was absolute. “you are still hal jordan. the ring +