The wind in the grass
Moved gently in secret flocks,
Then spread to be
Nothing, just where they were.
Whole shining condition and risk,
I could see how my body might come
To be imagined by something
That thought of it only for joy.
James Dickey, section XIV of “Drinking from a Helmet,” Helmets (Wesleyan University Press, 1964)
If you're still doing the ship thing could you do one with Jason Todd, he doesn't get too much love
*cracks knuckles* this is what i’ve been studying for
Gives nose/forehead kisses
jason is The Worst about this. he’s a secret closet romantic that can’t decide how to kiss you before he goes to prowl the streets. he melts when you act before him and give him the nose/forehead kisses
Tex is a force to be reckon with so i imagine she has her own set of urban legends and rumors about her. What if some cocky merc tried to step on her toes? Someone off planet with his own legends and stuff and he tries to get a rise out of tex cause her? she can't be THAT good. PUH-LEASE. "But you know what they say about me…That girl is a god damn problem"
He was a cocky little shit.
Tex didn’t need to have heard the fucker spouting off his mouth from halfway across the bar to know that. He carried it in the line of his spine, the set of his shoulders and the way that he wore his scars like a tally. Of how many lives he’d ended and the pieces of himself he’d let them think they could take.
He radiated asshole and she really wanted to pretend he didn’t exist, finish her drink and head home. It had been a long fucking job, one mess after another for her to clean up and she wasn’t a goddamn maid, so even she had her limit to how much shit she was going to deal with.