the steel chariot

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Bombshells Bonanza: ¼ Favourite Bombshells—Diana of Themyscira, The Wonder Woman

“You enjoy my new armour? Compliments of Amanda, your High Priestess of War, and it’s in the fashion of the goddesses of your people.” “Goddesses, Princess?” “The paintings upon the steel chariots your warriors fly. The goddesses of love and war, who protect them as they fly, or harken of home.”

Look both ways before you cross the road.
Simple logic: don’t die. I figure I can’t get
to the other side if it’s just my corpse,
but I’m not sure what the difference is
between being dead and being.
To my left, a taxi, to my right,
an empty road that goes on and on.
Which one is scarier; a head on collision
with a chariot of steel that’ll shatter me,
paint me across the pavement, smudge
me against the surface, or the promise
of more to come?

Look for a way before you cross the road.
Standing here at every pedestrian lane,
I’m in love. I walk forward, and oh,
it’s that taxi from earlier. Here’s the thing;
before my bones break and my flesh rips
apart, it feels like a kiss. Or maybe
kissing you just always felt like a car accident.
Debilitating. We knew nothing of stoplights,
just of the certainty that we’d be safe on
little lines painted on the road. But then
again, nobody ever asks what the tally
marks are counting down to.

Look away before you cross the road.
What happens after is a bit gory, so I’ll
skip over it. We all know what happens
when a car hits a girl, so read between the
lines and figure out what happened after
you. The gutters are wide open like
wounds. Briefly, I dream of warm hands
and words I said, or didn’t say, both
feeling like gravel in my throat. Like
asphalt. Like tire skids. Like smoke.
If I ignore the sirens, it’s all pretty simple.
Bleeding is easy.  You are not.

Look, cross the road.
It’s mechanical. Brace your soles
against the ground. Fall forward,
one leg in front of the other.
Walk with care, but don’t expect
to trip or stumble. A crack in the
sidewalk won’t ruin this; it’ll wait for
us to do it ourselves. I’ll stand here,
right on the edge of this curb, and
I’ll do it. I swear, I will. Just give me
a moment. A few minutes ago
I called a taxi. 

the business with sidewalks || Aisha R.

xswordeyesx  asked:

Double Date! “Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!” Charoix & Dianakko!

“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!” Croix smirked, pushing the ramen noodles to Chariot who leaned back to stay away from the noodles. “Oh come on char-bear,” Croix pouted as she withdrew the noodles away. “It’s actual ramen noodles this time, from an actual restaurant we’re eating at!” To prove her point, she slurps up the noodles up to move her now free chopsticks, indicating the surroundings. “It’s not the instant stuff I eat you know.”

Chariot huffs, steeling herself as she looks at Croix. “Fine,” she admits defeated though it was worth the excited smile on Croix’s face as she collects a bunch of noodles with her chopsticks.

“Close your eyes to make the taste be better,” Croix suggested as Chariot opened her mouth, closing her eyes as suggested. She had to admit it, it did taste nice, it wasn’t salty as the instant version which was great cause she hated that flavour. She was so into the taste that Chariot didn’t open her eyes once and before she knew the taste ended. It ended with a pair of lips touching hers. Instantly Chariot opened her eyes to see her kissing Croix, a string of noddles between them as Chariot bit apart, holding her hand to her lips, face flushing as red as her hair.

“Croix!” She said shocked and embarrassed of what she did, the name muffled because she covered her mouth.

“Chariot,” Croix fake chided, tapping the chopsticks together, “You should know better to talk with your mouth full,” she laughed as Chariot lit up in silent outrage.

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“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!” Akko said, pointing her spoonful of ice cream to Diana’s closed mouth as she looks at Akko unamused.

“What exactly are you doing Akko?” Diana asked, raising her brow as Akko withdrew the spoon and pouted at her.

“Diana, we’re in an dessert place where we can see our dear Chariot sensei’s date happen but we’re also in a date place and people keep giving us weird looks cause we keep looking out the window and not each other!” She shout whispered before she gained some composure “So open wide Diana!” Akko smiled as Diana sighed in defeat, opening her mouth to eat whatever flavour ice cream she ordered.

“My apologies Akko, it seems I was too worried for our teacher that I acted inconspicuous,” Diana apologised but Akko was already waving it off. “I’m serious, even if this date only happened because we need to look after our teacher, I still need treat this date as one.” Pink tinted her cheeks as Diana cleared her throat, “So, what do you like to do Akko?”

“Ehhhhh?” Was “Akko’s reply, cheeks colouring a deep red.

You enjoy my new armor? Compliments of Amanda, your high priestess of war, and it’s in the fashion of the goddesses of your people. Goddesses, princess? The paintings upon the steel chariots your warriors fly. The goddesses of love and war, who protect them as they fly, or harken of home.