031 ☣ she has a lot of true colors

[fridgetothefire]

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[The feed is at a slightly awkward angle, held one-handed. It's Anya and Two-Face. She's behind him, her chin on his shoulder on the scarred side, her other arm wrapped around him and holding a slim black knife at his throat. The knife and her hand are already thoroughly bloody, though his neck is - thus far - unscathed. Two-Face looks furious and strained. Anya looks fierce but cold and calm, almost serene.]

Two-Face is losing a lot of blood. Someone should come help him to the infirmary. We're in the library, historical nonfiction, MA to MC.

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[fridgetothefire]

[She'll leave him with the ambition, the temptation, like a sharp-edged token of her esteem. On the other hand - it's one more thing to grow old for, to not die young and radical for, having that kind of time to learn himself.]

Are you flying yet?

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[wecanavenge]

Since Cuba. [He can remember the moment, between dropping the coin, blinking his vision clear, and entering the sun with Shaw's body hovering before him like an offering. The realization that he was powerful.]