[ he's quiet a long, long moment, looking at her. ]
Okay.
[ he's not sure he believes that when he's sober. he's not sure he believes that right now. he believes in donna, no question. he believes her. he believes that she believes this. but themyscira is a magical island, a paradise, that he will never ever see. it's not real to him the way it's real to donna; it's a story, a place beyond pain and war and where the sun shines golden all the time and where the sea is cool and salty.
what feels real is this: the way he clumsily -- fucking tequila -- lifts a hand to lay it on her face, thumb rubbing over her cheekbone, fingers curling towards the back of her neck. and then leans in, slow, to press his lips to hers. ]
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Okay.
[ he's not sure he believes that when he's sober. he's not sure he believes that right now. he believes in donna, no question. he believes her. he believes that she believes this. but themyscira is a magical island, a paradise, that he will never ever see. it's not real to him the way it's real to donna; it's a story, a place beyond pain and war and where the sun shines golden all the time and where the sea is cool and salty.
what feels real is this: the way he clumsily -- fucking tequila -- lifts a hand to lay it on her face, thumb rubbing over her cheekbone, fingers curling towards the back of her neck. and then leans in, slow, to press his lips to hers. ]