[ maybe, a part of his mind has to concede, maybe he is looking for a distraction? maybe he's looking to distract himself. because when she leans over him, bracing hands on his chest and in his collar, dark hair a curtain that falls around them and blocks out everything else, when her lips are on his like this -- it feels like there's no outside world at all.
(no themyscira. no gotham. no hooks in their bones, pulling them to different lives.)
he pushes himself up to kiss her back, weight on his elbows, but only a little. donna's being careful, of course -- she could literally crush him if she weren't -- but she's still strong, and as clumsily drunk as he is. of course he's staying. ]
Hey, [ murmured against her lips, without pulling away. ] 'm not going anywhere.
[ it seems like a backwards concern to him? donna's the one leaving eventually. never mind the way he always runs from his problems, puts miles between himself and whatever scares him. he'd never run away from donna, but he might from losing her. in six months, whenever the day comes. ]
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(no themyscira. no gotham. no hooks in their bones, pulling them to different lives.)
he pushes himself up to kiss her back, weight on his elbows, but only a little. donna's being careful, of course -- she could literally crush him if she weren't -- but she's still strong, and as clumsily drunk as he is. of course he's staying. ]
Hey, [ murmured against her lips, without pulling away. ] 'm not going anywhere.
[ it seems like a backwards concern to him? donna's the one leaving eventually. never mind the way he always runs from his problems, puts miles between himself and whatever scares him. he'd never run away from donna, but he might from losing her. in six months, whenever the day comes. ]