Summer "Proxima" Smith

The kiss sends warmth through his entire body, causing his own heart to beat harder. He hears Ash and glances at her textbook, noting the subject. He smiles as Proxima tries to explain her thoughts.

"I'd love to share what you enjoy doing alone. Show me, teach me, then we can share. I can't wait. " He leans into her and kisses her cheek softly.

"Ash, how'd your trans dimensional literary criticism paper go?"

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.

Is there an antidote for being a damphir or do you like it?

There's no antidote, it's just what you are. You can hide it, pretend like you're not one, but life, uh, life finds a way. To, uh, remind you. Or kill you.

Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. Gibbons)

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#aesthetic #darkness #even an immortal wears a helmet

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