Curate, connect, and discover
Warning: depictions of war, meat eating and throwing up
Konstelacio tries to leave the Watchtower as soon as she entered it. She tried. Two hours later she leaves and erases the summoning circle behind her. She hopes they never call her again as she teleports home.
She has enough energy to teleport it’s fine.
She lands on her ass and stares at the pink carpet. Ugh. Everything in her corner of the house was too fucking bright right now.
“Hello!!! I’m back!!!! … Guys? … Dad?”
Throb. throb. throb.
Bile burned its way up her throat.
Was this it ? Did they leave me? Did Uncle Dan tell them how she’d managed to fuck up without even trying?
“Bbblluubbb???”
Oh a blob ghost.
Right a blob ghost, “Hahaah I’m an idiot of course daddy wouldn’t leave me.” They wouldn’t leave me. At least not Dad and that was enough. It had to be enough.
“Bbbllubbb. Bbb. B. Blurrrb.”
“Haha right! Thanks for sending me the message! Tell dad I love him and can’t wait to see him! And Billy if Billy’s back by now make sure to give him a big soggy hug for me okay!”
“Bbblubb!!” The little slimy looking ball swished its head to hers in what was most likely meant to be a love tap but ended up little more that the creature splaying itself entirely onto her forehead. It left, Violet felt lonely.
Lonely and dumb. How could she forget her family was moving into their new house today?
It explained where everyone was, the empty fridge and missing items. Right, Dad needed this move. He needed, well Violet wasn’t sure what he needed exactly but Dandy said he did. And Violet trusted Dandy. She trusted him with this at least. It was enough.
She smelled something rotting in her nose.
It was enough.
It was enough.
It was enough.
She walked back to her room and looked around. Nobody had packed her things. Her throat burned. She’d fill a bag tomorrow and figure it out.
She laid down in her bed in her room of her dads house.
// “This is mine? Really mine? It’s too pretty. What if I break it?”
“It’s yours, it’s okay. If it breaks I’ll buy you a new one baby I am rich remember?”
“This room is mine too?”
“Yes of course.”
“What it I break it to? What if I break it on purpose.”
“I’m giving it to you, no strings attached. If breaking everything in your room makes you happy then do it. I won’t be mad, because it’s yours okay?”
“Are you mine too then, Dad? You’re mine?”
“Yes”
“What if I break you to?”
“I’ll heal.” //
Konstelacio’s breathing slowed, eyes drooping. It was more than she had ever had before. I was more than she deserved. She smiled cuddled up to her mountain of stuffed animals. It was enough.
—- —- —-
Konner, Conner, Kon-El, Superboy, clone, Kon, clone, Konny, clone, clone boy, it.
So yeah Konner got it. Kon (ha!) stelacio had a write to be upset at Constantine for calling her something she didn’t like. She had apparently asked him not to and he had. Apart of Conner hoped Constantine got cursed. That guy was an asshole.
He gets the snapping defeat of her name, the anger. Conner knew anger well. Something about her made his insides twist. Something in her voice screaming, help me help me something is wrong. He shakes his head and decides to tell Black Canary about it at therapy.
It took a lot of time, and a lot of therapy for Conner to feel okay with himself. With his looks, his voice. Being a clone left him with a lot of self doubt about everything. Where did Superman end and Conner start?
Superboy thought back on the bargaining the league had done over the cure for Vampires Fog and couldn’t help but laugh. Well it was nice to know he at least had a soul in which to barter with now.
Conner gave himself a once over in the mirror before floating out the door. Time for a date with Tim.
—- —- —-
// War was surprisingly boring. When not fighting for their lives all war mounted up to was waiting. Waiting for the next battle, waiting for a chance to wash your bloody clothes, waiting for new orders, waiting for food, waiting for resources, waiting, waiting, waiting. War was boring.
General Dan was angry today. They didn’t have food … again. Violet wasn’t allowed to go hunting and Klarion had decided to stay with her. The mix species battalion had decimated the surrounding area for food a week ago.
Klarion was use to emotional hunger, the physical ache in his stomach rendering the talkative sprite speechless.
Billy was use to physical hunger just fine, telling them stories of Faucet cities kind people with a smile but something about the lack of food had begun to make him twitchy.
Violet was use to both kinds of hunger, so it didn’t matter.
“Billy’s back!!! Violet get up! Look he brought food!”
“There you guys are! Here eat up!”
The trio sat down near their tent. It’s natural for demons to eat meet uncooked, Violet had told Billy multiple times. She didn’t want to be a bother. Half the meat was burnt, no bones and definitely no blood.
Violet ate three bowls anyway. The meat was vividly red enough to play off as blood. It was chewy and sweet and charred in a way the stuck to the back of her throat. It smelled weird and familiar. Then again all burning flesh smelled familiar.Pieces of it kept getting stuck in the back of her throat. Meat wasn’t usually sweet like this. It was juicy, the demons mouth watered as she wondered.
How did they get this? She almost couldn’t believe they had found more game in the woods. It was sweet, Violet knew a type of sweet meat. Sweet blood. Were…. Were they eating a vampire?
Klarion finish off one before looking out into the forest and grimacing.
“Billy Billy you need to eat to!!! You’re a human you need to eat.”
“Of course Vi I am don’t worry. It’s delicious! Some of my best cooking yet. Mmm yum it’s great.”
Right they couldn’t be eating a vampire, humans can’t do that. Whatever Klarion was probably couldn’t eat vampires ether.
Klarion followed Billy’s lead “Yumming and oooing” until the little demonling finished off two more bowls.
Billy stood up to wash the bowls. The air shifted allowing the girl to get a good wiff of the blood on humans pants.
“Horse blood? Are the horses okay? What happened?”
The trio had grown close to their steeds, gifts of their political party, riding them gave the kids an illusion of freedom. Combing, feeding and playing with them had helped the days go faster.
Violet got up and began to look - really look around the campsite. “Billy? Billy? Where’s Fireball? You took him with you hunting right were is he?”
A look crossed both of the boys faces, Klarion downed his tea like it was alcohol. Maybe it was.
“General Dan is bringing the horses back in few hours Vi Vi don’t worry about it.”
True to his word, General brought the horses back and Violet understood were all of the bones must have went.
Everything tasted like ash until the war was over.//
Violet woke up puking.
She wanted her dad, her dad was in Gotham.
She teleported.