you don't owe this world a thing — writing storage

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i have no fuckdamn idea what i'm doing but here we go

[skullcrow]

rewatched batman v superman last night, and this is the result. major spoilers and also major angst.

[spoiler=super — 2017/02/06]su·per
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1. he is a god, him with his blood-red wings, his sun-fire eyes. him in his hope-blue suit, his sky-feather dead-world gravity. him and his omnipotent omnipresent lion's strength, his unknowable incomprehensible lion's heart. he speaks, and the world hears it.

2. he is a man, him with his fingers tracing her jawline so gentle, him with his lips pressed against hers like something sacred. him in his black-rimmed glasses, his ocean-breeze eyes framed in rose color. him and his soft smile meant only for her, hers and hers alone. he screams, he whispers, he laughs, he cries, and she hears it. she listens.

3. he is a god. he is a man. he is sunlight through the window, he is a trust fall, he is atlas, he is bearing the weight of a world he does not belong to but which is the only one he has ever known and it fears him and it adores him and it scorns him and he is hers, he is hers, he is hers—

4. he is dead.[/spoiler]