[It feels like just moments ago that Diana had brushed her fingers over Steve’s picture in London, thinking on how most people would never know the sacrifice he had made. But such was the fate of too many heroes, especially those forced to make the decision before they were ready. But she had learned that humans could be recklessly selfless when the time came, no matter the cost.
No matter who they left behind.
Briefly, she thinks she’s dreaming. She sees Steve’s face there in black and white, and then only darkness. When she wakes, she gasps for breath, choking on dirt and digging her fingers into the ground. She’s hefted to her feet, dazed. The disorientation is the only thing that keeps her from lashing out at the natives around her, though she does try to snatch her lasso away from the one who takes it. But her limbs are weakened from arrival, and she’s washed and dressed without much fuss.
Her mind is finally catching up, and she opens her mouth to speak—but is cut off by the native’s finger against her lips. She sees the look in the woman’s eyes, and knows that she will obey the direction for silence. For the time being
The explanation is given through hand gestures that Diana vaguely recognizes as a kind of sign language. This world is dangerous, they say, full of monsters that are attracted by all kinds of sound. There is constant danger, which they must be vigilant to keep at bay.
As her strength returns, so does a newfound sense of resolve. She had succeeded in her mission to kill Ares, had freed mankind from his corruption—perhaps now the gods had seen fit for her to free these people as well.
When she makes to leave the room with the red dirt, the fire of determination lights her eyes. She does not make a sound, keeping her gait light as Antiope had trained her to do, but each step is fueled with purpose. She has naught but her strength and wit, and millennia of training to hone it. But she will bell these people, no matter what.]
not a star in the sky [unawares]
[Sleep had not come easily, nor would she have expected it to. Steve’s death is still fresh on her heart, and she’s finally beginning to realize the gravity of her mother’s words. You may never return. Diana still doesn’t know if it had been a warning or a fact, and tries not to think on it for too long.
When her first dream is a happyone, she prays that it will never end. And when she has the same dream a second night, she feels as if her prayer had been answered. As she lies down for the third night, she doesn’t expect to be thrice blessed—the hallway is a new addition, and the falling, but she can feel in her bones that she will not be disappointed again. So as she plummets, she laughs, spreading her arms and inviting the fall.
Briefly, she spies another figure from the corner of her eye, but pays it no mind. She lands, doesn’t notice the dirt on her hands. She’s too busy sighing with contentment, ready to lose herself in the dream once more. She remembers the day, warm like all the others, when her latest tutor had given up on her. The exhilaration of seeing her aunt's warriors train, trying to imitate them, had put a new swiftness in her steps as she ran for the ledge she thought would take her straight to the ocean. She'd miscalculated, her childish mind too preoccupied with visions of grand battles and wonderful victory, and had her mother not caught her, well. That could have been disastrous. But Hippolyta had made a grave mistake that night in telling her daughter the story of the Amazons' rebellion against Ares' enslavement, and in showing her the God-Killer the next morning. It had only fanned the flame of Diana's desire to be a great hero like the Amazons before her, setting her on the path to disobeying her mother's wishes and beginning to train with Antiope.
Finally, she realizes the person beside her had not been a flash of her imagination, but is there beside her in Themyscira. She smiles widely at them, sweeping her arm in front of her, lost in the bliss of the dream and not minding that she's in her own mind, her own world.]
Welcome to Themyscira, friend.
it's a desert in my heart [falling]
[This night is not as kind as others. In fact, it is unbearably cruel.
The memory tears at her heart, and she wakes up barely able to breathe. The second night, she has to press her hand to her mouth to stifle a sob. And for the first time in her life, Diana is afraid to go to sleep, because somehow she knows she will once again be subjected to one of the worst days of her life. And yet she must sleep once she is too exhausted to keep her eyes open any longer, literally falling into the nightmare before she is ready. And she's not alone.
Themyscira's beach, normally so beautiful to her, is the last place she wants to be right now. Especially not with this stranger. The German ships are on the horizon, and she can already hear their shouts. But she reacts before allowing herself to think, reaching out to grasp her unexpected companion's arm.]
We need to get off the beach!
and nowhere to hide [wildcard]
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Diana Prince | DCEU
[It feels like just moments ago that Diana had brushed her fingers over Steve’s picture in London, thinking on how most people would never know the sacrifice he had made. But such was the fate of too many heroes, especially those forced to make the decision before they were ready. But she had learned that humans could be recklessly selfless when the time came, no matter the cost.
No matter who they left behind.
Briefly, she thinks she’s dreaming. She sees Steve’s face there in black and white, and then only darkness. When she wakes, she gasps for breath, choking on dirt and digging her fingers into the ground. She’s hefted to her feet, dazed. The disorientation is the only thing that keeps her from lashing out at the natives around her, though she does try to snatch her lasso away from the one who takes it. But her limbs are weakened from arrival, and she’s washed and dressed without much fuss.
Her mind is finally catching up, and she opens her mouth to speak—but is cut off by the native’s finger against her lips. She sees the look in the woman’s eyes, and knows that she will obey the direction for silence. For the time being
The explanation is given through hand gestures that Diana vaguely recognizes as a kind of sign language. This world is dangerous, they say, full of monsters that are attracted by all kinds of sound. There is constant danger, which they must be vigilant to keep at bay.
As her strength returns, so does a newfound sense of resolve. She had succeeded in her mission to kill Ares, had freed mankind from his corruption—perhaps now the gods had seen fit for her to free these people as well.
When she makes to leave the room with the red dirt, the fire of determination lights her eyes. She does not make a sound, keeping her gait light as Antiope had trained her to do, but each step is fueled with purpose. She has naught but her strength and wit, and millennia of training to hone it. But she will bell these people, no matter what.]
not a star in the sky [unawares]
[Sleep had not come easily, nor would she have expected it to. Steve’s death is still fresh on her heart, and she’s finally beginning to realize the gravity of her mother’s words. You may never return. Diana still doesn’t know if it had been a warning or a fact, and tries not to think on it for too long.
When her first dream is a happy one, she prays that it will never end. And when she has the same dream a second night, she feels as if her prayer had been answered. As she lies down for the third night, she doesn’t expect to be thrice blessed—the hallway is a new addition, and the falling, but she can feel in her bones that she will not be disappointed again. So as she plummets, she laughs, spreading her arms and inviting the fall.
Briefly, she spies another figure from the corner of her eye, but pays it no mind. She lands, doesn’t notice the dirt on her hands. She’s too busy sighing with contentment, ready to lose herself in the dream once more. She remembers the day, warm like all the others, when her latest tutor had given up on her. The exhilaration of seeing her aunt's warriors train, trying to imitate them, had put a new swiftness in her steps as she ran for the ledge she thought would take her straight to the ocean. She'd miscalculated, her childish mind too preoccupied with visions of grand battles and wonderful victory, and had her mother not caught her, well. That could have been disastrous. But Hippolyta had made a grave mistake that night in telling her daughter the story of the Amazons' rebellion against Ares' enslavement, and in showing her the God-Killer the next morning. It had only fanned the flame of Diana's desire to be a great hero like the Amazons before her, setting her on the path to disobeying her mother's wishes and beginning to train with Antiope.
Finally, she realizes the person beside her had not been a flash of her imagination, but is there beside her in Themyscira. She smiles widely at them, sweeping her arm in front of her, lost in the bliss of the dream and not minding that she's in her own mind, her own world.]
Welcome to Themyscira, friend.
it's a desert in my heart [falling]
[This night is not as kind as others. In fact, it is unbearably cruel.
The memory tears at her heart, and she wakes up barely able to breathe. The second night, she has to press her hand to her mouth to stifle a sob. And for the first time in her life, Diana is afraid to go to sleep, because somehow she knows she will once again be subjected to one of the worst days of her life. And yet she must sleep once she is too exhausted to keep her eyes open any longer, literally falling into the nightmare before she is ready. And she's not alone.
Themyscira's beach, normally so beautiful to her, is the last place she wants to be right now. Especially not with this stranger. The German ships are on the horizon, and she can already hear their shouts. But she reacts before allowing herself to think, reaching out to grasp her unexpected companion's arm.]
We need to get off the beach!
and nowhere to hide [wildcard]
[i'm down for just about anything! hit me up on plurk at