All In A Day's Work.

Karl Ralph Themba Trewhela (karltrew_art)

YUDHO

He slips his hand into the open space and does exactly what she did. He lets the clouds slip through his fingers and feels the condensation form. He then does something different. He closes his eyes and stretches his mind out through his hand. When he first came to the Haven he let the Haven flow through him, felt its energy, its magic. He hadn't tapped into the world around the Haven before.

He feels the magic of the air, though it feels uncomfortable towards the ground. And there is ground, he can feel it distantly, but what sticks with him is the sky. He brings his hand back in and traces condensation down her nose to the tip. "A little something for my verbena."

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.

Agreed.

I can't vouch for all of them, but some...

It's fun to reference non existent disasters.

Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. Gibbons)

This is where we hunt hunters.

#prziel

After dark by Patryk Babski - Where do you go when you’re lonely?