😈 Woljif for Georgie?
<333 gonna go for the Dark Moon Rising, or well the very end of it.
[okay this turned into Georgie musing on their whole friendship over time<3 and fairly long<3 but its in the context that quest.]
"Hey no gramps, i've been watching the chief for a long time, and after all hes done and said, hes never once lied to me. Not ever. He was on my side when no-one else was" - Woljif
Georgie felt his heart ache in his chest, a wound soothed by the purple teiflings words. his heart had been numb when he was told Woljif had run during the attack, gone cold, covered with frost, tight and small in his chest.
Still, he had believed. Still hoped his chosen brother was out there, was doing well.
He hated to admit it, but when he met the one eyed devil, some foolish part of him had hoped it was him, disguised and lying to his face.
He had missed him so much, at every flash of dark hair and horns, he had stopped to stare. the mirrors in his quarters were covered with spare bed-sheets, lest he mistake his reflection for another's.
It took him being gone to realize just how similar they looked. That broke through the frost and numb, a lance of pain. in another world they could have been blood brothers, in another world he could have grown up a country lad, not a city rat. In another world he could have grown up happier.
He hadn't cared about Woljifs seeming betrayal, and maybe it means her majesty was right, but in that moment, with the relief of finding that he was alive, of seeing him again, he was willing to accept him even if he had defected.
He didn't have to, instead his little brother had a mad plan, one that worked, and more importantly, he came back! Woljif was back by his side, on the councils, on the streets. it meant everything, but still the frost didn't fully disappear.
Now it was gone, the fire in his words burning away the last lingering crystals of doubt.
His heart ached. the fact that so few people had been on Woljifs side in his life, in a way that meant Georgie was the only one to go so far for him, to earn that trust. Still, he was honored, so honored, by that trust, to be the one on his side, to be someone whose never lied to him. So honored that the prickly youth he knew not long ago, with his to aware eyes and years of experience with the worst of this world, saw him as someone who never had lied to him.
His words were failing him, to get across the joy and relief and love his heart swelled with at Woljifs words. At the trust he had been given.
He meant every word, that he needed Woljif, needed his friends, to win. To make anything of what he'd been given, to bring good and joy into this world, he needed his little brother.
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Halloween prompts year 2 day 28
Thomas stared down at Bruce-no- Danny as he led him by the hand toward what he had dubbed as his "Secret Lair" which was just an old fall out shelter in the woods that had been well hidden and forgotten about. The door to it was old and still buried under years of dirt and plant growth, requiring Danny to phase them into it which made Thomas wonder how his grandson had found it in the first place.
Inside was surprisingly high tech. "You have a secret lair filled with all this equipment but don't have any weapons or armor?" Thomas asked, making mental preparations to fix that.
Danny sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and explained his only allies were two other 14 year olds who were also untrained, unarmed, unarmored, and unsuper-powered which would explain why Danny was so excited to be working with an adult vigilante who at least knew what they were doing.
The kid didn't even mind when some of his more evil or harmful rogues "stopped showing up" thankfully no one would really question the reclusive Vlad Masters "going back to Wisconsin" only to never be seen again. No one saw much of him before coming to Amity Park, it made since he would become a hermit again once he had his fill of human interaction.
And if hes later found dead in his cheese castle? Well, the body had decomposed too much to really say what killed him. His will left everything to a Daniel James Fenton/Daniel James Masters which visibly infuriated Danny. Thomas mentally patted himself on the back. It was a good call to get rid of that one. The will was a surprise, though one that can only benefit Thomas in his crusade of protecting his grandson. Its not like he can return to a timeline that no longer exists anyway.
Unfortunately this doesn't stop the bats from hearing about "Batman" operating in a city in Illinois for the past few months...
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