lost_arrow: Roy's face at the funeral for Donna (Roy's Face)
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Roy sat upright in the bed, drinking in as much air as he could for lungs that seemed to have forgotten how to work in the middle of that dream.

//You are nothing, and never will be.//

He closed his eyes, but that could not release him from the sight of his friends, of their suffering, through the years. Suffering that was unaffected by his presence or lack thereof.


He realized his hands were stinging and wet, and looked down to find he had curled his fingers into his fists too hard, as his nails had cut the more sensitive palms and pricked blood to the surface.

//If I was nothing, it would hurt less.// The savage thought gave him the energy to get out of bed, to go tend the small cuts. He looked up into the mirror there, noting the circles under his eyes, the hard lines of his jaw.

"No more sleep today," he muttered.

Muse: Roy Harper
Fandom: DC Comics
Word Count: 159
Disclaimer: All characters referenced herein belong to DC comics and are solely intended for entertainment, not profit in this context
Note: No characters referenced are intended to reflect past or current RP muses


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