Break the ice; have our muses interact!

This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.

"Are you lost?" 
'And you are?”

"Who are you?"
"I don’t think we’ve met."
"How old are you?"
"How long have you been there?"
"Can I trust you?"
"Who do you think you are?"

"Are you wearing my clothes…?"
"You’re cute." 

"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"People are watching."

"Be Careful!"
"Help me!"

"I’ve got bad news." 
"Hate to  break it to you.. but ___ is dead." 
"I will never forgive you."
"I’m sorry…"
"Why are you so angry?" 

"Just kill me!"
"This is where it ends."
"Victory!" 
"Stay close!"
"Watch it!"
"Why don’t you hate me?!" 
"You can’t just give up… not now!"

(Source: hakamorra)

igwenharpersweetfighter:

"Is there a bed? Food? Running water?" Gwen gulped and clung tighter to him. "Oh, Uncle Roy, Uncle Roy, please!"

"Hey, hey. It’s not a mansion but it’s not so bad. I got all that. Want me to make you something to eat?" He kissed the top of her head. Maybe he should call Jim to pick her up…

(Source: cadmusarcher)

igwenharpersweetfighter:

Gwen, even with shivers running down her spine, blinked and narrowed her little eyes, “Your brother? I didn’t know you had a brother.” She nestled closer to cousin Roy and gripped on the material of his jacket. “Can we get out of here please?”

"Yeah. My little brother. The guy me and Jim were cloned from." He left it at that. She didn’t need to hear his clone insecurities. He led her into his building and up to the second for. He fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. "I know it ain’t as nice as Jim’s place. I’ll take you back to Metropolis tomorrow."

(Source: cadmusarcher)

igwenharpersweetfighter:

Gwen looked down and then back up at his eyes. “Roy, what is this place? What do you do here, and why don’t you ever tell Dad about this, or even stay at our house often? I’m just”-Gwen broke off once she saw movement inside a nearby apartment, and her tiny eyes expanded. “Um, Roy, is someone here? I saw something!”

"My brother lives here. Not here, here, but in the city. I gotta’ stay close." Jim had offered to let Roy move in. Practically begged him to. But Gwen didn’t need to be exposed to his lifestyle. Not more than she already had been. "It’s nothing. Come on, let’s go upstairs. I’ll make you hot chocolate."

(Source: cadmusarcher)

kidsflash:

cadmusarcher:

Roy’s hand found Wally’s, fingers curling around his. As if Wally would disappear if Roy stopped touching him. He’d felt so alone lately. The past few years… but he was too high to dwell on it. 

"Don’t call me that. Speedy’s dead," he mumbled.

"Speedy was a good guy, y’know."

Wally was fully aware that Roy had dropped the name when he stopped working under Oliver, but somewhere underneath, the speedster was convinced that Roy just thought being Speedy made him weak. And he— no costume over Roy Harper was weak. Because Roy was so much higher than he thought of himself.

"Sorry. You’re a good guy,” Wally corrected himself, giving the fingers around his own a reassuring squeeze. 

"Yeah," he agreed. "The real Speedy was."

Though Roy had spent more time as Speedy than his original, they both felt the name belonged to someone who’d died when the latter was kidnapped. He didn’t come back as Speedy. And Roy didn’t either, even if he spent three years with the name.

"I dunno… I tried to be but…" He shook his head. The Light had puppeted his every move. How could he possibly be a good guy?

kidsflash:

cadmusarcher:

“‘s been a long… everything,” he sighed. He rubbed his cheek against Wally’s shoulder. He’d always been physically affectionate. “Love you, Wall-man. Y’know that, right?”

"Yeah, I know, man."

The speedster let a small smile play on his features, ruffling the other redhead’s hair gently. Wally knew what was going on with Roy— at least, he knew the smaller details. Knew he was getting deep into some drug cartels and that more than anything, the archer just needed his friends right now. Even if he wouldn’t admit it.

"Love you too, Speedy.”

Roy’s hand found Wally’s, fingers curling around his. As if Wally would disappear if Roy stopped touching him. He’d felt so alone lately. The past few years… but he was too high to dwell on it. 

"Don’t call me that. Speedy’s dead," he mumbled.

kidsflash:

cadmusarcher:

kidsflash:

The speedster gave his friend a grateful smile, gesturing for the archer to come sit next to him. “Come ‘ere, man. I missed you, too.”

Roy curled up around him, resting his head on Wally’s shoulder. He was still a little high and a lot affectionate right now.

"Aww." Wally grinned, patting Roy’s knee sweetly. He truthfully hadn’t seen his friend in a long time, and looking at the archer all tuckered out was amusing, to say the least. "How’s it going, buddy?"

Roy didn’t sleep much anymore. Paranoia and withdrawal pains kept him up most nights. “‘s all right. Been kinda’ busy.” He leaned up and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to the side of Wally’s head.

houndstar:

Houndstar Graphics Challenge | [1/10] Male characters | - Roy Harper/ Arsenal / Red Arrow.

      kidsflash:

      The speedster gave his friend a grateful smile, gesturing for the archer to come sit next to him. “Come ‘ere, man. I missed you, too.”

      Roy curled up around him, resting his head on Wally’s shoulder. He was still a little high and a lot affectionate right now.

      (Source: cadmusarcher)

      kidsflash:

      cadmusarcher:

      Roy snorted, rolling his eyes. They were glassy, still a little glazed over from his last hit. “I dunno, you guys have the big TV. Helps when Bats is furnishing the place. I swear, that guy never runs out of money,” he mumbled.

      Wally grinned, rubbing his hands over tired eyes for just a moment before he shook his head and bit back a snort himself. “Bruce Wayne? Not a chance.”

      Roy’s fingers scraped over the back of his neck. He let out a low hum. “Haven’t seen you in a while, Kid. Missed you.”

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