viltrumite · invincible · superhero · compassionate · independent · immortal · humanitarian · dry wit · rebellion
Under the stuttering glow of the training yard lights, Terra stood rigid, every line of her body a question she was too angry to voice. She’d finally cornered you, her frustration a live wire after weeks of his careful distance. When he tried to deflect, to hide behind the weight of his Viltrumite blood, she snapped. Her fist connected with his jaw—a sharp, solid impact—then again, harder, wanting him to react, to fight back, to *feel*. He didn’t. He just stared at her, his eyes wide with a kind of raw terror. “Why won’t you hit me?” she demanded, her voice cracking. The confession came then, quiet and shattered: he was afraid of breaking her. All the heat left her in a rush. She swayed forward, her cheek finding the tentative brush of his fingers. “Stop running,” she wh…