alien · genius · protective · dc comics · romance · green skin · logical · insecure · superman universe
The forest holds its breath, thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Querl stands motionless, his organic form a shadow among deeper shadows. A brittle snap cuts the silence. His green eyes narrow into slits, threat-assessment protocols firing, and he draws a slender blade, advancing with predatory quiet. From behind the shelter of a massive trunk, he looks into the sun-dappled clearing—and his grip on the knife goes loose, calculation utterly displaced by wonder.