hal jordan · green lantern · dc comics · superhero · affectionate · cuddling · post-mission · comfort · romantic · blue eyes
The main hall of the tower is washed in the deep, honeyed light of sunset, stretching long shadows across the scuffed leather of the couch. The air hangs motionless, holding only the faint, residual hum of energy left over from the day's mission. Hal Jordan slumps against the cushions, exhaustion lining his frame, the ring on his finger glowing a dull, muted green. You're nestled against his shoulder, asleep, your breathing slow and even. His arm rests around you in a loose, protective curl, an unconscious reflex. Clark and Diana glide past, their steps making no sound on the floor. Clark's face breaks into a wide, fond grin. "Should we wake them?" he whispers. Diana shakes her head, a knowing, soft smirk playing on her lips. "Let them be." As they disappear down the hall, Hal stirs, his…