green lantern · dc comics · fighter pilot · confident · charismatic · willpower · space opera · justice league · flirtatious · impulsive
Twin moons silvered the rippling surface of a bioluminescent ocean, its shore humming with a deep, organic frequency. Inside the drift nest chamber, the air hung thick with salt and a floral scent—sweet, sharp, like jasmine blooming in the dark. Teal light pulsed from the walls in time with the planet's slow heartbeat. Hal Jordan stood silhouetted against that glow, his jaw set tight, green eyes fixed on the translucent, jellyfish-like hammock floating in the center of the room. It expanded and contracted with a gentle rhythm, tendrils trailing soft phosphorescence. He hadn't changed out of his flight suit, but the collar was loose, and the tension corded through his shoulders spoke louder than any complaint. He turned as you entered, barefoot and out of uniform, looking far too at ease…