A man's day comes

Tournament ( @ son-of-hippolyte )

miss-lady-bat:

“Sisters!” The Queen called, drawing their attention to her. “Today, you will fight for the throne and the hand of my son, Prince Dhyana. Fight with valor and be rewarded with immortality … “

Her eyes landed on Belinda and she seemed to glare.

” … And remember loyalty. Loyalty to tradition.”

Belinda spun her sword, idly. Loyalty to tradition … Right. 

His gaze lingered on her, yet again. He didn’t utter a word, as was expected of him. Dhyana did nothing more but smile and nod, eyes closing. He kept his thoughts and wishes trained on Belinda.

Belinda. The one woman in his life that didn’t treat him as a second class citizen, despite his heritage. Before Hippolyta took her seat, he stepped up.

“I wish you all luck. May the best win, and may the gods be with you.”

Tournament ( @ son-of-hippolyte )

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son-of-hippolyte:

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“I’ll win this fight for you, Dhyana,” she whispered, closing her eyes, almost falling asleep. “If it is the last thing I do, I’ll win this fight … “

Belinda dreampt of home. Wayne Manor, her dark, dreary hide-away from the rest of the world. But what if it were filled with life again … ? Not just a brooding woman with nothing but her own guilt and the children whom had become wrastled into the fray with her … but people. Loved ones. Life and culture again …

He kept her company up until the day of the tournament. That morning, Dhyana had laid out clothes for her, them not unlike what she’d normally wear. He tapped her shoulder as she slept, kissing her cheek.

“Good luck today, Belle. I wish you many victories.”

When she awoke, he was gone and left only armor out for her. She dressed in silence, thinking and mentally preparing herself. These women were the most skilled fighters on Earth. Belinda was facing an entire army of women who wanted to succeed their queen for the throne and for her son. 

She caught a glimpse of herself in a piece of polished metal. Swallowing, Belinda nodded once and continued, armed with a sword and a shield, and on into the arena.

He’d spent the morning preparing the arena with a few of the servants, checking and double checking to make sure it was good. The Prince then returned to his quarters to get into his own armor, clasping where it was needed. He lastly slid his helm on, making his way back to the arena.

All the warriors on the island had gathered in the circular pit, standing at attention with slight unease. Dhyana paid no mind to them, but rather the lone woman in near black armor in the center of it all. He turned to his mother and nodded, stepping back behind her.

@Dhyana

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

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son-of-hippolyte:

“Like my lasso, and magic, correct?” The Prince held the door open for Clark, following in after him.

“Yes, exactly. Although less so with your lasso. Its, uh, its special power doesn’t have any effect on me, simply because I already do it.”

“Well, I know that.” He smirked and sat at the small table in the back. “You and Callie are alike in that much. She can’t keep some thoughts to herself.”

Clark pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, sitting across from the Prince. “Well, being honest and not being able to keep things to yourself are two different things. I mean, I’m sure Callie keeps her identity a secret at the very least.”

“If we weren’t around, she wouldn’t have.” He let the waitress take their order before continuing, leaning on the table.

“She’s truthful in everything she says. She doesn’t hold back thoughts.”

@Dhyana

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

neitherbirdnorplane:

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neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

“Hm. You’re affected by alcohol?” The Prince looked mildly surprised. “The little place sells other drinks. Soda, or whatever it is you enjoy.”

“Well, no, I’m actually not, it’s just, well, it’s the principle of the thing, really. More of my upbringing, I guess.” He smiled awkwardly.

He smiled and nodded.

“I’d hope you weren’t, what with everything you’re invulnerable to.” Dhy began to walk, zipping his coat up to keep the wind chill out.

“Yes, I’m actually resistant to pretty much everything I’ve come up against. Well except for a few things.”

“Like my lasso, and magic, correct?” The Prince held the door open for Clark, following in after him.

“Yes, exactly. Although less so with your lasso. Its, uh, its special power doesn’t have any effect on me, simply because I already do it.”

“Well, I know that.” He smirked and sat at the small table in the back. “You and Callie are alike in that much. She can’t keep some thoughts to herself.”

@Dhyana

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

“Hm. You’re affected by alcohol?” The Prince looked mildly surprised. “The little place sells other drinks. Soda, or whatever it is you enjoy.”

“Well, no, I’m actually not, it’s just, well, it’s the principle of the thing, really. More of my upbringing, I guess.” He smiled awkwardly.

He smiled and nodded.

“I’d hope you weren’t, what with everything you’re invulnerable to.” Dhy began to walk, zipping his coat up to keep the wind chill out.

“Yes, I’m actually resistant to pretty much everything I’ve come up against. Well except for a few things.”

“Like my lasso, and magic, correct?” The Prince held the door open for Clark, following in after him.

@Dhyana

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

“Hm. You’re affected by alcohol?” The Prince looked mildly surprised. “The little place sells other drinks. Soda, or whatever it is you enjoy.”

“Well, no, I’m actually not, it’s just, well, it’s the principle of the thing, really. More of my upbringing, I guess.” He smiled awkwardly.

He smiled and nodded.

“I’d hope you weren’t, what with everything you’re invulnerable to.” Dhy began to walk, zipping his coat up to keep the wind chill out.

@Dhyana

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

neitherbirdnorplane:

Clark looked at him, almost with utter shock. For some reason, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had a chance with her. He couldn;t help but beam at the Amazon Prince.

“Wow, really!? *ahem* Uh, I mean, oh, well, uh, that’s, that’s really, uh, really swell.”

“Swell? Such an odd word…” Dhyana laughed at the expression now. If Belle had chosen him as a partner, then he couldn’t be happier.

Clark turned slightly pink, hoping he was making a good impression, and still not really sure what to think of the Prince and Bel. “Well, I, uh, I guess I’m a little old-fashioned. It’s the way I was raised.”

“To each their own. We were all raised differently.” He motioned to a small shop not far from their location.

“Maybe we can talk over a drink?”

His face brightened a bit. “Why, sure! Although I probably won’t drink, to be honest, I never drink when I fly.”

“Hm. You’re affected by alcohol?” The Prince looked mildly surprised. “The little place sells other drinks. Soda, or whatever it is you enjoy.”

@Dhyana

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

neitherbirdnorplane:

Clark looked at him, almost with utter shock. For some reason, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had a chance with her. He couldn;t help but beam at the Amazon Prince.

“Wow, really!? *ahem* Uh, I mean, oh, well, uh, that’s, that’s really, uh, really swell.”

“Swell? Such an odd word…” Dhyana laughed at the expression now. If Belle had chosen him as a partner, then he couldn’t be happier.

Clark turned slightly pink, hoping he was making a good impression, and still not really sure what to think of the Prince and Bel. “Well, I, uh, I guess I’m a little old-fashioned. It’s the way I was raised.”

“To each their own. We were all raised differently.” He motioned to a small shop not far from their location.

“Maybe we can talk over a drink?”

@Dhyana

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

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“We are on the same Earth, Clark. Yes, years. Don’t let it dissuade you.”

Clark barely heard him, his head now swimming with thoughts. Years? The Prince and Bel had been together for years, finding out everything about one another, spending time together, doing….well, doing that….and here was Clark, this big dumb farm boy, trying to compete with a god. He fought the urge to hang his head, barely winning out. 

“I-I, uh, well…..” Clark’s voice trailed off, unable to form a good counterpoint.

Dhyana almost smiled at how sheepish he was.

“Superman. You have her heart. I couldn’t wish for a better man with her.”

Clark looked at him, almost with utter shock. For some reason, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he had a chance with her. He couldn;t help but beam at the Amazon Prince.

“Wow, really!? *ahem* Uh, I mean, oh, well, uh, that’s, that’s really, uh, really swell.”

“Swell? Such an odd word…” Dhyana laughed at the expression now. If Belle had chosen him as a partner, then he couldn’t be happier.

@Dhyana

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

neitherbirdnorplane:

son-of-hippolyte:

“But because she doesn’t see it all optimistically and you do is what she likes. She wants somebody there to assure her things will be alright.” Dhyana gave a nod and sighed.

“I’ve been there to help her with that for years, now.”

Clark listened to what the Prince was saying, and realization hit him like Darkseid’s fist. “Y-years…?”

“We are on the same Earth, Clark. Yes, years. Don’t let it dissuade you.”

Clark barely heard him, his head now swimming with thoughts. Years? The Prince and Bel had been together for years, finding out everything about one another, spending time together, doing….well, doing that….and here was Clark, this big dumb farm boy, trying to compete with a god. He fought the urge to hang his head, barely winning out. 

“I-I, uh, well…..” Clark’s voice trailed off, unable to form a good counterpoint.

Dhyana almost smiled at how sheepish he was.

“Superman. You have her heart. I couldn’t wish for a better man with her.”