First female member of the Brotherhood of Evil. || Roleplay/Parody. #DoomPatrol
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My name is Laura De Mille.
But you may call me Madame Rouge.
21+ only / MDNI
May include mature themes and violence.
MV/MS within the DC universe.
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"Let me be
The goosebumps
Across your skin."
Happy birthday, darling.
「 ✦ — @rougedeceit 」
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『 SUNLIGHT TO THE SINNERS IN THIS CEMETERY ➠ A GAIUS GRIEVES SOLO 』
"A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. . ."
Read: twishort.com/imhoc
She stared at him, her look blank. She had no idea what that meant.
"What is a black lantern? You might as well be speaking Greek to me."
She turned to him, her own eyes going wide at the look on his face. He'd gone whiter than his normal pale self.
"N-no," she stuttered. "It was there when I woke up. It's still quite fresh, as you can see. It's very painful." She tried to ignore it most of the time.
"There's something else."
She turned to her left and pulled up her hair to show him her neck. There was a symbol tattooed there. She didn't know what it meant, but she felt like she should.
"There's a reason I chose you. Those flashes I have... they're always of you. It's like memories of you are the only thing I have to hold onto."
She didn't tell him that they were... intimate memories. Just brief little flashes. A kiss, a caress, holding each other.
She leaned back against her chair and sighed. "Sometimes, just every now and then, I'll get a flash, a brief moment and then it's gone. But I have no context for the memory. So, maybe it's there, but suppressed. I have no idea how to proceed."
She shook her head, a feeling of dread in her belly. "The last thing I remember is being on stage in Paris. I was in a performance of Les Mis, and after that.. nothing. I woke up in Prague, and it was five years later."
She set course for Flagstaff, then put on the autopilot. Once that was done, she stared out the wind screen.
"A week ago, I woke up in a strange place, and couldn't remember the last five years."
She hadn't filed a flight path. Unease was rolling off him. She made a last second adjustment, dipping the wings to make a sudden turn.
"Change of plans. We'll take the long way round. We'll stop in Flagstaff, then Little Rock, then Charlotte. It'll be safer."
She checked her controls, then made her way down the runway. "We'll have to stop in Atlanta to refuel. Can't make it on one stop."
She pushed the stick to build up speed before lifting them off the ground. There was nothing like flying in a small plane.
They did need to talk, but not now. Survival was a top priority. But he needed to know just how bad things were for her.
They parked next to her little plane, and she completed the checks quickly and efficiently. Once they were on board, she turned to him. "Gotham?"
She didn't know. Didn't know he'd looked for her. And the shit thing was, she wasn't sure if that was old or new news. She was lucky she remembered what she did. The gaps in her memory were... frightening, to say the least.
"I'm sorry. Can we table this for now?"