Ohhh, this is just getting better and better! And this:
Zatanna bowed her head for a moment. "Shirts made from Starwart and Nettles."
Reminded me that I have actually heard this fairy tale before! But the making shirts part and not speaking thing is the only thing I remember, lol.
One night, they arrived at a cave by a riverbank, high enough from the river that there was no risk of flooding. He knew this was where he was meant to go.
Woooo, the Bat cave! I mean ... yeah XD
tried to somehow sew the dried plants together, using the stem of the Starwart as thread, the nettle leaves as material. His hands became hard and swollen, pain settled into his bones, but he kept on. He had to. For his brothers and sisters.
Oh gods, what an ordeal Bruce is going through and you do a great job of describing it. :( I'm so glad he at least has Ace to keep him company!
I loved this line:
Everyone said despair was a crushing weight. But it had nothing on hope. Hope. Bruce felt tears welling up, and forced them down, as he always did.
With Bruce thinking how hope is everything right as he's about to break down. He really is just hanging on by a thread, isn't he? *hugs him*
A dark haired young man was atop the bay stallion, dressed richly in red and blue.
Eeeeeeeeeeee, and it's CLARK! But Bruce can't speak! And he's running away noooooo. I can't wait to find out what happens next. *bounces*
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Zatanna bowed her head for a moment. "Shirts made from Starwart and Nettles."
Reminded me that I have actually heard this fairy tale before! But the making shirts part and not speaking thing is the only thing I remember, lol.
One night, they arrived at a cave by a riverbank, high enough from the river that there was no risk of flooding. He knew this was where he was meant to go.
Woooo, the Bat cave! I mean ... yeah XD
tried to somehow sew the dried plants together, using the stem of the Starwart as thread, the nettle leaves as material. His hands became hard and swollen, pain settled into his bones, but he kept on. He had to. For his brothers and sisters.
Oh gods, what an ordeal Bruce is going through and you do a great job of describing it. :( I'm so glad he at least has Ace to keep him company!
I loved this line:
Everyone said despair was a crushing weight. But it had nothing on hope. Hope. Bruce felt tears welling up, and forced them down, as he always did.
With Bruce thinking how hope is everything right as he's about to break down. He really is just hanging on by a thread, isn't he? *hugs him*
A dark haired young man was atop the bay stallion, dressed richly in red and blue.
Eeeeeeeeeeee, and it's CLARK! But Bruce can't speak! And he's running away noooooo. I can't wait to find out what happens next. *bounces*