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[strongerthanyouknow]

Instead of being found by the League of Assassins,
Sara washed up on Themyscira and took on another name…


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[strongerthanyouknow]

It's a flicker. A stutter stop, with a momentary blink.

At the fingers that close over her wrist, not letting her lift her hand from where his cheek had leaned into her hand. Her heart skittering. Fluttering. Like the small golden bird that maintained itself as the symbol of her childhood, and her name, her self, here. Remade. Renamed. Golden and in flight. Wings fluttering against the bars of a cage, fingers at her wrist, heart pounding against her ribs at something that felt absolutely nothing like being caged.

Eyes lingering on the curl of his fingers on her pale wrist, as she moved it slowly back flush to his cheek. Fingertips ginger against the stubble there. Heartbeat in her teeth, her ears, his fingertips, and almost no air in her lungs, when she has to let out a small sigh that feels like it might crack something in her. Something being remade under those fingers, as she looked back up at his face. This face. So long gone. So alive. Half of every reason she ever ended up here. "You always were trouble."