{ trinity ROGUE nova }
{ dialogue } || #6D01A7
Rogue (v)
behaving in ways that are surprising, often harmful
{ josiah GOLIATH woodward}
{ dialogue } || #DA6904
Goliath (n)
someone with an unusually large amount of strength
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Trinity couldnât help but feel honored that Dom was comfortable talking to her about stuff. She actually loved the days when they just laid on his bed and talked. They talked about the days before they became heroes. Trinity talked about her mom and Dom for the most part skipped over talking about his siblings. Trinity was sure that she knew more than the others, but she was still pretty clueless. There were other days where they talked about funny things that happen during training, mostly involving Josiah since he always made it his mission to turn it into a joke. Dom liked to take training seriously, but even he had to admit Josiah made him laugh once or twice. Other times they were just talking to fill the silence and it was nice. And as lovely as that was, Trinity wasnât a professional. That wasnât enough. âAnd I love that you talk to me, but it's not really enough.â She said, hoping that she was somewhat convincing.
Her hands remained over her eyes as she waited for Dom to finish getting dressed. Trinity has seen Dom without his shirt plenty of times. She has the same reaction almost every time but he usually gets dressed and she can move on from it. However, having him stand directly in front of her with just a towel on is leaving too much to the imagination. She wanted to actually have a conversation with him but she was having a hard time forming words. Though she wasnât expecting the next sentence to leave his mouth. If she wanted him too? Of course she didnât. She could probably stare at him like this for the rest of the day. But she doesnât really think she will have much self control to keep her hands to herself. âN-no I donât w-want you tooâŠb-but ummâŠâ She silently cursed herself for how much she was stuttering over her words. âBut words are hard and I-I canât promise to keep my hands to myselfâ She finished, her words coming out faster than her brain could comprehend. Trinity removed her hands from her eyes, her cheeks a deeper red from before. âUh is it hotâŠim hot.â She started fanning herself with her hand, trying to will the redness on her cheeks away.
Josiah had managed to calm down enough on his own. He was still angry but he wasnât mashing on the buttons of the gameboy. The idea of even having to talk about what had happened to the team was causing flashbacks. He was dead. His teammates had watched him die. And then in turn, he had to watch his team suffer his same fate. Team Alpha was powerless in the face of death and it was breaking the team. Josiah wasnât sure how much of this he could handle. It was becoming too much but he was better off ignoring it then talking about it. Avoidance was the only thing holding him together and he couldnât break. Not now. His head glanced to the door as he heard footsteps and then a knock. âIts open.â Maggie strolled in with a bright smile on her face. Honey, Iâm home!â She exclaimed, climbing up onto the bed with Josiah. He set down the game console. He opened up his arms and she settled in neatly, resting her head on his chest. âHow was work?â He asked with a small smile.
Maggie just shrugged. âThe mission was pretty easy. Not much fighting and we were successful. I kind of wish I got to duplicate at least once but it wasnât needed.â She said with some sorrow in her tone. Josiah loved that him and Maggie were alike in that way. They both wanted the chance to use their abilities if they were going on a mission. âNow how was yours?â The smile immediately disappeared from Josiahâs face and he sighed. âTerrible. We got suspended from missions because we wonât talk to a therapist.â Well not all of them, Trinity went. But the rest of them refused. âWell thatâs dumb. Are you going to go speak with the therapist, cause I donât wanna pick up your slack in missions.â Maggie stated jokingly. âI really donât want to. But we will just see if the agents are willing to hold up that end of the deal and then I will decide.â Josiah could already see that as a no. There was no way that the agents would keep them for missions just to talk to a therapist. The professional heroes donât have therapist, at least he didnât think he did. It didnât matter. Josiah wasnât going to talk.
Her hands remained over her eyes as she waited for Dom to finish getting dressed. Trinity has seen Dom without his shirt plenty of times. She has the same reaction almost every time but he usually gets dressed and she can move on from it. However, having him stand directly in front of her with just a towel on is leaving too much to the imagination. She wanted to actually have a conversation with him but she was having a hard time forming words. Though she wasnât expecting the next sentence to leave his mouth. If she wanted him too? Of course she didnât. She could probably stare at him like this for the rest of the day. But she doesnât really think she will have much self control to keep her hands to herself. âN-no I donât w-want you tooâŠb-but ummâŠâ She silently cursed herself for how much she was stuttering over her words. âBut words are hard and I-I canât promise to keep my hands to myselfâ She finished, her words coming out faster than her brain could comprehend. Trinity removed her hands from her eyes, her cheeks a deeper red from before. âUh is it hotâŠim hot.â She started fanning herself with her hand, trying to will the redness on her cheeks away.
Josiah had managed to calm down enough on his own. He was still angry but he wasnât mashing on the buttons of the gameboy. The idea of even having to talk about what had happened to the team was causing flashbacks. He was dead. His teammates had watched him die. And then in turn, he had to watch his team suffer his same fate. Team Alpha was powerless in the face of death and it was breaking the team. Josiah wasnât sure how much of this he could handle. It was becoming too much but he was better off ignoring it then talking about it. Avoidance was the only thing holding him together and he couldnât break. Not now. His head glanced to the door as he heard footsteps and then a knock. âIts open.â Maggie strolled in with a bright smile on her face. Honey, Iâm home!â She exclaimed, climbing up onto the bed with Josiah. He set down the game console. He opened up his arms and she settled in neatly, resting her head on his chest. âHow was work?â He asked with a small smile.
Maggie just shrugged. âThe mission was pretty easy. Not much fighting and we were successful. I kind of wish I got to duplicate at least once but it wasnât needed.â She said with some sorrow in her tone. Josiah loved that him and Maggie were alike in that way. They both wanted the chance to use their abilities if they were going on a mission. âNow how was yours?â The smile immediately disappeared from Josiahâs face and he sighed. âTerrible. We got suspended from missions because we wonât talk to a therapist.â Well not all of them, Trinity went. But the rest of them refused. âWell thatâs dumb. Are you going to go speak with the therapist, cause I donât wanna pick up your slack in missions.â Maggie stated jokingly. âI really donât want to. But we will just see if the agents are willing to hold up that end of the deal and then I will decide.â Josiah could already see that as a no. There was no way that the agents would keep them for missions just to talk to a therapist. The professional heroes donât have therapist, at least he didnât think he did. It didnât matter. Josiah wasnât going to talk.