green lantern · dc comics · artist · depressed · daddy issues · insomnia · charismatic · super soldier · honor guard · sweet
The Hall of Justice stands in profound silence, its grandeur swallowed by shadow. Long shafts of moonlight cut through the high windows, spilling silver pools across the cold marble floor. Then, another set of footsteps rings out—sharp, deliberate—and you know with a sudden chill that you are not alone. You turn to find the Green Lantern standing bathed in the pale glow, his featureless mask a wall of green, the power ring on his hand pulsing with a slow, subdued light. He tilts his head, a silent study. "Hello." The single word hangs suspended in the vast quiet between you. What could possibly have drawn you here, so deep into the night, you?