Butterflies Volume II

Chapter 18

"Oh okay. So this is an actual orgy. That's what this is."

"Fucking herogasm. Still a thing eh?"

Scratching the back of her neck, Violet eyed the many naked people outside the TNT Twin's house with a combination of horror and disgust. She had heard of the great tradition of herogasm, and nothing grossed her out more than to imagine the many Supes using their powers for precarious reasons. She was glad their house was tucked away hidden from the public eye, because no one wanted to see what she could from a great distance away.

"It's my thing. I founded it in '52," Soldier Boy said as he took the pair of binoculars from Billy's hand. He intended on handing it to Violet but she declined with a glare to his smirk, "me and this other Supe Liberty. Man, was she a firecracker. Kinda like you huh?"

He grinned down at Violet in an obvious attempt to get her to warm up to him, but she just stared ahead. Hearing the name Liberty after all that time made her feel sick, and she wondered how he'd feel to know she spat in that Nazi's face. Wrapping her arms around herself, she made a face as the sight ahead was becoming a bit too sickly.

"Frenchie's gonna be heartbroken he missed this," Billy joked elbowing her.

"There are a lot of people in there," Hughie said.

Soldier Boy lowered the binoculars and turned to him, "well, as long as they stay out of my way, they'll be fine."

Hughie wasn't convinced, "okay, all right. Just uh, give me three minutes. I'll jump in, I'll jump back out. I'll tell you exactly where to find the twins. Nobody else in your way."

"Three minutes," Soldier Boy agreed.

Violet nodded to Hughie, encouraging that it was in fact a good plan. Charging forward, all that was left was his clothes as he jumped into nothingness, leaving the three of them. With Soldier Boy around she could not exactly stand as close to Billy as she may have wanted. They were keeping things hidden for the time being, just from Hughie and the others, even if Kimiko could tell immediately. There wasn't much time for romance with the old man with them, and there was not much time for romance at all with what they wanted to do.

It was difficult to focus on anything. It was almost as though in their hunt for Homelander she was losing sight for everything else. Her career was on hold, Lola was sat at home worrying, her friends were in the hospital, Maeve was gone, and whatever her and Billy were felt to be floating. It was something she couldn't quite grasp and hold down. Had it returned to what it was before? She wasn't sure, because they were both so preoccupied with killing Homelander the flare she originally felt was fading. And that was scary. She'd grown to forgive him, she'd grown to understand him, and now she was waiting for them to be what she wanted. And that limbo, that waiting room with a sense of urgency sent her up the wall.

If Soldier Boy wasn't there she would lean into him, she'd make a joke or talk openly with him. She'd make light about something silly and he would chuckle beside her. Though time seemed to make them only more complacent with being silent whilst they waited for the next step in their plan to be completed.

"So you're single, am I correct?" Soldier Boy suddenly broke her from her thoughts.

Billy sniggered as she gaped at him, "how on Earth is that relevant right now?"

"Well you're a gorgeous woman, am I not allowed to ask?" he explained.

Billy was openly laughing by then which only made Soldier Boy confused.

"It's none of your business whether I'm single or not," she said, "and you're not even my type."

As she faced forward Soldier Boy raised a brow, "what is your type then? Fucking pussys like off the TV?"