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This is the End..
Mar. 7th, 2019 07:58 am
So Oliver Queen will be hanging up his arrow one way or another before much longer.
Want to thread it out? Happy ending? Sad ending? Give them all to me.
So Oliver Queen will be hanging up his arrow one way or another before much longer.
Want to thread it out? Happy ending? Sad ending? Give them all to me.
Remembering how to breathe
Jun. 21st, 2017 09:45 pmHe can't keep doing it.
At least not now.
Chase had torn open too many wounds, forced Oliver into seeing the darkest sides of himself and while he could bear the pain of his injuries there are deeper hurts that will take more time to heal.
So he disbands the team. Sends them all home. He can't be held responsible for anyone else being hurt or killed because of him.
Home. He can go home. Exhausted, aching, but it's home and Oliver freezes just inside the door. He's clad only in sweats but still more than capable of defending himself as he pads lightly into the living room.
All of the air seems to fall out of him at the sight before him. Leonard Snart. Alive and in his living room as he patches up a few injuries of his own and Oliver can't fucking breathe around the relief that surges up through him. He's okay. He's alive and god Oliver has missed him so much.
"One of these days I'm just going to get you a key."
At least not now.
Chase had torn open too many wounds, forced Oliver into seeing the darkest sides of himself and while he could bear the pain of his injuries there are deeper hurts that will take more time to heal.
So he disbands the team. Sends them all home. He can't be held responsible for anyone else being hurt or killed because of him.
Home. He can go home. Exhausted, aching, but it's home and Oliver freezes just inside the door. He's clad only in sweats but still more than capable of defending himself as he pads lightly into the living room.
All of the air seems to fall out of him at the sight before him. Leonard Snart. Alive and in his living room as he patches up a few injuries of his own and Oliver can't fucking breathe around the relief that surges up through him. He's okay. He's alive and god Oliver has missed him so much.
"One of these days I'm just going to get you a key."
Ghosts - for @icejacking
Jun. 20th, 2016 09:56 pmSix months. Funny how time passes when you're running away from your pain.
Six months since Sara had stood before Oliver with tears bright in her eyes, relaying how Leonard Snart had met his end. Sacrificing himself to save his team and to save the future itself. Six months since he'd died and Oliver could only grieve quietly for Len in private. No one knew what they'd come to mean to one another and frankly? It wasn't any of their goddamn business. He'd offered Len sanctuary when he needed it and in return Len had given him something in return.
Peace.
"Overwatch are you reading this?"
I've got it. Two minutes and I can get a fix on the location.
"Work faster."
There's some quiet grumbling on the other end, but it's hardly a surprise. Things between him and Felicity had been tense, even since the fall of Dahrk. Oliver kept moving, kept watch on the odd swirls of blue light in the lot as he got closer. It wasn't magic, Constantine had even confirmed that things in Star were relatively magic-free at the moment.
After Sara had left, Oliver had given himself a few days in private, drinking and losing himself in memory. Things that he and Len had shared. Reaching for the pillow on the side of the bed that the criminal had claimed for his own. Six months and he still had a hard time breaking that habit but it was getting better. Easier to breathe. The ache in his chest hadn't gone away, but it was beginning to fade.
"Overwatch, can you confirm the signature?"
Got it. The location is two miles east of where you are. The temporal signature is the same as the Waverider. Do you think they came back? Why haven't they signaled?
"I don't know. I'll find out. Out." Before she can protest he taps the comms off.
Six months since Sara had stood before Oliver with tears bright in her eyes, relaying how Leonard Snart had met his end. Sacrificing himself to save his team and to save the future itself. Six months since he'd died and Oliver could only grieve quietly for Len in private. No one knew what they'd come to mean to one another and frankly? It wasn't any of their goddamn business. He'd offered Len sanctuary when he needed it and in return Len had given him something in return.
Peace.
"Overwatch are you reading this?"
I've got it. Two minutes and I can get a fix on the location.
"Work faster."
There's some quiet grumbling on the other end, but it's hardly a surprise. Things between him and Felicity had been tense, even since the fall of Dahrk. Oliver kept moving, kept watch on the odd swirls of blue light in the lot as he got closer. It wasn't magic, Constantine had even confirmed that things in Star were relatively magic-free at the moment.
After Sara had left, Oliver had given himself a few days in private, drinking and losing himself in memory. Things that he and Len had shared. Reaching for the pillow on the side of the bed that the criminal had claimed for his own. Six months and he still had a hard time breaking that habit but it was getting better. Easier to breathe. The ache in his chest hadn't gone away, but it was beginning to fade.
"Overwatch, can you confirm the signature?"
Got it. The location is two miles east of where you are. The temporal signature is the same as the Waverider. Do you think they came back? Why haven't they signaled?
"I don't know. I'll find out. Out." Before she can protest he taps the comms off.
