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grouphugs2016-12-22 03:32 am
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[MEME] time to stay warm
[ there are times when sara doesn't feel strong at all. after her sister's death, she hadn't known how to go on, hadn't really wanted to — but she had, somehow, and it's one more thing sara has survived, including coming back from death itself. she may not always feel it, but she knows that she's strong, she knows that she can endure — and she knows just how far she'll go to make sure that she lives, and the things that she will never do again. ollie is like that, too; maybe that's why it's easy to let him see doubt when she feels it, why she trusts him with star city, with her family.
maybe that's why she trusts him with this intimacy, too, even when she's felt like she's on thin ice with regard to her own emotions ever since her death, ever since the pit. for a moment, she smiles, halfway between amused and something sadder. ]
I've missed you, too, Ollie.
[ she drops her gaze away from his face, pressing her cheek against his shirt for a moment. ] Did I tell you about the time we visited 2048?
maybe that's why she trusts him with this intimacy, too, even when she's felt like she's on thin ice with regard to her own emotions ever since her death, ever since the pit. for a moment, she smiles, halfway between amused and something sadder. ]
I've missed you, too, Ollie.
[ she drops her gaze away from his face, pressing her cheek against his shirt for a moment. ] Did I tell you about the time we visited 2048?
( sara decides to ignore any unspoken hesitancy between them and closes that tiny gap of space between them, pulling her knees in towards her chest and leaning in towards nate; she doesn't have the time for anything like awkwardness when she's freezing her ass off and she can feel her teeth chatter unwillingly when she clenches her jaw a little tighter. )
That's reassuring, ( she says dryly, but it comes out a little softer than intended which probably negates the sarcasm. regardless, she takes the mug and just holds it for a moment, eyes fluttering shut like she's trying to absorb every single particle of heat that emanates from the coffee. after a sip and a sigh, it's returned to nate so sara can tug the blankets a little tighter around herself, even if they're already pulled up to her chin. )
Makes me wanna bust into Rip's not-so-secret liquor cabinet. Bet that'd warm us up really fast.
That's reassuring, ( she says dryly, but it comes out a little softer than intended which probably negates the sarcasm. regardless, she takes the mug and just holds it for a moment, eyes fluttering shut like she's trying to absorb every single particle of heat that emanates from the coffee. after a sip and a sigh, it's returned to nate so sara can tug the blankets a little tighter around herself, even if they're already pulled up to her chin. )
Makes me wanna bust into Rip's not-so-secret liquor cabinet. Bet that'd warm us up really fast.
Pizza? This is why I’m okay with you being both the beauty and the brains of this operation. It may not be a night at the Ostrander...but this, it’s actually better.
[ Even the icy plunge could be looked back as being worthwhile just to get to these results. Contentment tended to be a fleeting whenever it did show up; Kara had a way of stretching the moments out further, etching them into his memory with grace, and the brilliance of her smile. His belief in the proverbial ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ never carried much strength; being a vigilante, doing the things that he did, was meant to end in only one way. Just having her in his life makes Oliver question that ]
Star Bridge. Not overly original, considering it’s a city landmark, but...I get to see it from a different point of view from all of them. At night, when no one can see, I like to climb to the top and just look out...the water, the city.
[ The idle stroking of her hair isn’t something he’s even aware he’s doing any longer; fingers gently working through the blond strands, comforting for both of them, and his eyes remained close, moving just a touch to get further under the blanket with Kara ]
Is that what it’s like when you’re flying? You’re part of the world but away from it at the same time. Seeing it in a way no one else gets to.
[ Even the icy plunge could be looked back as being worthwhile just to get to these results. Contentment tended to be a fleeting whenever it did show up; Kara had a way of stretching the moments out further, etching them into his memory with grace, and the brilliance of her smile. His belief in the proverbial ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ never carried much strength; being a vigilante, doing the things that he did, was meant to end in only one way. Just having her in his life makes Oliver question that ]
Star Bridge. Not overly original, considering it’s a city landmark, but...I get to see it from a different point of view from all of them. At night, when no one can see, I like to climb to the top and just look out...the water, the city.
[ The idle stroking of her hair isn’t something he’s even aware he’s doing any longer; fingers gently working through the blond strands, comforting for both of them, and his eyes remained close, moving just a touch to get further under the blanket with Kara ]
Is that what it’s like when you’re flying? You’re part of the world but away from it at the same time. Seeing it in a way no one else gets to.
Are you sure you're not the beauty of this operation? Because, uh... well, I mean! Look at you. Um. Anyway, I don't really need or want a night out. I'm really enjoying this, aside from your little swim.
( Kara's very awkward attempt at flirting leaves her flushed and flustered both. And smiling, while her eyes are squinted closed. Whether if it's her general state of relaxation or a cute version of 'if I can't see him, he can't see me!' is entirely up to him to interpret. It's getting harder to think of a time when she hadn't liked vigilantes so much. Or when she'd despaired of ever finding a partner who'd just get her. The fact that she more than likes one vigilante and has found more than simple understanding with him makes her see how wrong she'd been. )
That sounds beautiful, Oliver. Can we, uh--sit up there sometime, as a date? Maybe bring a blanket and some food and just watch the lights of the city? If you'd share that with me, I mean.
I can take you to that beach. The water would be warm--and the stars reflect right off the water at night. A mirror of light.
( Kara is finding that she rather enjoys it when he plays with her hair. She sighs deeply, and presses an idle kiss to his shoulder. Her fingers draw lazily up the length of his arm, her palm resting against his collarbone. And she settles in, warm and comfortable. Not once does she bother to open her eyes, though she's in no danger of dozing off just yet. )
Yeah. Yeah, it is. Except sometimes I move so fast that I miss things, and they blur together--which is why I want to take you. No crisis, no hurry, just enjoying the scenery. Without a magic carpet.
( There, she can't help but giggle a little. )
( Kara's very awkward attempt at flirting leaves her flushed and flustered both. And smiling, while her eyes are squinted closed. Whether if it's her general state of relaxation or a cute version of 'if I can't see him, he can't see me!' is entirely up to him to interpret. It's getting harder to think of a time when she hadn't liked vigilantes so much. Or when she'd despaired of ever finding a partner who'd just get her. The fact that she more than likes one vigilante and has found more than simple understanding with him makes her see how wrong she'd been. )
That sounds beautiful, Oliver. Can we, uh--sit up there sometime, as a date? Maybe bring a blanket and some food and just watch the lights of the city? If you'd share that with me, I mean.
I can take you to that beach. The water would be warm--and the stars reflect right off the water at night. A mirror of light.
( Kara is finding that she rather enjoys it when he plays with her hair. She sighs deeply, and presses an idle kiss to his shoulder. Her fingers draw lazily up the length of his arm, her palm resting against his collarbone. And she settles in, warm and comfortable. Not once does she bother to open her eyes, though she's in no danger of dozing off just yet. )
Yeah. Yeah, it is. Except sometimes I move so fast that I miss things, and they blur together--which is why I want to take you. No crisis, no hurry, just enjoying the scenery. Without a magic carpet.
( There, she can't help but giggle a little. )
[Leave it to Sara to be ever the pragmatist and take matters in her own hands. It's one of the many reasons why he's glad she is the de facto leader of their little ragtag gang of time travellers. Another being, to his surprise, the fact that she looks absolutely adorable curled up into herself with a blanket wrapped around her as tight as can be. Of course, Nate doesn't have a death wish, so that particular thought is just going to remain locked tight in his head.
He drains the cup once she hands it back and leaves it haphazardly beside him before taking full advantage of two free hands to curl up closer to her and enveloping her in a loose embrace, blankets and all. He sighs, shutting his eyes and just tries to picture being warm.
He imagines summer days, Tahiti, anything really other than the bitter cold that reminds him of his childhood spent living in a rickety old house with single pane windows. His brain sputters to a stop when she suggests breaking in to Rip's liquor cabinet and getting drunk. It's the best idea Nate's heard today and he has to force himself not to smile stupidly at her in response.
It's hard to keep the way she lifts his spirits out of his voice though...]
Surprised you haven't already. What's your poison of choice, hmm?
He drains the cup once she hands it back and leaves it haphazardly beside him before taking full advantage of two free hands to curl up closer to her and enveloping her in a loose embrace, blankets and all. He sighs, shutting his eyes and just tries to picture being warm.
He imagines summer days, Tahiti, anything really other than the bitter cold that reminds him of his childhood spent living in a rickety old house with single pane windows. His brain sputters to a stop when she suggests breaking in to Rip's liquor cabinet and getting drunk. It's the best idea Nate's heard today and he has to force himself not to smile stupidly at her in response.
It's hard to keep the way she lifts his spirits out of his voice though...]
Surprised you haven't already. What's your poison of choice, hmm?
Cisco is comfortably curled against Eddie, nuzzling against his neck, arm looped around his boyfriend's waist. He's not sure how he's still cold, it's annoying really, but Eddie's rubbing his back and his hands are warm and God, he could just sink into that feeling forever, warm and comfortable and safe. Eddie kind of had that feeling about him, all the time, and Cisco always soaked up as much of it as he could any time they're together.
"This is a fair and true point, but--" He shudders a little and tries, impossibly, to press closer to Eddie. "it's like once I'm cold, it's impossible to get comfortable again. Or at least, it takes longer than I want it to? I'm impatient. Maybe that's the problem," He grins, a true signal that it's not a self-deprecating statement, but an actual joke-- even if he really can be impatient sometimes. It's hardly one of his worst qualities, honestly.
"This is a fair and true point, but--" He shudders a little and tries, impossibly, to press closer to Eddie. "it's like once I'm cold, it's impossible to get comfortable again. Or at least, it takes longer than I want it to? I'm impatient. Maybe that's the problem," He grins, a true signal that it's not a self-deprecating statement, but an actual joke-- even if he really can be impatient sometimes. It's hardly one of his worst qualities, honestly.
Eddie can understand his boyfriend's distress, so he keeps trying to do his best to help - he rubs up and down his back, massaging and squeezing to try to work some heat into him, his muscles and skin. Cisco feels kind of small like this, curled up, his nose cold, his body shivering a little, and Eddie feels a sort of surge of protectiveness.
"Maybe. But I don't care if it's impatience or anything else. I just want to make you feel better."
It's true, gently spoken, and Eddie moves one of his hands just enough to pull the thick comforter up over their heads, tilting his own down so his warm breath catches under the covers. It's darker this way, the space under the blanket warm and dark, and he can't see Cisco, but he can smell him. It's a familiar, comforting smell, Cisco's skin and his sweat and his conditioner.
"Then again, I can't complain too much if it means I get to curl up under the blankets for half a day with you...."
"Maybe. But I don't care if it's impatience or anything else. I just want to make you feel better."
It's true, gently spoken, and Eddie moves one of his hands just enough to pull the thick comforter up over their heads, tilting his own down so his warm breath catches under the covers. It's darker this way, the space under the blanket warm and dark, and he can't see Cisco, but he can smell him. It's a familiar, comforting smell, Cisco's skin and his sweat and his conditioner.
"Then again, I can't complain too much if it means I get to curl up under the blankets for half a day with you...."
Dunno if I have one. Whatever's there is fine. ( said with an idle shrug, which does its part to cover how she shifts to settle into his embrace a little more comfortably.
sara might not see that stupidly giddy smile of his, but she sure as hell hears it, can practically feel it. with a short shake of her head, her eyes fluttering closed and her mind trying to think about anything other than the toes that she definitely can't feel even through two layers of knit socks and combat boots, she comments idly, ) Thought about suggesting that you steel up to see if it'd help any, but cuddling up with a freezing hunk of metal sounded pretty terrible. ( selfish, selfish. oh well. sara's been acting pretty selfless lately now that she's the ship's captain, so she'll accept this one solitary lapse.
with a thoughtful hum, she asks, maybe rhetorically, ) You're really gonna make me get up and get that booze, aren't you?
sara might not see that stupidly giddy smile of his, but she sure as hell hears it, can practically feel it. with a short shake of her head, her eyes fluttering closed and her mind trying to think about anything other than the toes that she definitely can't feel even through two layers of knit socks and combat boots, she comments idly, ) Thought about suggesting that you steel up to see if it'd help any, but cuddling up with a freezing hunk of metal sounded pretty terrible. ( selfish, selfish. oh well. sara's been acting pretty selfless lately now that she's the ship's captain, so she'll accept this one solitary lapse.
with a thoughtful hum, she asks, maybe rhetorically, ) You're really gonna make me get up and get that booze, aren't you?
Beggars can't be choosers, huh? [ He might not be saying anything about it, but he's definitely noticed that she seems to be getting comfortable against him. ]
It doesn't feel any different to me, but yeah I mean if you wanted to snuggle with cold metal, there's no shortage around.[To make his point he waves his hand in the general direction of the door.
But this? Curling up with Sara isn't so terrible at all. He could certainly stand for it to be warmer, but still. Nate remains silent for a few minutes, tightens his arms around her, hands rubbing up and down her arms as he thinks about getting up and facing the cold. He shivers and sighs.
With a shake of the head and a smile, he finally replies.] Mm I'm feeling pretty cozy right now. Give me a compelling reason to get up and grab it?
It doesn't feel any different to me, but yeah I mean if you wanted to snuggle with cold metal, there's no shortage around.[To make his point he waves his hand in the general direction of the door.
But this? Curling up with Sara isn't so terrible at all. He could certainly stand for it to be warmer, but still. Nate remains silent for a few minutes, tightens his arms around her, hands rubbing up and down her arms as he thinks about getting up and facing the cold. He shivers and sighs.
With a shake of the head and a smile, he finally replies.] Mm I'm feeling pretty cozy right now. Give me a compelling reason to get up and grab it?
Cisco doesn't handle cold much better than Jesse-- she just has a bit of a better reason for it beyond his own personal Do Not Want of it all. Being cold is just...not okay. However, there's not much more of a perfect time for curling up in bed and watching movies, which is the only thing he had planned for the day.
He looks up when Jesse wanders into the bedroom, a curious look painting across his face at the almost distant look on hers. That's only there for a second, though, before she's crawling under the blankets with him, curling into his side. He slides his arm around her shoulders easily, smiling a little. "Hey," he says softly, "you okay?"
He looks up when Jesse wanders into the bedroom, a curious look painting across his face at the almost distant look on hers. That's only there for a second, though, before she's crawling under the blankets with him, curling into his side. He slides his arm around her shoulders easily, smiling a little. "Hey," he says softly, "you okay?"
"Mmm." He can't stop the soft groan that escapes at the amazing way Eddie's hands feel against his skin. The warmth is nice and the massage is an added bonus, enough to make him go nearly boneless next to his boyfriend. "I know," he mumbles, sounding all too relaxed. "you're kinda amazing that way." He says, the smile on his face obvious in the tone of his voice.
The smile widens into a grin when Eddie tugs the blankets over their heads. "Mmm, hi." He tilts his head up and catches Eddie's lips against his own for a short, sweet moment. "I definitely don't hate curling up with you." He says, sliding his hand across Eddie's chest, fingers drawing idle patters against his shirt. "You're my safe space." His voice is soft and quiet, like he's telling a secret meant only for Eddie's ears.
The smile widens into a grin when Eddie tugs the blankets over their heads. "Mmm, hi." He tilts his head up and catches Eddie's lips against his own for a short, sweet moment. "I definitely don't hate curling up with you." He says, sliding his hand across Eddie's chest, fingers drawing idle patters against his shirt. "You're my safe space." His voice is soft and quiet, like he's telling a secret meant only for Eddie's ears.
holy jesus I am slow as balls but I did not forget youuuu <3
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2017-01-14 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Working with Barry as part of Team Flash has landed Cisco in a number of situations, equal parts crazy and dangerous. It's just part of the whole vigilantism spectrum. Things were never boring, always interesting, and interesting was often spelled D-A-N-G-E-R.
And sometimes it also meant getting stuck in precarious situations. Like a giant freezer. With the Black Canary. Well, there's some positives and negatives, here, but to say he's less than thrilled about it is an understatement.]
I would believe that. Because you are a badass. But every badass has an off day. [A beat.] And just so you know, this in no way wrecks your normal levels of baddassery.
And sometimes it also meant getting stuck in precarious situations. Like a giant freezer. With the Black Canary. Well, there's some positives and negatives, here, but to say he's less than thrilled about it is an understatement.]
I would believe that. Because you are a badass. But every badass has an off day. [A beat.] And just so you know, this in no way wrecks your normal levels of baddassery.
His arm slides around her shoulders and she almost relaxes, a little of the tension slipping out of her at the warmth of him, the press of him against her. She tucks her head into the crook of his neck and just tries to breathe, breathes him in and tries to banish the memories that are haunting her. She doesn’t know how to answer his question. Doesn’t know if she’s okay or not. So she bites her lip and shrugs a little.
“Not sure,” she says finally, voice muffled against him. “Bad memories. The cold always brings them up.” But she feels safe with him. Feels warm and protected. So she might not be okay, but she’s getting closer to it, here with him.
“Not sure,” she says finally, voice muffled against him. “Bad memories. The cold always brings them up.” But she feels safe with him. Feels warm and protected. So she might not be okay, but she’s getting closer to it, here with him.
She settles against him and it's a familiar thing now, the two of them like this. It's comfortable and he'll never mind her curling up with him like this. He wraps his fingers of his free hand around hers and brings her hand up to press a kiss across her fingers.
"It's okay," he keeps his voice soft and runs his hand across her back gently, partially to help soothe her, and partially to help ease some heat back into her. "you're safe now."
"It's okay," he keeps his voice soft and runs his hand across her back gently, partially to help soothe her, and partially to help ease some heat back into her. "you're safe now."
He presses a kiss across her fingers and she huffs a soft laugh, a warmth having nothing to do with body heat and everything to do with that little gesture filling her chest. Even with memories of Zoom sharp in her mind he still takes her breath away. He always makes her feel wanted, and makes her feel loved. Cared for.
Safe.
She nods against him, focusing on the way his hand runs across her back, the warmth of his palm against her, the sound of him breathing. “I always am, with you.” It’s true. She’s always felt safe with him. From the moment they’d met, when he’d come to another EARTH to rescue her, to rescue someone he’d never even met.
Safe.
She nods against him, focusing on the way his hand runs across her back, the warmth of his palm against her, the sound of him breathing. “I always am, with you.” It’s true. She’s always felt safe with him. From the moment they’d met, when he’d come to another EARTH to rescue her, to rescue someone he’d never even met.
He is a pretty dedicated designer.
[ If the way she presses her lips together and looks to the side at the mention of her dad is any indicator: not entirely too much of a stretch, no. Life's a little funny like that. Never know what unintentional nonsense could lead to jail next.
Laurel doesn't exactly hesitate before taking her jacket off. It's more a pause of assessment, a shrewd glance to ensure that she's correctly reading the page he's opened to, which she seems to be. Ollie's no open book anymore, if he could ever be called that in the first place, but he knows how to give someone a star to navigate by. He always has.
Fitting in at his side with a blanket on the line doesn't hurt. ]
Easy to win a competition that sets a low bar. [ She nudges him a little. ] You're not so bad for a first time freeze-in partner yourself.
[ If the way she presses her lips together and looks to the side at the mention of her dad is any indicator: not entirely too much of a stretch, no. Life's a little funny like that. Never know what unintentional nonsense could lead to jail next.
Laurel doesn't exactly hesitate before taking her jacket off. It's more a pause of assessment, a shrewd glance to ensure that she's correctly reading the page he's opened to, which she seems to be. Ollie's no open book anymore, if he could ever be called that in the first place, but he knows how to give someone a star to navigate by. He always has.
Fitting in at his side with a blanket on the line doesn't hurt. ]
Easy to win a competition that sets a low bar. [ She nudges him a little. ] You're not so bad for a first time freeze-in partner yourself.
Edited (i know how to pick icons and also WOW very sorry about the delay) 2017-01-16 05:46 (UTC)
[ Laurel lets out a little huff of a breath, part amusement and part pleasant surprise, and can't quite keep a smile from sneaking its way over her features.
Damn, first impressions, back at it again with being right that this guy is a good egg. ]
Thank you. Always nice to keep a vote of... beating up bad guys confidence. Off day or not. [ She crosses her arms and inspects one of the walls for probably the dozenth time. ]
And at least a little nice not to be stuck in a meat locker for this.
Damn, first impressions, back at it again with being right that this guy is a good egg. ]
Thank you. Always nice to keep a vote of... beating up bad guys confidence. Off day or not. [ She crosses her arms and inspects one of the walls for probably the dozenth time. ]
And at least a little nice not to be stuck in a meat locker for this.
( it's cold. it's really fucking cold.
yeah, the waverider definitely outfitted her pretty decently, but sara couldn't have possibly imagined the sheer ability of the cold to cut through layers of clothing like a knife. she's sitting in a chair, arms folded over her chest and an expression of sheer consternation, trying to think about anything but the temperature, about how she can see a curl of air every time she sighs.
when it comes to being stuck somewhere in ridiculously cold temperatures, this isn't sara's first rodeo. her gaze flickers over to supergirl — kara — whose feet tap against the hard floor, who looks perfectly okay other than a slight bored air. because she's an alien. an alien who can withstand weather like this. an alien who probably could warm up a human with chattering teeth in a heartbeat.
the thought might've brought a flash of heat to sara's cheeks were the circumstances. instead, she rises abruptly from her chair, which scrapes suddenly and unpleasantly against the floor, and starts to pace around the bunker like a caged animal. maybe the movement will keep her warm, maybe it'll keep her distracted. )
yeah, the waverider definitely outfitted her pretty decently, but sara couldn't have possibly imagined the sheer ability of the cold to cut through layers of clothing like a knife. she's sitting in a chair, arms folded over her chest and an expression of sheer consternation, trying to think about anything but the temperature, about how she can see a curl of air every time she sighs.
when it comes to being stuck somewhere in ridiculously cold temperatures, this isn't sara's first rodeo. her gaze flickers over to supergirl — kara — whose feet tap against the hard floor, who looks perfectly okay other than a slight bored air. because she's an alien. an alien who can withstand weather like this. an alien who probably could warm up a human with chattering teeth in a heartbeat.
the thought might've brought a flash of heat to sara's cheeks were the circumstances. instead, she rises abruptly from her chair, which scrapes suddenly and unpleasantly against the floor, and starts to pace around the bunker like a caged animal. maybe the movement will keep her warm, maybe it'll keep her distracted. )
That sound is music to Eddie's ears - the way Cisco responds to his touches is mesmerizing, he loves hearing it, all the little sounds that he makes when Eddie touches him. Cisco, he thinks, is someone who deserves to be made to feel good. Someone who probably doesn't get this kind of attention nearly often enough. That's something he definitely wants to remedy, has every intention of making sure Cisco gets used to.
"Hi." he murmurs, voice soft as he kisses Cisco back, eyes falling half-shut, "I definitely don't hate curling up with you either. I know you're feeling cold, but you're...so warm, and soft, and..."
Pausing, he slides his hand down the curve of Cisco's spine to the small of his back, letting it rest there warmly, and he's about to continue when Cisco says, softly, that Eddie is his safe space. For a moment, Eddie can't breathe, he can't move or think. His lips part and he forces himself to breathe for a moment, then he's hauling Cisco up, pulling him onto his chest so he can look up at him in the dimness under the blankets, a hand coming up to cup his face.
"That's..." his voice trails off, his eyes on Cisco's, "I'm so glad, Cisco. That's all I want to be."
"Hi." he murmurs, voice soft as he kisses Cisco back, eyes falling half-shut, "I definitely don't hate curling up with you either. I know you're feeling cold, but you're...so warm, and soft, and..."
Pausing, he slides his hand down the curve of Cisco's spine to the small of his back, letting it rest there warmly, and he's about to continue when Cisco says, softly, that Eddie is his safe space. For a moment, Eddie can't breathe, he can't move or think. His lips part and he forces himself to breathe for a moment, then he's hauling Cisco up, pulling him onto his chest so he can look up at him in the dimness under the blankets, a hand coming up to cup his face.
"That's..." his voice trails off, his eyes on Cisco's, "I'm so glad, Cisco. That's all I want to be."
( helena bertinelli, she'd said, when she'd boarded their time ship. huntress.
either one was enough to set off immediate warning bells in sara, a sort of you've got to be fucking kidding me. the helena bertinelli that she knows was so hellbent on killing her own father that she went to insane lengths to do so. huntress and the canary had gone toe to toe twice and sara probably would've strangled her to death if laurel hadn't intervened, told her that she didn't believe that the canary had to be a killer. needless to say, she's not on great terms with helena bertinelli.
there are other earths, the legends had learned from barry and team flash, other worlds that could look completely identical to their own but with the most minuscule of differences. sara wonders if that's the case for this helena. she's got the name and the alias, but not the same face. it's eerie. she's trying to look past it, grin and bear it for the sake of the team who don't know better.
of course, sara ends up stuck with this brand new helena in medieval scotland and things are decidedly Not Great. it's freezing, and the ever-so-stylish tartan floor-length gown the waverider had decided to grace her with to "blend in" isn't quite doing the job. she's been pacing around the room like a caged animal, trying to pretend like she's not cold, until helena speaks. she halts abruptly and her head snaps in her direction, eyebrows lifted, like she's trying to discern if helena is being serious.
there's no way in hell, her stubborn side wants to retort. but sara isn't an idiot — she knows how to brave the elements, what's required to do so sometimes. so instead, gaze flickering towards the bed even though she makes no discernible move towards it, she answers, ) You're not wrong.
either one was enough to set off immediate warning bells in sara, a sort of you've got to be fucking kidding me. the helena bertinelli that she knows was so hellbent on killing her own father that she went to insane lengths to do so. huntress and the canary had gone toe to toe twice and sara probably would've strangled her to death if laurel hadn't intervened, told her that she didn't believe that the canary had to be a killer. needless to say, she's not on great terms with helena bertinelli.
there are other earths, the legends had learned from barry and team flash, other worlds that could look completely identical to their own but with the most minuscule of differences. sara wonders if that's the case for this helena. she's got the name and the alias, but not the same face. it's eerie. she's trying to look past it, grin and bear it for the sake of the team who don't know better.
of course, sara ends up stuck with this brand new helena in medieval scotland and things are decidedly Not Great. it's freezing, and the ever-so-stylish tartan floor-length gown the waverider had decided to grace her with to "blend in" isn't quite doing the job. she's been pacing around the room like a caged animal, trying to pretend like she's not cold, until helena speaks. she halts abruptly and her head snaps in her direction, eyebrows lifted, like she's trying to discern if helena is being serious.
there's no way in hell, her stubborn side wants to retort. but sara isn't an idiot — she knows how to brave the elements, what's required to do so sometimes. so instead, gaze flickering towards the bed even though she makes no discernible move towards it, she answers, ) You're not wrong.
You mean there was really a time when we weren't close to death and dying?
( it's definitely a joke, evidenced by the sly sort of smile that starts to tug at the corners of her mouth, but her sarcasm probably isn't all that unwarranted. the temperature's starting to drop out here, maybe not completely life-threatening just yet, but sara's content with using it as an excuse to sidle around the edge of their built fire to sit right next to ollie, lean against him so that she might steal a fraction of his body heat.
maybe this situation isn't quite what the two of them had anticipated, but sara's going to make the best of it; any excuse to spend time with ollie is a welcome one, considering how their paths have seemed to diverge after being intrinsically woven together for so long — since the beginning of everything. life before oliver feels like a third lifetime altogether. she's not ready to let go of him altogether. )
But really, Ollie. I'm glad I came.
( it's definitely a joke, evidenced by the sly sort of smile that starts to tug at the corners of her mouth, but her sarcasm probably isn't all that unwarranted. the temperature's starting to drop out here, maybe not completely life-threatening just yet, but sara's content with using it as an excuse to sidle around the edge of their built fire to sit right next to ollie, lean against him so that she might steal a fraction of his body heat.
maybe this situation isn't quite what the two of them had anticipated, but sara's going to make the best of it; any excuse to spend time with ollie is a welcome one, considering how their paths have seemed to diverge after being intrinsically woven together for so long — since the beginning of everything. life before oliver feels like a third lifetime altogether. she's not ready to let go of him altogether. )
But really, Ollie. I'm glad I came.
( good thing nate's learning a little bit of restraint with that mouth of his — if any of that happened to slip out, sara'd be showing off some of the league of assassins' finest methods of torture. saying the word "snuggle" when he's the one whose hands are making a valiant attempt at warming her up through friction or something like that is already getting him one step closer to that fate, to be honest.
but, you know. he can smile away, ask him silly question. at the end of the day, there is no way that sara lance is going to be getting up from what she's now claimed as her own personal spot. )
Captain's orders, Heywood.
( and don't mind how smug she both looks and sounds about it. )
but, you know. he can smile away, ask him silly question. at the end of the day, there is no way that sara lance is going to be getting up from what she's now claimed as her own personal spot. )
Captain's orders, Heywood.
( and don't mind how smug she both looks and sounds about it. )
[ he knows he's tempting fate by being more forward than usual. nate's seen sara in action often enough that there's little doubt left in his mind that she could and would kill him with just her pinky finger if he stepped out of line. it's why he's not completely surprised that she's pulled out what he likes to call her 'captain voice'.
doesn't mean he can't grumble a little bit as he reluctantly slips away from her and the relative warmth of the blankets. ]
Aye aye, Captain.
[ a salute and he's off to rummage through the liquor cabinet. he grabs a dark bottle, label faded and slowly but surely coming unglued at the edges. he pulls the cap off and gives it an experimental sniff. confident that it doesn't smell off, he takes a healthy slug... and promptly coughs.
he makes his way back, offering the bottle to sara before reclaiming his spot beside her and wrapping himself back under the covers. ]
Strong enough to put hair on your chest.
doesn't mean he can't grumble a little bit as he reluctantly slips away from her and the relative warmth of the blankets. ]
Aye aye, Captain.
[ a salute and he's off to rummage through the liquor cabinet. he grabs a dark bottle, label faded and slowly but surely coming unglued at the edges. he pulls the cap off and gives it an experimental sniff. confident that it doesn't smell off, he takes a healthy slug... and promptly coughs.
he makes his way back, offering the bottle to sara before reclaiming his spot beside her and wrapping himself back under the covers. ]
Strong enough to put hair on your chest.
Listen.
( She bites it out, looking over at Sara - what a fucking joke - and easing herself up. As much as you as you can ease up when you move like an angry tiger, but still. )
I'm not happy about this either, and you can get off your damn high horse. You think I'm a not good enough for your rag tag team of dysfunctional do-gooders? Fine. I've always done what needs to be done and what other people aren't prepared to, though. If I have to strong arm you into a blanket to stop you from getting God damn pneumonia, then I'll do it.
( Her ire seems like the one thing that isn't out of place, unlike her, her kevlar armour and her Sicilian accent rolling harsh over the words and chopping them up. )
( She bites it out, looking over at Sara - what a fucking joke - and easing herself up. As much as you as you can ease up when you move like an angry tiger, but still. )
I'm not happy about this either, and you can get off your damn high horse. You think I'm a not good enough for your rag tag team of dysfunctional do-gooders? Fine. I've always done what needs to be done and what other people aren't prepared to, though. If I have to strong arm you into a blanket to stop you from getting God damn pneumonia, then I'll do it.
( Her ire seems like the one thing that isn't out of place, unlike her, her kevlar armour and her Sicilian accent rolling harsh over the words and chopping them up. )
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