[ he shouldn’t be surprised; how easily things come back, despite the time spent apart, or what’s happened in between. even the location isn’t overly important. the foundry; a cave...holding her provides the kind of comfort he didn’t realize was missing before. she’s a former assassin; a survivor, beyond what others could comprehend, and...no one would be quick to ever call sara lance vulnerable. the softer side of her, he’s never really been able to let go of, or ‘get over’.
tension leaves his body and his free hand slips into sara’s blond locks; since constantine restored her soul, little of the time they’ve been able to spend together has been alone like this. always a crisis around the corner; and what she’s doing now, thinking of a more important task would be nearly impossible ]
Sara…[ his voice is just above a whisper, intimate, though it still echoes off the walls, dulled by howling winds. ] I’ve missed you.
[ the best opportunity to say something like that? no; but that’s never stopped either of them before. it feels...important, for her to know. looking down, there’s a thick swallow ]
That’s half the reason why I came. [ he would have had her back, regardless, but still ]
[ 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?
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tension leaves his body and his free hand slips into sara’s blond locks; since constantine restored her soul, little of the time they’ve been able to spend together has been alone like this. always a crisis around the corner; and what she’s doing now, thinking of a more important task would be nearly impossible ]
Sara…[ his voice is just above a whisper, intimate, though it still echoes off the walls, dulled by howling winds. ] I’ve missed you.
[ the best opportunity to say something like that? no; but that’s never stopped either of them before. it feels...important, for her to know. looking down, there’s a thick swallow ]
That’s half the reason why I came. [ he would have had her back, regardless, but still ]
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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?