[ facing the criminal element is second nature; situations that others would flee from are faced head on without allowing the hint of fear into his heart. an easy explanation is that having been close to death so often builds up a tolerance that can’t be attained in any other way; which, should speak volumes about his current state….the christmas gala, something he found out to be his duty as mayor, has the green arrow’s stomach twisting into knots, and the stress levels rising higher than they should.
his out and out refusal to let kara plan the party has nothing to do with whether he thinks she’s capable of it; doubting supergirl is a lesson that he’s steadily learning not do, the decision has...more to do with her being his invited guest. date? that’s the fuzzy part; his own fault, for not being specific in asking her to come. he’s brushed things off to thea; and even took a small break, venturing to the foundry to work off some of the build up tension on the salmon ladder,
still, the phone has been constantly buzzing, and when he gets back the foyer, her voice is what breaks through and brings him out of his thoughts. when a woman says his name in that exact way, there are some things even he’s unwilling to deny, and she’s at the top of that list right now ]
Kara? [ rounding the corner, all the work that she’s done has become more obvious; in all honestly, his attention hadn’t been on the hired planner to realize what a terrible job was being done, outside of thea’s complaints. his eyebrows lift slightly as he looks at her; just as high energy as he knew she would be and the corners of his mouth twist upwards ]
The mantle is fine, I promise. [ he has noticed what she’s standing underneath; a sprig of green, and even though she isn’t aware at the moment, he doesn’t doubt she knows all about holiday traditions. closing the distance between them in even strides, he reaches out, gently lowering her hands that were clutching said nutcracker ] Breathe. There’s something more important to deal with at the moment.
[ he could tell her; point towards the mistletoe, but the safe route isn’t one oliver queen engages in very often. the risk being if she reacts badly kara could probably knock him across the room without meaning to. instead he tips her chin up with one hand and leans down, brushing his lips across her’s. it’s an innocent enough kiss for the mistletoe; but probably not as chaste as he should have been ]
sometimes these things happen in star city
his out and out refusal to let kara plan the party has nothing to do with whether he thinks she’s capable of it; doubting supergirl is a lesson that he’s steadily learning not do, the decision has...more to do with her being his invited guest. date? that’s the fuzzy part; his own fault, for not being specific in asking her to come. he’s brushed things off to thea; and even took a small break, venturing to the foundry to work off some of the build up tension on the salmon ladder,
still, the phone has been constantly buzzing, and when he gets back the foyer, her voice is what breaks through and brings him out of his thoughts. when a woman says his name in that exact way, there are some things even he’s unwilling to deny, and she’s at the top of that list right now ]
Kara? [ rounding the corner, all the work that she’s done has become more obvious; in all honestly, his attention hadn’t been on the hired planner to realize what a terrible job was being done, outside of thea’s complaints. his eyebrows lift slightly as he looks at her; just as high energy as he knew she would be and the corners of his mouth twist upwards ]
The mantle is fine, I promise. [ he has noticed what she’s standing underneath; a sprig of green, and even though she isn’t aware at the moment, he doesn’t doubt she knows all about holiday traditions. closing the distance between them in even strides, he reaches out, gently lowering her hands that were clutching said nutcracker ] Breathe. There’s something more important to deal with at the moment.
[ he could tell her; point towards the mistletoe, but the safe route isn’t one oliver queen engages in very often. the risk being if she reacts badly kara could probably knock him across the room without meaning to. instead he tips her chin up with one hand and leans down, brushing his lips across her’s. it’s an innocent enough kiss for the mistletoe; but probably not as chaste as he should have been ]