[meme] christmas means k-i-s-s-i-n-g

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mistletoe meme!

hello friends! you've stumbled upon the dc universe's newest crop of hanging mistletoe - with your new favorite person! whether it's magical compulsion, that you're trapped until you kiss, or just tradition and social pressure, you've been caught under the mistletoe and that means you have to kiss.

get ready to pucker up, buttercup!

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laurel lance

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[unrecognizable]

[ looking forward to the holidays hasn’t been part of his life since that initial return to star city; when reaching out to the people who spent years thinking him dead had carried importance; and, for laurel, there’s no doubt in his mind that it’s been even longer. the damage done to her family because of his selfishness isn’t the kind of guilt that oliver could ever be completely over; nor did he deserve to. this...feels different, for reasons that weren’t easily explained. it didn’t equate to him playing Christmas music; or wearing some hideous sweater.

an offer to get hot chocolate from the local branch of jitters was an easy excuse to see laurel; the question he should have been asking is why did there need to be an excuse? they had grown up together; and from the beginnings of his teenage years, she took up residence in his heart, despite the way certain actions may have seemed. things were simpler then; and only now, after the horrors of lian yu and what followed, did he realize just how much they had been taken for granted. time is the one thing impossible to get back; but...it didn’t extinguish all hope within him.

walking; another choice made with certain things in mind...he didn’t think laurel would have objected to a ride on his bike, but speed wasn’t a necessary factor in all of this. standing under one of the street lights, hands slipping into the pockets of his leather jacket, that’s when he finally spots her, and he lets his fingers brush across the mistletoe he’s keeping concealed ]

Laurel [ the corners of his mouth curl into the start of a smile and he moves to close the distance between them ] Hopefully the city is willing to forgive me for borrowing you tonight.

i'm sorry for the slow!

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I think they'll live. As my boss keeps reminding me, an ADA is allowed to have a night off every once in a while.

[She makes her way closer with a warm smile, before tucking her arm into his. It's a familiar gesture that they've done many times before, and in a lot of ways she needs. Oliver is always going to be a part of her life, no matter what happens between them, and she can't chop off that large a part of her and still be Laurel Lance.

Just the same as he can't chop her off and still be Oliver Queen.

At the end of the day, she's simply glad that this part of her is still here, even if things aren't the same as they used to be. And to be honest, it's probably for the best that they aren't completely the same.]

What about you? Don't have a busy night ahead of you?

no worries! totally worth the wait

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Your boss sounds pretty wise.

[ There’s nothing quite like the Laurel Lance smile; especially when directed towards him. He’s stood across from Malcolm Merlyn, Deathstroke, and Ra’s al Ghul...none could break through his defenses quite as easily as she does; it’s what comes from knowing each other at the depth that they do. His anchor, even when telling her hasn’t necessarily been something done recently ]

Digg said he could hold down the fort, I figured I should take him up on it. [ Star City is never quiet; but during the holiday season, crime at the street level did seem to lull...even thieves and arms dealers had families. Her arm linked with his; he’s already in the motion to turn towards jitter so they could pick up the order before he stops.

Right. A small part of the reason why his invitation had been sent initially ] There’s...one thing, first Now that I’ve got you here. [ The free hand he’s had stuffed into the pocket of his jacket emerges a few seconds later and what’s being held in it is fairly obvious ]

Merry Christmas, Laurel. [ Not that the mistletoe is being offered to her; instead he’s holding it above her head, not able to fight off the grin spreading across his expression ]

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[She glances up at the mistletoe and she laughs. It's a fairly cheesy gesture, but it reminds her of the Oliver before the island, who would corner her at his family's holiday parties with mistletoe he didn't need to steal kisses she would willingly give. It's nostalgic and easy, all at the same time, and she glances up at him for a moment, before pushing up on her toes to kiss him softly.]

Merry Christmas, Oliver.