Like a Bird on a Wire

A semi-selective RP account for Sara Lance. Est. Feb 2015

[birdonawiresara]

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[characterdrivenmanor]

"Wow I've been knocked for six right now. Can't even think straight, I'm as dumb as a bag of rocks." Gordon muttered to himself, apologising to Sara profusely

He put the towels down on the side. For some reason, he felt cold. Deathly afraid like something in him wasn't so immortal anymore. Like he was human here.

"That sounds like a typical boss though." Gordon points out. "I've heard plenty of horror stories."

[birdonawiresara]

“Hey, no, Gordon, look at me,” Sara attempted to meet his gaze, “This is nothing, all right? I’ll get you patched up in no time, and you’ll be fine. I was just teasing you. Kind of what I do.” As she started to carefully clean the wound, she saw his features darken, but it didn’t seem to be from pain. Something else was on his mind, he seemed worried. Afraid. But she didn’t want to pry, so instead she reassured him, “You know you’re safe here, right? You can relax, I’m not going to let anything happen to you. And yeah, she’s pretty much the stereotypical boss, and that’s fine. I don’t plan on sticking around that much longer anyway. This was just a way to make some fast cash before I hit the road again. What about you? You mentioned something about falling through the universes…”

[birdonawiresara]

Continued from here:

@missmargomuse616

Sara smirked, shaking her head, “Frequent those when I have cash, too.” But coffee and donuts were something she got to enjoy - the complete opposite of the protein bars or canned foods that she normally ate. Whereas most of the time, if she was at a bar, she was drowning her sorrows. And not by getting drunk - she could drink a lot, and she’d be lucky if she even managed to get tipsy - but to just... sit in the bar, she supposed, and feel the burn of the liquor as it ran down her throat. The other woman’s words brought her out of her thoughts and she nodded in agreement, “This is my first time, but they make a great donut; they’d easily rank high on my long list. And never really did worry about my waistline.” Mostly because she spent the majority of her life training, patrolling, or fighting. She then wiped off any remnants of donut on a napkin before taking the other woman’s extended hand and giving it a firm shake, “It’s nice to meet you, too, Margo - I’m Sara. And no, like I said, it’s my first time. Just something of a donut connoisseur. Easy to know good quality when I taste it.”

[sapphiccanaries]

endless gifs of sara lance → [41/∞]

[greentxppedarrow]

"We can tell them tonight over dinner," That would give them time to enjoy the rest of the afternoon and Oliver time to start thinking about his part in it. He could go online and get ideas for their gifts while they were asleep. "William can have first pick, then Connor," he was the eldest; it seemed fair. And it would hopefully get the teenager more engaged for the day. The memory of the two of them celebrating Connor's first birthday together made him smile. For her, it had been about watching their son; for him, it had been about watching her take in some of the moments she had missed out on but had been able to enjoy in the moment. In that way, it had been better than the boy's initial party. Sara's laugher made his smile turn into grin as she recalled the Green Arrow cookie cake and the aftermath. "I'll make sure to order one for the day he picks." But there was still something else that would need decided. "Once the boys pick their days, you need to pick a couple of days. Whether we spend them with the boys or doing whatever you want. For your birthday and the anniversary I missed."

[birdonawiresara]

Sara nodded in agreement, softly smiling, “That will give them something to look forward to, which isn’t something they’ve had in a long time.” She tried. Felicity tried. The Diggles tried. Thea and Roy tried. They all tried to support the boys in any and every way they could think of, to give them outings or events to look forward to. But they couldn’t give them the one thing - the one person they wanted. Now Oliver was home, and any celebrations they had would feel complete simply because he was there to be a part of them. “He’s going to pout, or give us his best version of your growly voice,” Sara warned, “But we’ve been learning a lot about waiting your turn, and being patient, not to mention I’ll just tell him that will give us more time to plan even more fun things. He’ll calm down.” As for ordering a Green Arrow cookie cake for whatever day Connor chose, she shook her head, “Let him do it. He likes to pick it out. Our five-year-old is a master at picking out whichever design will get him the most frosting.” Which was exactly like Sara and picking out donuts. As much as their son worshipped his dad, there would always be parts of him that were 100 percent Sara. Oliver then brought up choosing days for her birthday and their anniversary, and she shook her head again, “I really think we should focus on you celebrating with the boys for now.”

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

That's what you are: darkness in the darkness.

— Sjón, Codex 1962: Thine Eyes Did See My Substance (A Love Story)

[characterdrivenmanor]

"Happy Thanksgiving." Gordon laughed and settled down next to her. "Oh and also, you know I'm chaos incarnate and so is my brother, so if you really want things to get chaotic, say the word and we'll do something about it."

He was teasing, but loved the way Sara smiled, loved the way she spoke.

"What's your plans, then?"

[birdonawiresara]

“I do not,” Sara replied with a shake of her head. “Chaos in my life is rarely ever just chaos.” It usually involved bloodshed. Death. She’d had enough of it to last a lifetime - or two, in her case. So no, she was happy to have a quiet Thanksgiving, to simply observe the hustle and bustle of the city around her as she munched on her peanut M&Ms. “You’re looking at them. And, Gordon, if you want to know how often I share my peanut M&Ms with people, the answer is I don’t. So you better take advantage of this Thanksgiving miracle while you can.” A beat passed before she added, “What about you? Or do gods not celebrate Thanksgiving?”

[hesjustcarter]

Carter sucked a soft breath through his teeth. He’d been hoping for a stab wound, if only because the injury would be clean and localized compared to the chaos of a gunshot.

Tugging a pair of gloves from his first aid kid, he glanced over his shoulder and frowned. “Don’t apologize,” he entreated. “I’d rather you come here than bleed out in a gutter.”

He noted the way Sara struggled with her jeans. A look of resignation tore across her face, and just when he moved to assist, she revealed how they were stuck.

“No, no, don’t rip them off,” he quickly denied. “You could tear your clotting…let me find some scissors.”

Returning to his kit, he retrieved a small pair used for instances precisely like this, and then returned to her side. “Hold still,” he encouraged. “It’s hard to see, and I don’t want to nick any skin.” Taking a bottle of water from his nightstand, he poured the liquid over her wound — not just to help him see amidst all the blood, but to also potentially loosen dried clots to keep them from tearing along with the removal of fabric.

Once everything was sufficiently wet, Carter set to work on snipping away at her pantleg, choosing to move horizontally akin to making cut-offs. “Who did this to you?” he demanded. Perhaps it was a moot point, but it was imperative that he keep Sara alert and talking. “Do you think you could identify them in a lineup?”

With her pantleg cut away, Carter gently peeled the fabric down around her thigh until it was pooling around her ankle. “There,” he said. “You look you’re trying to start a fashion trend with that, but I think I’ll mock you later.” Nodding to a chair by his bed, he added, “You think you can sit down and prop your leg up for me?”

[birdonawiresara]

Sara was surprised when Carter told her not to apologize, that he would rather her come to him than end up bleeding out in a gutter. She had expected him to chastise her, to question why she hadn’t called 911 or gone straight to the hospital instead of coming to his home, but he didn’t. He simply focused on what needed to be done, which currently meant dealing with the fabric of her jeans being stuck to the wound. She spoke of just ripping it off, but he quickly told her not to do that, and she pulled her hands back. But that also meant she wasn’t putting any pressure on the wound, and blood flowed more freely from it. As he searched for scissors, she questioned, “Pressure - even if it affects the clotting - good or bad? Because the bleeding’s getting worse…”

After that, he found the scissors, and told her to hold still, that it was hard to see and he didn’t want to nick her. That was an easy command, one she’d heard more times than she could count, and her body fell into it instantly. Even when he grabbed a bottle of water from the nightstand, pouring its contents over the wound, she remained motionless. It wasn’t until he set to work cutting off her pant leg, questioning who did this to her and if she thought she could identify them in a lineup, that she even spoke again, “It doesn’t matter, there’s not going to be any lineup. I’m not reporting it. ...And I need it to stay between us. Please, John.” Then he was carefully peeling the fabric away from her wound, allowing it to fall down around her ankle, before lightly teasing her about mocking her new fashion trends later, “You’ve got me. One of my highest priorities in life - fashion.” As for his question about whether or not she could sit down and prop up her leg for him, she answered it by walking over and sitting on his bed, slowly and carefully propping her leg up on the chair in an effort not to rip open the wound further.

[starcitysirens]

Stephen Amell has a question for Caity Lotz [x]

[birdonawiresara]

@greentxppedarrow buuurn 🔥 😂

[ofinkandalibis]

Jamie's lips parted as though he had a response ready. Then he closed them again. "...You know what?" A small laugh escaped him. "I actually believe you."

There wasn't a hint of sarcasm in his voice. At this point, he had no doubt she'd have somehow managed to save the coffee and catch the suspect if she'd been given half a chance.

Her explanation of it being "calculated recklessness" earned a slow nod. "Calculated recklessness." He repeated the words as if trying them on for size. "I'm pretty sure they taught us to call that something else at the academy."

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "But I get what you mean." His gaze drifted back to the burn on her arm. "You don't freeze." It wasn't really a question. "You see someone who needs help, and you move."

There was something admirable about that. Also something that probably took years off the lives of the people who cared about her. Jamie's smile softened. "Just promise me one thing."

He paused. "The next time you decide to be the only plan..." He gestured toward her arm. "...at least let me buy you a replacement coffee afterward." He shrugged one shoulder. "Seems like the least the NYPD can do."

[birdonawiresara]

“What can I say? I’m an expert multitasker,” Sara deadpanned. As for them calling ‘calculated recklessness’ something else back at the academy, she asked, “Oh, really? And what would that be?” He went on to explain that he understood what she meant. She didn’t freeze. She saw someone that needed help, and she moved. The first thought that popped into her mind was, Hesitation is weakness. The League had drilled that into her in ways beyond his comprehension. Still, she couldn’t say that to him, so instead she simply said, “Time can mean the difference between life and death. So yeah, I move.”

After that, he was asking her to promise him one thing, and a look of curiosity briefly appeared on her face as she waited for him to continue. Then he was telling her that the next time she decided to be the only plan, that she should let him buy her a replacement coffee afterwards. That it seemed like the least the NYPD could do. She raised her eyebrows in reply, “Let me get this straight, my skin is blistering after I took down a purse thief. But you want me to wait until the next time someone scalds me with coffee, until the next time I have to chase and tackle someone to get it replaced? In other words, don’t hold my breath.” She punctuated that with a smirk.

[thehopefulquotes]

“You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.”

— Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow To The Sea

[lctthcdcvilout]

Matt parted his lips, about to say something in response to the other’s words before closing them. Their stories were so similar it was scary. Though in reality he wasn’t entirely sure Elektra was dead this time. It seemed silly but a part of him felt as though he would know if she was truly gone. At the Canary’s question, he tilted his head away and his jaw tightened. Thinking back to the night when he had believed he had lost Elektra for good. When he had heard the finally few beats of her heart before he got up and finished the fight with The Hand with Frank Castles help. “She was killed and from what I know - resurrected, and it was her…I think or a part of her was still hidden beneath the surface. I didn’t really have much time to figure it out before I lost her again-..." At the woman's next few words, Matt gave a nod of his head. "Yeah-...to be honest, it is kind of scary how similar our stories are." At the new name his brows furrowed amusingly underneath his mask, "Why George?"

"Oh-...honestly I'm not really familiar with the term so I wasn't sure. If it is someone who has abilities most other humans don't - then yeah I guess you could classify me as a metahuman. Never really labeled myself though." Matt laughed at her response and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe not, but if I do find one - I'm not going to tell you. I imagine you'd try to mask it." After he mentioned The Hand, he focused his attention on trying to get some sort of read off of the other. If she had any sort of reaction to the name, whether it be anger or anxiety. Yet her heart rate remained mostly unchanged. "Same for the Hand. I haven't heard much of them, so I'm hopeful they are destroyed. Nearly destroyed the city the last time they were here."

The hint of a pout formed on Matt's lips when his billy clubs weren't immediately returned back to him. When he heard the subtle sound of metal sliding across fabric and something flying through the air towards him, he quickly reached out and his hands wrapped around the object the woman threw his way. "So are mine," he retorted, before his other gloved hand ran across the long staff. "Well now that we are both armed, warehouses are this way-..." he told her nodding to his right before heading in that direction.

[birdonawiresara]

Sara was silent as he explained that he had someone in his life who was killed and resurrected. Or, at least, he believed it to be her, that he thought part of her was still there - underneath the surface. But he didn’t get the chance to find out before losing her again. A long beat passed before she replied, “Do me a favor? Remember her. The real her. Or even the parts of her that you saw fighting their way through. Because the resurrection process... I can’t tell you what it did to her, I can’t tell you what she experienced, but mine literally separated my soul from my body. I was... Well, I don’t have the memories of what my body was doing, only where my soul was trapped, but from what I was told, I was completely out of control. Rabid. Did things I would never choose to do.” Not to mention, it left her with after effects that would be with her for the rest of her life. “And yeah, it’s weird, but... We’re on two different sides of that experience. If I can tell you anything that might - I don’t know, give you peace of mind or even understand things better... It’s worth it.” As for him questioning his new name, she simply shot back, “Why not George?”

Sara waved him off, “It’s not that simple. Being a metahuman involves being in a particular city during a particular event, and my guess is - given you don’t know anything about it - that’s not you. That your situation is unique to you.” She then smirked, not even bothering to hide the mocking tone in her voice in response to him saying that, if he found a tell of hers, he wouldn’t call her on it because he was afraid she’d try to mask it, “Sure, sure. Wouldn’t have anything to do with not being able to find one in the first place.” After that, he returned to speaking of the Hand and it was eerie how much they reminded her of the League. She, too, hoped both groups were gone for good, having witnessed - and at one point, been a part of - their destruction firsthand. Which was why, even though they’d only just met, she offered, “If they ever do return, I’ll be here to back you up. No questions asked, all you have to do is say the word.” As for her refusing to return his billy clubs, he pouted - he actually pouted, and she laughed, “You do realize the entire scary Daredevil persona you’re trying to put out is completely ruined by that? You look like a five-year-old.” Then she was testing his reflexes, throwing her staff straight at him, and he caught it without hesitation. She didn’t bother to mask her response. Oliver. Their first fight together. They switched weapons with ease, fought together in a way that was effortless. Now, he was gone. She tossed the billy clubs back to him, “Give me my staff. Please.”

[characterdrivenmanor]

"Sara? You're a friend of my brothers. My name is Cain. I was just popping in to see if you're alright."

[birdonawiresara]

While Sara’s features remained neutral as she turned to face the man, internally she was preparing for a fight. She didn’t have a lot of friends left, and so the odds of anyone knowing who she was as she continued to travel the world were slim to none. Still, she appeared nonchalant as she replied, “Oh, yeah? Who’s your brother? And aside from the very dangerous job of prepping the bar before the masses descend, I’m fine. Why would you assume otherwise?”

[sapphiccanaries]

endless gifs of sara lance → [63/∞]

[greentxppedarrow]

Maybe it would be better to wait to visit the statute; Oliver honestly wasn't sure what his reaction would be to seeing it in person. He still remembered the way he'd felt seeing the tombstone with his name on it after coming back. He could imagine it would feel the same he'd felt then. It still felt strange that either one had existed to begin with. And if the morning was anything to judge by, trying to leave the boys for even a couple of hours to have dinner with Sara and visit it with just the two of them would trigger a meltdown from Connor. The statute would still be there once it would be easier for them to leave. "We could do something like that again. Just the four of us," he could order the gifts online and have them delivered. When she mentioned their youngest had fallen in love with cookie cakes, Oliver laughed. "Of course he did. It's two of his favorite things in one."

[birdonawiresara]

Sara nodded, “I think that’s a great idea. I want to give you time to settle in again, to let all of us get settled in again, but after that - they each get a day. Their own day to celebrate however they want to, within reason; if I say they can do anything they want, our backyard will get turned into a seal sanctuary.” She paused before adding, “I think we should announce it soon, too. The easiest thing would be to pull up the calendar on my phone, give them a block of dates to choose from, and then we can start planning. It’ll be something fun that we can all do together, something positive. And - speaking from experience - when we celebrated Connor’s first birthday, as much as he enjoyed getting yet another smash cake and a mountain of toys, I think I enjoyed it more. Seeing his little eyes light up... watching as he played more with the boxes than the actual toys... I think it will be the same for you. Getting to see them excited and happy and having fun, getting to celebrate those milestones with them... It’s perfect, Oliver.” She then lightly laughed along with him, “It, of course, always has to be Green Arrow-themed, so between the initial piece and the leftovers, his lips and mouth end up green for days...”

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I love when the writers forget Sara was also friends with Tommy

[birdonawiresara]

THANK YOU! I’ve been screaming this from the rooftops for how many years?! And yet they never acknowledge her grief when she returns to find out he’s gone or, you know, what it’s like for her to see his evil!doppelganger…

[backedagainstthewall]

"You make it sound like we're going to be in jail together or something" James said. "I mean, I have some skills, but not the kind of things that look great to a lot of employers. How do I tell them 'I can break an arm with a tire iron?' I ain't real sure that's going to get a lot of positive looks."

"I reckon I might have to take you up on that sometime. I have given that a thought. I do know how to fight, how to get out of dangerous situations. But I don't know."

He smirked. "I'll have to get some good security then. You can't get past everything. But maybe it would be a good idea. Lots of people want to do martial arts or self-defense type classes."

[birdonawiresara]

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Sara deadpanned, “It helps that my dad’s the police captain, though.” She then shook her head, a small huff of air escaping her lips, “I wasn’t talking about that, I was talking about your ability to fight. You’re good, James. And there are people out there who could use your expertise, who could use that training. As for training with me, you’re always welcome to it - working out with a partner is fun, even if it’s only at half speed.” She punctuated that with a smirk before shaking her head, “You could buy the best security in the world, and it wouldn’t matter, I’d still find a way in. Might as well just give me a key. But I do think it’s a good idea, one that you should definitely give more consideration.”