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the corner’s of thea’s mouth curved into a small smile upon seeing laurel, someone whom thea had often admired as a child.

“—— laurel, hey, thanks for stopping by. it’s really good to see you. sorry i haven’t stopped by, i’ve been busy getting this place back up & running again. actually, i’m glad that you’re here for s e v e r a l reasons.

—- do you think that sara would like her old job back?”

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' no it's fine. it's a big project, i can tell. i'm just happy you're home. ' she was immediately faced with the same dilemma as she had been in her dad's office -- whether to tell the truth or w i t h h o l d it. like previously, she offered an apologetic shrug of her shoulders. ' --- i'm sorry, thea. sara's ... not in town anymore. she took off not too long after you actually. '

#madeofxiron #i feel that feel it's totally fine.#it's super important too tbh.#:)))#;; v: a cold inferno.

felicity:

Felicity glances up from her tablet and it’s the voice teetering across from her that is still one she’s getting used to being in the arrow cave. Brows quirking, words skate on her tongue only to draw out the simplicity.

“Shoot.”

Normally this is something she would have taken up with Oliver, but given his position in the circumstances, she wasn't sure of his honesty. At least, she knew that Felicity was practically incapable of a lie convincing enough for her. She steels herself for the answer, shoving aside her own personal feelings. ' Is it true? Did Roy kill my sister? '

#that awk moment when i wrote the starter before the ep #so i know the answers???#but laurel doesnt???#go with it???#lol #xremarkable

oliver:

he did not pity her, not now, not before, not ever. laurel had always been one of the most important people in his life, filled with a passion, conviction, something he had lacked in his youth but something he had found on the island, during the five years he spent in absolute hell. he takes a seat next to her, sighing and gently placing his hand on her lower back.

’ you don’t have to be, laurel. i know you might think putting up a front will make you look strong but… its not suffering that makes us weak. ‘

as soon as she feels his hand touch her, she can feel her wall weakening. it causes her to feel two conflicting things: the desire to curl into him and feel that certain kind of comfort only he provides and the urge to push him away. because it makes more sense that way. he's the one person in the world who has broken her heart more than once and lived to tell the tale. the only person in the world she would ever let get that close again. all the same, the warmth of his light touch melts her ice and she slowly feels her eyes well with tears.

' --- and how much suffering is enough? how much pain do i have to feel before i break? how many times do i have to lose the people i love before... before i just stop caring anymore? what can make me weaker than that ? '

#fiveyearsalone

harryshumjrs

Laurel Lance in Arrow 3.06 Guilty

#;; an elastic heart.#;; sometimes it's the people closest to us who queue to us best.

telefilmaddictedforever

#;; an elastic heart.#;; victim of circumstance.#;; sometimes it's the people closest to us who queue to us best.

seeing-red-arrow

#;; an elastic heart.#;; a beautiful name.#;; it runs in the family.#;; sometimes it's the people closest to us who queue to us best.

claraaoswlds:

Naturally, Clara’s first instinct was aliens; she blamed the Doctor, though it wasn’t a bad thing because she loved it. Instead, it seemed that everything was just humans, not that that made her feel any better, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Central City, that might have been a whole other story, but for now she was settled here for a short time.

Clara worked for a moment to come up with a response that didn’t sound completely ridiculous. She took another small sip of her coffee before beginning to speak, hoping she didn’t sound like an idiot.

❝ Peculiar things happening here within the last year, I’m a very curious person. The organization I work with would be pleased to know that Starling City doesn’t need our interference. ❞

Her initial hesitation could have been overlooked and in hindsight, Laurel may have wondered when she became so mistrustful of strangers. Somewhere between the mysterious murders of Starling's elite and the strange occurrences in her own life, she figured. Beyond that, the fact that so many secrets and lies had been kept and revealed in a relatively short amount of time had a great deal to do with it too. Or maybe she just doubted people in general. As her mother always said you attract more bees with honey than vinegar and she made at least a solid attempt at forming a smile as she extended her hand over the table. There was a chance that if she was less of her straight-forward self and more cordial, she might actually get some answers. Answers to protect her friends. ' Right. I'm Laurel Lance, by the way. I work with the district attorney's office. I wasn't aware that the city was under any observation but if you're looking for something in particular, we keep good record on the cases that developed last year. '

#claraaoswlds #;; v: tbd.

queensarrow

"You shouldn’t be here. No, this is exactly where I should be.”

#;; an elastic heart.#;; teacher.#;; spoilers.

She was prepared to spit out some Glades material lash at whoever just made her spill her coffee all over the sidewalk mere minutes after she'd gotten it -- but the outrage fell short when she looked up into a face she'd only read about and heard about. Her shock is apparent in her deadpanned tone.

' Barry Allen? You're in a coma. '

#absoflightning #;; v: a cold inferno.

' Felicity ... can we talk? '

#wow sUPER short but i promise it can and will get longer.#oracletocode #;; v: a cold inferno.

breakingblood:

“That’s just it — I think you know exactly what.”

He had snapped. She looked like her. She sounded like her. And while Sam normally wouldn’t get like this once he trapped a demon, he was still feeling a strong sense of betrayal in the back on his mind. Ruby had been the one to drive him into starting the apocalypse. A weight he would never be able to take off of his shoulders, despite being the one to stop it with his brother as well. Taking out a flask from his back on the rickety table that his duffel sat on nearby, Sam unscrewed the top and splashed water in her direction. The problem was, however, that nothing happened as the water struck her skin. In a state of disbelief he splashed her a second time to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

”Wait — what…? This isn’t right. This can’t be right.”

Reflexively, the second whatever he had splashed on her, she winced. It could have been any numbers of liquids, including acid, she didn't know. It was a small relief that it didn't hurt. But upon being doused again, her strong front melted down. She was unable to retain the soft sob that choked out of her throat, tears welling up in her eyes. Whoever this man was, he was out of his mind and there was a dread that settled into her belly that wherever she was she might very well die here. And none of her friends would ever know. No one was coming for her. Face dripping, she turned back to her captive, her fear and anger coming through mixed.

' What do you want, you crazy son of a bitch? I -- I don't know anything. I don't know you. Why are you doing this? '

#breakingblood #;; v: sister fates.

believe-in-chemistry

#;; an elastic heart.#;; spoilers.

breakingblood:

It twisted in his stomach just how much one person could get into his head. That there was a possibility that he really did have someone that was totally clueless to what he was doing. But Ruby had manipulated him at every corner and he had never seen it coming despite everyone else’s warnings. He couldn’t risk that again. Couldn’t risk letting her go until he knew for sure that it wasn’t her. He had a few ways of testing that, but he decided that asking questions was the best place that he could start with. Shaking his head he chuckled under his breath.

”I’m not falling for your tricks again — tell me why you’re here. And just so you know, I still have your blade.”

'--- What? '

If it wasn't apparent before that she was completely in the dark as to what was happening and why, she was at a loss on how to make that more clear. For a moment, all she could do was stare blankly at him. The idea occurred to her that this was possibly -- probably -- a very big misconception. Her only conclusion was that he was insane, which made the whole situation that much worse. If she could reason with him, even a little bit, there just might be a chance she could get free. Even if she was just free enough to run.

' Look -- I don't know who you are or what you want but... Just untie me. I'll just go, okay? You'll never see me again. '

#breakingblood #;; v: sister fates.

claraaoswlds:

It wasn’t really a mission, more along the lines of a piqued interest on her part, though of course it didn’t hurt to have a badge that said she could essentially do what she pleased. Starling City was certainly strange, vigilantes running all about, earthquakes caused be machines. Clara could not help as her curiosity got the best of her. She just had to do some investigating.

Though of course poking about she was bound to earn some attention. Today, this attention seemed to come in the form of a woman that approached her as she was sipping at her coffee and waiting for her food to arrive to the table.

❝ Of course. You’re welcome to join me, if you like. I hear the pancakes are fantastic here. ❞

That was certainly not the reaction she was expecting and definitely not the one she's accustomed to. Most people upon hearing the words 'questions' usually clammed up immediately. Particularly when it was a Lance during the questioning. She easily chalked up Oswald's openness to being new to the city and in more or less unfamiliar territory.

Nevertheless, she took a seat across the table from her, unwilling to let the opportunity pass by. She ordered a simple coffee from the waitress who stops over and then turned her attention back to the slight woman in front of her. Well, she certainly didn't fit the 'operative' profile but she figured she was safe in asking the obvious.

' Well, what brings you to Starling City? Not much of a national crisis here. '

#claraaoswlds #;; v: tbd.

it's truly impressive to see the small transformations the club has gone through in just a few short days. for a place she's seen as little more than a shell for months now, it looks like verdant might be its old self again. naturally, she finds the youngest queen hard at work near the bar -- which is where she leans, a friendly smile on her face.

' i heard you were back in town. i just had to see for myself. '

#madeofxiron #;; v: a cold inferno.

breakingbloodarchive-blog

It probably hadn’t been done out of the best judgement before he had taken his actions through. But when someone passed his line of vision with a very striking resemblance not only to someone who had greatly betrayed his trust in the past or whose vessel should have been dead as a human, Sam in no way could be too careful in his position. He had taken all of the steps to set her in a devil’s trap, tie her up in ruins and slip her somewhere that would be inconspicuous to those in the local area. An abandoned building. It’s probably more or less like something his brother would have done, but he knows that it’s something he needs to take care of.

“What are you doing here — ? You’re supposed to be dead. Don’t think I’m going to be fooled again.”

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Maybe it was the fact that her head was pounding and it took a moment longer than usual to process things, but she could have sworn this person's tone was implying that he knew her. When he came into focus however, she was certain she'd never seen him before in her life. The only expression she could form on her face was pure shock. Followed shortly by outrage as she pulled on the ties a bit harder, feeling them pinch into her arms. Whoever he was, he was obviously dangerous and she wanted nothing more than to put as much distance between herself and him as quickly as possible.

' Dead? What -- I have no idea what you're talking about. Let me go! '

#breakingblood #;; v: sister fates.

' Agent Oswald? '

Although being well aware that springing such a precarious offer on former military -- especially covert military -- during a morning coffee run was unwise, but it was hard to catch this woman.

' --- Sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask you a few questions if I could. '

#claraaoswlds #;; v: tbd.

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