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Legends of Tomorrow | 1.10 | Sara Lance

Captured.

#she looks so annoyed she has to tolerate this #but it's not worth getting blood on the white leather

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Geez, You Look like Crap

Nyssa was fast asleep by the time Sara got back with the aspirin and some water. And utterly adorable like that, face buried in her pillow and hair all a mess. It was impossible not to smile at her, Sara thought. She settled herself on the bed next to Nyssa. resting her head in her lap and waited for her to stir. She could at least keep an eye on her temperature in the meantime.

Nyssa shifted maybe an hour later, and Sara gently nudged her shoulder, “Hey, come on, you need to take this.”

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Normally, Nyssa was a light sleeper - her body ready to act at a moment’s notice even in sleep - but she was so exhausted from trying to fight off the sickness that she’d fallen into a deep sleep within no time.

She groaned as she started to come to, her eyes fluttering open groggily, and winced at the light. As much as she wanted to bury herself further into the bed, next to Sara, she knew that the other woman was right. With unsteady arms, Nyssa began to push herself upright. She hated feeling like this.

It was oddly sweet, or would be if Sara didn’t know how dreadful Nyssa felt. She traced her fingers through her hair, before urging her up to sit against the pillows. Sara offered her the aspirin and a cup of tea to take it with.

“It’ll pass faster if you take something.”

“Oh”, Sara said quietly. She knows the very idea of it should be strange to her, but it isn’t. They were only on Lian Yu because of her intel…which came from her being there. She hadn’t wanted to think about it but somewhere out there a young Sara Lance was lying there injured and waiting to die. The memory was fuzzy and deeply unpleasant.

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Sin shook her head, not able to go on. “I’m sorry. I should have called in. I just… I couldn’t leave.”

Sara’s chest tightened with pain, not sure if it was for Sin or selfishly, for herself. “..It’s okay. I understand. Things like this are...complicated.”

ofbrokcnhcarts

A New Year

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Nyssa looked down at their hands with a soft smile on her lips. She turned her gaze, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she did so. “No.” Her lips pursed, thinly forming the smile line. “Mrs. Dig- Lyla.” Nyssa corrected herself, as she took another deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Offered to assist me, clearing me for travel.” Lowering the wanted status that triggered at every TSA checkpoint. “If.” Another pause, she was waiting, “if, I assist ARGUS.” Her tongue moved to apply moisture to drying lips. Being an instructor would merely be her cover, and she doubted it was Lyla’s idea all together. ARGUS knew what it wanted, and how to achieve it.

“Oh”, Sara said softly, expression falling a little. Not that she didn’t consider Argus the lesser of the many evils in the world. It was just the idea of…Nyssa being once again at the beck and call of someone else’s will. A weapon whose life was in the hands of whoever wanted to hold it. That hadn’t been the life she’d wanted for her in the League and it wasn’t now.

“Do..do you want to?” She asked carefully.

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“No.” The answer was simple enough, however; Nyssa might as well be infantile in this world. A world outside of the league, she ran a hand over where the heavy cuffs of prison once wore on her wrists. A memory she longed to be rid of. “I would however,” there was a moment to think on her words, as her eyes gazed out onto the city below, “like to travel without…” The brunette’s brow furrowed as she grasped at the words. “I would like to travel.” She said for there was no other way to say it, yes - she had traveled before but through means she did not always appreciate.

“Laurel assures me, the work as an instructor would still be available.” Nyssa’s confident of that at least. “A relative of yours… Richard Drake, I believe. Owns a dojo in Gotham. Apparently in his age, he cannot handle nearly as many clients and classes.” She’s trying to deter the talk, the one where they discuss what Nyssa wants - of which she isn’t quite sure of.

“No”, Sara shook her head quickly, “We’ll find another way, you’re not- you can’t just sell yourself over. It’s not a price of freedom, it’s a leash and Waller is holding the end.” She knew that it wasn’t her call, it was Nyssa’s decision but just the idea made her skin crawl. They’d both fought too long, Nyssa deserved a life outside of a cage, more than anyone Sara knew.

“Pregnancy suits you…”

“Hilarious”, Sara drawled, undoing a few buttons and clips and shrugging out of her coat..and the various parts of the ensemble that gave the impression of being heavily pregnant. “Next time you need something smuggled into the country in a pinch? Thea gets to do it.”

(SCARS MEME) She hadn't meant to walk in on Sara. Usually she respected everyone's privacy. So when she found the other woman changing, she couldn't help but stare at her scars. It made her own twinge in a phantom pain like the glass or other objects were being dug into her skin, the warm blood pouring down her skin..."I'm sorry" Lisa blurted and went to back away, slapping into the door instead of walking out of it.

Sara turned around just in time to see Lisa bounce off the door frame, clearly flustered. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why. Her costume covered the worst of her scarring, almost all of them, it wouldn’t be the first time she sight of what was under Sara’s clothes would shock someone. “It’s okay”, she said, pulling her shirt down, “You’re not the first person to look at me like that,”

don't know if you saw or not but i did reply to the thread we'd started if you're interested in continuing ^_^; also hi

Nope didn't see it! Tumblr sucks!

But for a moment, let’s just imagine.

Nyssa, seventeen, maybe eighteen, being let off the leash by Ra’s for one of the first times. It’s a solo assignment, in England. Over the course of which things get complicated and she crossed the path of a young John Constantine.

John getting such a kick out of ruffling her feathers.

Calling her ‘Princess’, once he finds out who she is. (The League isn’t unknown among magic practitioners)

John suggesting they celebrate whatever mess they got themselves into by going for a drink and possibly playing wingman for each other.

He’s obnoxious, cocky and abrasive, but in the years that follow she thinks he may have been one of the few friends she ever made. He gives her a number to call if she ever needs anything. They see each other once more after that, then nothing for eight years.

She calls him when Sara dies, wants to know if there’s a phenomenon for the feeling that someone you lost will be right behind you if you just turn around.

He coughs into the phone before simply answering, “Grief.”

Another year, and she’s watching something with Sara’s face strain against her chains, wishing she had the strength to put her out of her misery. She doesn’t, she knows it.

Her father is dead, he can’t hide her in this mountain anymore, can’t decide with whom she interacts. And Malcolm holds no true power over her.

She dials the number.

“Been a long time, Princess.”

“I need your help.”

@birdfromthenight

THE SEASON 4 AU WE ALL DESERVE BECAUSE OLIVER SHOULDN’T BE THE SOLUTION TO EVERY PROBLEM.

thisoldgalsaysno

FUCKING THIS!!! BECAUSE WHEN THE HELL WOULD OLIVER MEET CONSTANTINE WITH ALL OF THAT TRAINING HE HAD TO SQUEEZE IN. That training that makes me such a martial arts master enough to beat someone with 4x more experience.

BECAUSE OLIVER IS THE PROTAGONIST AND THEREFORE HE MUST KNOW EVERYTHING AND ALWAYS WIN OF COURSE.

-GRINDS TEETH-

I’m just saying. We could have had socially maladjusted queer brotp and you know. Women taking care of their own shit. But it’s way more important to point out how stupid lol Laurel is and Ollie and some other dude need to come clean up her mess again of course.

Let’s ignore the poetry of blood family being the one to bring Sara back to life and a lover be the one to help bring back her soul

thisoldgalsaysno

That poetry has been seen, it is wanted, it is needed.

IM SO MAD THAT TEAM STRUT WAS KILLED! Their relationship was so beautiful. I’m gonna start calling Oliver Godliver because he’s so damn perfect…

Yuuup. And they totally imploded Laurel and Nyssa’s friendship for the sake of a tiny bit of drama. Which is nice. Good to know how much they value platonic realtionships not between Oliver and Diggle on this show.

thisoldgalsaysno

For real. We get episodes of QueenDiggle heart ache, but Team Strut is killed right then and there. With Felicity’s lamenting of “just like old times, original team arrow *swoon*” makes me want to puke and just say screw it, let’s have Laurel ditch this place, take Thea and Nyssa and make them the Birds of Prey. I swear if they code name Felicity as Oracle or something like that, I’m gonna pop a blood vessel.

And another thing, WHY IS GODLIVER BETTER AT EVEN COOKING! Felicity doesn’t even know how to cook eggs?!

Because having non-detrimental character flaws like not being able to cook and rambling makes Felicity lol more charming lol! Get it. Because she’s a nerd. So special. Please take my baby out of manic pixie dream girl territory she’s so much better than that.

“I want the H”

Thea grinned as she snuck up behind Sara. She wanted to surprise her, so she wrapped her arms around her in a from behind hug. “Hey Sara!”

“Your team is lucky to have you, do they realize that?” Thea asked with a small smile.

Sara shrugged, “My relationship with the team is…complicated.”

Thea sighed. “My offer is open. You ever need someone to kick their ass, let me know.”

“I can do my own asskicking”, Sara promised, “They wanted a stone cold assassin, that’s what they got.”

She frowned. “That’s not all you are though. They are idiots if they can’t see that.”

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Sara shrugged a little, “It’s what they need, and honestly...none of them have the kind of experience to deal with half the stuff we run into. Kendra maybe, but she’s not exactly in touch with it all.”

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She wasn’t expecting the kiss, not at all, and that was the only reason that her arms flailed slightly before resting on Sara’s hips. It was not because Sara was a remarkable kisser.

Sara felt her hesitate, tensing slightly at the touch, and was ready to pull beack until she felt Nyssa relax, her hands curling softly against Sara’s sides. Sara took the opportunity to kiss her a little longer, lingering and savoring the moment. When she pulled back, her point clearly made, she paused for breath, unsure. Everytime with Nyssa felt like the first, still covering unknown territory.

“That was em, I hadn’t expected that… It was nice,” She said with a small smile.

“Sorry”, Sara apologized mildly, clearly not feeling the sentiment too much as she slid down, nuzzling her lips against Nyssa’s neck, “You don’t like surprises, note taken”, she breathed.

“I never said that, I am just not use to surprises that is all.” Nyssa smiled.

"Maybe you could stand a few more", Sara suggested, gently pressing a slow kiss to Nyssa's collarbone as she wasn't being discouraged in any way. She was in a lazy, slow mood from her long training day, and part if her just wanted to curl up on the spot. But that was...

Come on, Lance, she scolded herself, you can't tell the heir to the friggin demon that you just want to /cuddle/ after jumping her twice.

I'm rereading Stomr Front now. Harry Dresden is just life.

The best. Great fandom too. I rped there for years

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“It’s ok”, Sara said soothingly, “I’m just…getting used to being touched”, she admitted. She’d been so jumpy when she’d first come back, a frightened, animal instinct that she’d nearly broken Nyssa’s wrist for just laying a hand on her shoulder without warning.

“I don’t know”, she sighed, “Go….somewhere.”

Oliver tilted his hea to the side, nodding, “That sounds like a good idea,” he said as he smiled a little. “A trip is what I needed,” he said quiety. “Why don’t you take Nyssa and go somewhere?” he asked. “She missed you….and I’m thinking she’d probably do anything to get away from Merlyn..”

Sara stilled, face going unreadable, "I don't think that would be a good idea", she admitted. Things with Nyssa were complicated. A lot of guilt was involved. Nyssa for ignoring her instincts and not stopping Sara from going to Starling on the trip that killed her, or fighting so hard against her resurrection. For Sara it was her complete inability to be there for Nyssa afterward, as well as the fact that she'd nearly broken her wrist when Nyssa had startled her.

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What do you do when you’re in an awkward situation?