qviddiitch:
while oliver didn’t have much of a need to hide behind a mask, he had always LOVED halloween. the opportunity to be someone else for the night, to cut loose and engage in activities that he’d regret in the morning, eating his weight in candy. it was ideal, it was fun. and this night was no exception- he’d gone all out, spending weeks putting together his costume and even going as far as enlisting avalon’s help with painting his body gold. he looked great, and he felt great- nothing was going to stand in the way of him having a good night.
or at least, so he had thought- but that was before he made it to the club. after consuming his drink of choice, the witch’s heart, he had been overcome with a sudden desire to tell the truth. and that’s exactly what he’d done, suddenly unable to keep his mouth shut he’d moved through the crowd blurting out the truth left and right. he was fortunate it had been so loud, otherwise, well, he probably would’ve been on the receiving end of more than one punch.
at some point he managed to make his way outside, a loud sigh of relief escaping from his lips as he stepped into the crisp autumn air. for the first time that night, he found himself able to relax. he was alone, and that meant he was safe from ruffling any feathers. that was, until, he rounded the corner to come face to face with his ex-girlfriend. “cho,” he greeted her with a faint smile, his voice cracking as he stepped closer. “you look good,” he added, regretting it almost immediately. he was just fortunate that he managed to refrain from saying anything else, instead biting his lip as he waited for her response.
Oliver is the last person she expects to see, but perhaps she's a bit stupid to think otherwise. It's Murphy's Law at work, after all--anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Knowing Cho's questionable streak with the few she loved, the application of this law was just her blindingly brilliant luck. Of course the person Cho had willingly shared a year of her life with had to be standing in front of her, adorned in gold and muscle. It's almost painful, though she wouldn't tell him that.
The thought, like a stray bird, flies out of her mouth before she can stuff it back in. Her throat itches like she has a piece of popcorn at the back--it's possible, but that's not it. Wanting to cough, she blurts: "I should've known you'd be here." What? "Not that it's a bad thing! I just didn't think our reunion would be like this." Cho's left with her mouth hanging open, red lips formed into a surprised O. She can't deny that Oliver crosses her mind more than she'd like to admit--sometimes, when the days darken too early for comfort and she's in bed, she thinks about the way their bodies had once curled around each other for warmth. But that had been the problem. She had relied on Oliver too much. The guilt of him taking her the emotional rocks off of her back and onto his own had eaten away at her to the point that she knew it was wrong. So she left. That was the best thing for him. Cho would’ve been selfish to stay.
She tries to keep her gaze from wandering and her thoughts on track. Obviously her beverage of choice hadn't done her any favors. Was it spiked? She hadn't looked at the descriptions when she initially downed it. Shit. The sensation returns, crawling at her throat like a painful rash. Then it vanishes. The words that pour out of Oliver sound just as confusing as her own. She picks up on the way his voice breaks and caves into itself and offers a sympathetic smile. Oh. She looks good. Pursing her lips, she stares down at her outfit. Merlin, she would've worn medical robes if she knew she was going to run into him. "You look good too. I guess I have pretty splendid taste in men, yeah?" Cho wants to kick herself in the shin. Better yet, she might as well tell Oliver to hit her with his broom. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to say that."















