"I'm not going to sit here while you destroy yourself."
Hades scoffed. “While I destroy myself? Little girl, you are on thin ice if you think this is to destroy myself.” She was fuming, almost literally.
Persephone was restless, and understandably. However, she didn’t help her case by being incredibly stubborn. The second she found out the true reason Hades had asked to stay with her, she had been trying every play in the book to get right out of it. Of course, it was too late and Hades wasn’t one to give in to resistance. Not so easily, anyway.
“You’re completely insane!” Persephone shouted.
“I am doing this for the good of Olympus, but you wouldn’t understand, you are a child compared to the rest of us!” Hades hissed. “You know nothing more than what you’ve been told, and by your deceitful mother, at that, Persephone. I am not destroying myself, I am destroying the foundation your parents rebuilt; the idea that living on a pedestal, on top of a cloud, guarantees the most power.” She took a step back from the young goddess and began to pace around the bedroom. She drew a deep breath and faced Persephone. “I need you here.” Hades continued, calmly. “I need your cooperation. I need… you, Persephone. Please.”
“Who’d you piss off to get invited to this party?” supercanary
“What?” Kara quirked her brow, then let out a soft laugh. “No one! This is Cat Grant’s Christmas party! I mean, it’s not as glamorous and festive as it was last year; it’s pretty minimalist, but that might just be the trend this year?” She shrugged her shoulder. “Oh, Cat Grant is the Queen of all Media on our planet. Pretty big deal, and she’s also my boss.”
“And this Cat Grant is the same lady that calls you Kiera?”
“Laurel? Laurel?!” Oliver ran into the courtyard of Queen Manor, seeing the witch who’d turned him into this- this thing.
“Ollie.” She grinned, turning to face him.
“Turn me back!” He begged, catching his breath.
“God, you look terrible.” Laurel chuckled, looking over the rugged man.
“Turn me back, Laurel!” Oliver growled, clenching his fists.
The echo of his voice shook Felicity awake. Confused, the blonde peered around her room and patted her night table for her glasses, which didn’t necessarily help since it was the middle of the night. She heard arguing from outside and then jumped from her bed to look outside her window.
“Now, why would I ever do that? If anything, I should have made you look worse. Consider it a favor.”
“A favor?! I look hideous.”
“It matches your personality.” Laurel grinned wider, causing Oliver to be more angry with the situation.
“Reverse it, now!” Oliver demanded.
“Not until you find some miracle of a woman who could ever love a wretched thing like you, Oliver Queen.” She spat, looking him up and down. Laurel shook her head and chuckled again. “I suppose that’s never.”
“What if I found someone?”
“What are you talk---”
“What---” Oliver paused, exhaling heavily, “what if,” he began again, lowering his voice, “I fell in love. Hm? Does that count?”
“What? In love with her legs?”
“No! Real love. Romantic-movie-kind-of-love.”
“I’m so sure, Ollie. Who is she? Your live-in? Because banging your employee who has no choice but to live with you isn’t really considered love. Then again, what do you really know about love?” She asked rhetorically.
“We’ve n-- we haven’t done anything.” Oliver mumbled, bowing his head slightly. Laurel grinned, stepping closer to Oliver. He peered up at her for a moment, then rolled his eyes.
“I’ll be damned.” Partly amused with the new information, Laurel was also a little bit vexed with the idea. She’d spent most of her youth trying to win Oliver Queen’s affections, for him to find love with his live-in assistance who’d -- knowing how vain Oliver was -- most likely never seen him. “You’re in love with the help.”
“She’s not the help, Laurel.”
Felicity had a hard time hearing what they were talking about from her room. Not that it was necessarily any of her business, but she was curious to find out who this Laurel was, plus, it was beginning to be her business given they’d woken her up from a well-deserved sleep.
“I’m sorry, Ollie-- well, I’m not, but the curse can only be broken if she loves you for who you are. Not the other way around.”
“C’mon!” Oliver groaned, quickly looking toward Felicity’s bedroom window, then back toward Laurel. He furrowed his brow, then looked back toward her bedroom.
Catching Oliver’s glare, Felicity ducked under the window, only waiting a couple seconds, then made sure he wasn’t still looking. That would have been embarrassing.
“Look,” Oliver started, slowly taking his gaze away from the window, drawing his attention back to Laurel, “Felicity isn’t like anyone else.”
Felicity’s ears perked up as he said her name. She stayed perfectly still.
“I’m sure, but what’s done is done, Oliver. If you can get FELICITY to fall in love with you, the curse will be lifted.”
Felicity’s eyes widened slowly. “Whoa.” She whispered, slowly bringing herself to the floor. “Whoa.” She repeated.
“You’re bad at this, Oliver. You’re exceptionally bad.”
Oliver groaned, then rolled his eyes. Thankfully, his back was turned to Felicity, otherwise he would have never heard the end of it. “I know what I’m doing.” Oliver mumbled, fidgeting with the fuse box. Felicity accused the current setup for the power outage at the Queen Manor, but really, anything could have caused it. The power lines could have been messed with easily by a couple of punks. Though, he could hear the tap of Felicity’s foot against the floor the longer he was taking the figure this out. “Look, I almost got it going, I just gotta switch a couple of things and probably replace a fuse.”
“It’s a fuse box, Mr. Queen, you’re not disarming a bomb.” Oliver rolled his eyes again.
He flipped one of the switches and yelped, stepping back abruptly. He’d gotten a small shock from the fuse box.
“Again, exceptionally bad.” Felicity moved toward the fuse box and flipped the switches that had been flicked the other way to turn them on. “See? You should probably just leave the technical stuff to me, and you can, well, not touch it.”
Oliver grumbled, clutching his hand. If she weren’t so good at her job, or so pretty, he probably would have fired her. Maybe. He wasn’t used to his employees being this mouthy.
△ how much to you actually watch Felicity, Oliver? To what extent does that go?
3/10 does not want to answer
“Basically, everything she does. It might sound overbearing, or stem from paranoia, but she’s my employee and I’m making sure she’s doing her job. And, no, there are no cameras in her room, there are some that can look in, but I’m not a creep.”
❝listen… i may be tiny but my kicks can reach very high don’t try me. ❞ batb (:
Oliver waggled his brow as Felicity made an attempt at a threat, a small smirk pressed to his face.
He was intrigued by this woman. In his defense, she was small, as much as she was interesting. He had been around his fair share of women, but none quite like her. He watched her always, quietly, but of course, that was more for his safety, to be sure she wasn’t about to sneak into his room and leak to the press that Oliver Queen locked himself away out of vanity. Though, she knew what he looked like, what he’d been turn into and to his surprise, she hadn’t gone screaming.
“Mhmm,” Oliver hummed, then crossed his arms along his chest. Felicity rolled her eyes at him and while that would have annoyed him, he grew more amused with this woman before him.
