Sara Lance { is the steady hand & beating heart } (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
strongerthanyouknow) wrote2018-11-04 07:44 pm
strongerthanyouknow) wrote2018-11-04 07:44 pm
Current Legends of Tomorrow/Arrow (2018-2019 Seasons)
Sara closed down everything early tonight, never returning to her office after dinner, with a single nod toward Mick, before returning to her room. Turning over and over the small, strangely shaped thing John had brought to her. That he'd said should work as long as she was holding it. That it should only work for her, but that it wasn't a perfect conduit. If it worked.
If she didn't upset all of hell and time doing it.
Which could be half arrogant bullshit, but gave her a little pause to stare at.
But it didn't stop her sitting on her bed, turning it over and over in her fingers. Then, scooting back until her back found the wall on the far edge of her bed. Taking a deep breath and trying to calm her mind. Her jangling want for it to work. The low grade current of deeply tangled emotions from the moment she got to Star, too late to do more than see her father dead and Oliver walked off to jail.
The jail he was still in, even when her father was well under the ground now.
Sara breathed in. Then, breathed out again.
Focused on the idea. The hope. The thread of concern.
Focused on Oliver's face. So many different flickers of it.
In that hospital hallway. In the Star news. Eyes edged in green leather. Smiling at her.
The last time he hugged her, when the worlds were all blurred and they had that last quiet second.
The last time she was in Star, before the last time, fighting at his side, when The Legends were done.
Here went nothing.
Oliver?
If she didn't upset all of hell and time doing it.
Which could be half arrogant bullshit, but gave her a little pause to stare at.
But it didn't stop her sitting on her bed, turning it over and over in her fingers. Then, scooting back until her back found the wall on the far edge of her bed. Taking a deep breath and trying to calm her mind. Her jangling want for it to work. The low grade current of deeply tangled emotions from the moment she got to Star, too late to do more than see her father dead and Oliver walked off to jail.
The jail he was still in, even when her father was well under the ground now.
Sara breathed in. Then, breathed out again.
Focused on the idea. The hope. The thread of concern.
Focused on Oliver's face. So many different flickers of it.
In that hospital hallway. In the Star news. Eyes edged in green leather. Smiling at her.
The last time he hugged her, when the worlds were all blurred and they had that last quiet second.
The last time she was in Star, before the last time, fighting at his side, when The Legends were done.
Here went nothing.
Oliver?