I'm very sorry I was so rude to you, especially within so short a time of seeing you. I know we disagree on a lot of things but that absolutely does not excuse my being so cold to you. I hope we can make amends in time.
( she's been here for all of five minutes when her handy little cell phone buzzes, which definitely gives her pause. is there someone that she knows here? were they informed of her arrival? this is —
oh. )
Sorry to disappoint, Leliana, but I think you have the wrong number. No Morrigan here.
( and there's a pause before she sends another text, foreseeing an inevitable followup question: )
Like... a musician. But with more spoken words. Like a poet? With music? Kind of?
( oh god, she's horrible at explaining this stuff. )
Rappers are kind of notorious for having a shitload of money and possessions and maybe most importantly, women. So I guess maybe feeling like P-Diddy would feel like living like a rich famous dude surrounded by a lot of hot chicks and loving life, or something like that. It actually sounds pretty ideal.
( man it's really unfortunate that sara lance was too busy being a goddamn assassin during The Rise of Ke$ha™️ and is fairly oblivious to contemporary pop music in general... she'd love her. )
( she doesn't recognize the number of the device that's calling her, but she picks up anyway. she most certainly recognizes the voice; it could make her blood turn cold.
sara's first reaction is anger; he'd left her here in eudio without so much as a single goodbye, though she figures it's pretty much her fault considering what she'd told him about what he did to mick.
next comes relief. she respects him, in some completely contorted way, as a teammate. better company than the likes of professor martin "astonishing" stein and ray palmer — better at cards, too, even if she's pretty sure he cheats. he's back.
rather than show her entire hand all that once, she settles somewhere in the middle: indifference, maybe mock, or maybe very real. )
Well, well, well. I didn't think they let crooks into this place.
[A small box arrives at her apartment - left on her coffee table because Len can totally break in and it's not like he's going to just leave it on her doorstep or entrust this to a mailman. What is he, an amateur?
It's a small, slender, wrapped package, with a card on it - he doesn't want her to think it's a bomb or something. The card is Christmas themed, with a red-nosed reindeer pulling Santa's sleigh through a snow-filled sky. It's the kind you write your own message inside, and he's written in a neat script: For: Sara, From: Leonard. Saw it and thought of you.
The wrapping is neatly done, also Christmas themed in blue with silver snowflakes, wrapped by an imperfect, but careful and precise hand and tied with a black ribbon.
Inside is a hand-crafted hunting knife with an inlaid handle of snowflake obsidian. It's well-sized to her feminine hand, but also extremely functional and wickedly sharp.]
( sara may have missed it entirely if it weren't for the metallic silver snowflakes that catch the light as she enters her apartment after a long night at pandemonium. immediately, she's got a pretty good idea of who left it there — it's a thought that gives her pause; not because leonard had broken into her apartment, but because he'd left her a present.
needless to say, sara doesn't remain in her apartment for very long.
sure, it's almost two in the morning, but here she is anyway, knocking loudly on the door of len and mick's apartment. she's just waiting there with her hands hanging lamely at her sides, but with a brand new, way too fancy, obsidian-handled knife in its sheath strapped to her thigh.
hopefully the correct rogue answers the door, because sara is most definitely — literally flinging herself at him. it doesn't really matter if he catches her or not, because she's just gonna wrap her legs around his waist, arms hugging his neck, murmuring against his ear, ) You romantic asshole.
[Sure, he's heard the whispers, here and there, about the "real" reason people are visiting the ruins, but he's 99.98% enthralled by just the idea that they exist and that there's some kind of mystical energy to be found. He just wants to explore.
Sara was the first possible only person to come to mind that might appreciate that.]
Miss Lance, I've been meaning to explore the ruins of the area and maybe get a little closer to figuring out the energy of this particular world.
If you'd care to join me, I'd welcome your company.
sara has to read over the message at least twice as she tries to understand a.) why rip decided to message her of all people for a casual exploratory jaunt through some ruins considering the shaky grounds the two of them are on right now and maybe possibly forever and, perhaps more importantly, b.) if rip is oblivious to the city's rumor mill or if he's being purposefully vague on that front. it's kind of baffling — the first is a little more easily dismissed, and she lingers on the second thought for a little too long which makes her kind of mad at herself. )
[Christmas morning, a package is left in Sara's living room, as if delivered by Santa Claus. It's wrapped in silver paper with snowflakes on it. Inside the box is a gift certificate for a shop known for really killer shoes, and a note 'take me with you when you go ;)']
[ assume this is sunday. after brunch. a couple bellinis in. linda's fingers lazily punch in keys, substituting actual emotions for emojis. the lazy girl's guide to talking about things, by linda park. ]
so what's the deal w/ you and ice princess he's been weird ever since we danced around his dick
which for him is extra weird so a girl's gotta ask
Weird how? Haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary when it comes to me and him.
( well. except for the whole someone else telling leonard that they love him and leonard kind of flipping out about it thing. they've got their own stuff to worry about, sara thinks. )
so i get that valentines isn't exactly a thing for people like you guys (that's not an insult i promise) so that was a week ago and i was kind of thinking that maybe i wanted to do something and i thought about you aaand i just realized how that just sounded so hear me out???
what we did before when len had powers i though maybe we could possiblydothatagainonlythistimehedatleastbeabletotouchusandiknowitsprobablykindofweirdtobeaskingbutiwantedtotalktoyoufirstbeforeimentionedanythingtolenaboutitsowhatdoyouthinkpleasedontkillmeforasking!!!!!
You mean you wanna have a for real threesome this time? You can say the word you know, Barry
( sorry, barry. sara might not kill him for asking but she might make him sweat it out for a minute because he's stupidly, completely endearingly sweet and good and pure. )
dear miss sara lance you've been cordially invited to sit on gwen stacy's face for an extended period of time it's been too long and she misses rolling around in bed and basically just getting to be around you should you choose to accept this invitation all that's required is that you stop by her place literally anytime maybe text first to make sure she's there but she'll make sure she's there sincerely, gwen stacy's representatives
Dear Gwen Stacy's representatives, Sara Lance is delighted to receive your invitation but has a few important questions first 1. This sounds like some very fancy shindig Is there a required dress code? 2. Is Gwen Stacy's schedule able to accommodate any undetermined changes? Sara Lance isn't sure if she'll be satisfied with only a few hours of face sitting Thanks. Sincerely, "Miss" Sara Lance
( kind of a fib. she was pretty pissed off at him for doing what he did back in their world — screwing with the timeline irreparably to save his family when he knew he shouldn't have ... doing exactly what sara thinks about doing on the regular.
she'll never be good at articulating it, but her best deduction is that her frustration with barry has stemmed from frustration with herself. )
[She almost sends this text on and off in the weeks after the mayor's announcement, and in a lot of ways, she's probably avoiding it. She knows this is going to be the hardest goodbye she's going to have to say, but she needs to say it. She knows that even if Laurel is alive or not, they're never going to have as much time as they should have back home.
( sara's avoided thoughts about the mayor's announcement like the plague; leaving eudio means leaving way too many people that she cares about, too many people that she loves behind. they'd said that incentives will be fulfilled once everyone's sent home, but even if that's the case, sara knows that once she's back, she'll be right back aboard that timeship, expected to lead her team and to right any and all time aberrations, defeat baddies that threaten to change the world one millisecond at a time.
laurel might wake up in her bed one day, seek out their father. she might remember what had happened to her as if it happened in a dream, wonder how exactly she ended up where she is. quentin might wonder about and thank whatever kind god decided to grant him one of his daughter's lives back to him yet again. and sara won't be there.
so the text is more than welcome; any time she can spend with laurel in the next two months is absolutely precious. )
Free pizza? You know I'm game I'll be there soon :)
( you know she's in the right spirit when she's texting smiley faces. sara arrives at laurel's door soon after as promised, knocking. )
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I'm very sorry I was so rude to you, especially within so short a time of seeing you. I know we disagree on a lot of things but that absolutely does not excuse my being so cold to you. I hope we can make amends in time.
Apologetically,
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oh. )
Sorry to disappoint, Leliana, but I think you have the wrong number. No Morrigan here.
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rude how did i lose this notif :( text;
out of a desire to break my heart obvs
but now we are REUNITED <3
picks you up and spins in a field of flowers
FROLICKS W YOU
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asdkasf i'm in love with leliana goodbye
fkjfdjk AS WE ALL SHOULD BE TBH my problem child, my bae
forgive me for this stupidity i beg u
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i'll never forgive u
( and there's a pause before she sends another text, foreseeing an inevitable followup question: )
Like... a musician. But with more spoken words. Like a poet? With music? Kind of?
( oh god, she's horrible at explaining this stuff. )
Rappers are kind of notorious for having a shitload of money and possessions and maybe most importantly, women. So I guess maybe feeling like P-Diddy would feel like living like a rich famous dude surrounded by a lot of hot chicks and loving life, or something like that. It actually sounds pretty ideal.
( man it's really unfortunate that sara lance was too busy being a goddamn assassin during The Rise of Ke$ha™️ and is fairly oblivious to contemporary pop music in general... she'd love her. )
but bae
maybe......
I'll throw in a free air conditioner
ok but remember that time minstrels
don't hate you love the minstrels
GOODBYE what in the fRICK are THOSE
A STAPLE OF MY CHILDHOOD bless the uk tbh
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Guess who?
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sara's first reaction is anger; he'd left her here in eudio without so much as a single goodbye, though she figures it's pretty much her fault considering what she'd told him about what he did to mick.
next comes relief. she respects him, in some completely contorted way, as a teammate. better company than the likes of professor martin "astonishing" stein and ray palmer — better at cards, too, even if she's pretty sure he cheats. he's back.
rather than show her entire hand all that once, she settles somewhere in the middle: indifference, maybe mock, or maybe very real. )
Well, well, well. I didn't think they let crooks into this place.
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wow rude w/ that icon
Haha!
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I'm just going to put all Leliana's absurd questions in one place;
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one day I'll run out of these
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( sara's not usually one for capslock but holy good god she is absolutely losing her shit right now! )
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It's a small, slender, wrapped package, with a card on it - he doesn't want her to think it's a bomb or something. The card is Christmas themed, with a red-nosed reindeer pulling Santa's sleigh through a snow-filled sky. It's the kind you write your own message inside, and he's written in a neat script: For: Sara, From: Leonard. Saw it and thought of you.
The wrapping is neatly done, also Christmas themed in blue with silver snowflakes, wrapped by an imperfect, but careful and precise hand and tied with a black ribbon.
Inside is a hand-crafted hunting knife with an inlaid handle of snowflake obsidian. It's well-sized to her feminine hand, but also extremely functional and wickedly sharp.]
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needless to say, sara doesn't remain in her apartment for very long.
sure, it's almost two in the morning, but here she is anyway, knocking loudly on the door of len and mick's apartment. she's just waiting there with her hands hanging lamely at her sides, but with a brand new, way too fancy, obsidian-handled knife in its sheath strapped to her thigh.
hopefully the correct rogue answers the door, because sara is most definitely — literally flinging herself at him. it doesn't really matter if he catches her or not, because she's just gonna wrap her legs around his waist, arms hugging his neck, murmuring against his ear, ) You romantic asshole.
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Sara was the first
possible onlyperson to come to mind that might appreciate that.]Miss Lance, I've been meaning to explore the ruins of the area and maybe get a little closer to figuring out the energy of this particular world.
If you'd care to join me, I'd welcome your company.
[Nailed it.]
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sara has to read over the message at least twice as she tries to understand a.) why rip decided to message her of all people for a casual exploratory jaunt through some ruins considering the shaky grounds the two of them are on right now and maybe possibly forever and, perhaps more importantly, b.) if rip is oblivious to the city's rumor mill or if he's being purposefully vague on that front. it's kind of baffling — the first is a little more easily dismissed, and she lingers on the second thought for a little too long which makes her kind of mad at herself. )
You looking for a bodyguard, Captain?
Yeah, I'll see you there.
( — welp. apparently she'll see him there. )
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so what's the deal w/ you and ice princess
he's been weird ever since we danced around his dick
which for him is extra weird so a girl's gotta ask
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Haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary when it comes to me and him.
( well. except for the whole someone else telling leonard that they love him and leonard kind of flipping out about it thing. they've got their own stuff to worry about, sara thinks. )
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locked. /does the thing before i forget the thing
(that's not an insult i promise)
so that was a week ago and i was kind of thinking that maybe i wanted to do something
and i thought about you
aaand i just realized how that just sounded so hear me out???
what we did before
when len had powers
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we could possiblydothatagainonlythistimehedatleastbeabletotouchusandiknowitsprobablykindofweirdtobeaskingbutiwantedtotalktoyoufirstbeforeimentionedanythingtolenaboutitsowhatdoyouthinkpleasedontkillmeforasking!!!!!
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You can say the word you know, Barry
( sorry, barry. sara might not kill him for asking but she might make him sweat it out for a minute because he's stupidly, completely endearingly sweet and good and pure. )
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Do you help Kara Danvers steal the motorcycle in the forest or do you help park ranger Oliver Queen defend his prize?
The choice is yours, Sara Lance. Choose wisely.
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I know which way I'm leaning but before I can commit to anything I have an important question:
Why?
It's kind of hilarious though I respect it
why not.
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I went back to our world for a little bit
Didn't want to make a big deal about it this time
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you've been cordially invited to sit on gwen stacy's face for an extended period of time
it's been too long and she misses rolling around in bed and basically just getting to be around you
should you choose to accept this invitation all that's required is that you stop by her place literally anytime
maybe text first to make sure she's there
but she'll make sure she's there
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Sara Lance is delighted to receive your invitation but has a few important questions first
1. This sounds like some very fancy shindig
Is there a required dress code?
2. Is Gwen Stacy's schedule able to accommodate any undetermined changes?
Sara Lance isn't sure if she'll be satisfied with only a few hours of face sitting
Thanks.
Sincerely,
"Miss" Sara Lance
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are you still mad at me?
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Frustrated
( kind of a fib. she was pretty pissed off at him for doing what he did back in their world — screwing with the timeline irreparably to save his family when he knew he shouldn't have ... doing exactly what sara thinks about doing on the regular.
she'll never be good at articulating it, but her best deduction is that her frustration with barry has stemmed from frustration with herself. )
Why?
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text. sometime. idk.
you busy?
( short and to the point. a linda park classic. )
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What's up?
u know it
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But eventually she finally manages to hit send.]
I just ordered a pizza. Want to split it with me?
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laurel might wake up in her bed one day, seek out their father. she might remember what had happened to her as if it happened in a dream, wonder how exactly she ended up where she is. quentin might wonder about and thank whatever kind god decided to grant him one of his daughter's lives back to him yet again. and sara won't be there.
so the text is more than welcome; any time she can spend with laurel in the next two months is absolutely precious. )
Free pizza?
You know I'm game
I'll be there soon :)
( you know she's in the right spirit when she's texting smiley faces. sara arrives at laurel's door soon after as promised, knocking. )
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