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Dear Morrigan,

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,

Leliana

Sara! Could you explain a phrase for me? Would would "feeling like P-Diddy" mean?

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Edited 2016-05-11 17:29 (UTC)

Hey Sara...

Guess who?

So you've heard about this memory sharing thing?

Sorry not sorry

I'm sorry.

you have got to see this--

[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.]

so i've been thinking

[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.

[Nailed it.]

[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

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!!!!!

In the battle of "Oliver Queen's motorcycle", there can be only one winner.

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.

Haven't seen you around lately. You're not dead again, are you?

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

so
uh

are you still mad at me?

hey stranger
you busy?

( short and to the point. a linda park classic. )

[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.

But eventually she finally manages to hit send.]

I just ordered a pizza. Want to split it with me?

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forgive me for this stupidity i beg u

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I'm just going to put all Leliana's absurd questions in one place;

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