the green arrow

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NAME:   oliver jonas queen AGE:   22-32 (verse dependent) SPECIES:   human GENDER:   cis male ORIENTATION:  heterosexual PROFESSION:   vigilante —————————————————————————- PHYSICAL ASPECTS BODY TYPE:  fit, muscular HAIR:  blonde EYES:     green SKIN:   white, scarred HEIGHT:  6′2 —————————————————————————- FAMILY FAMILY:   verse dependent!  always  dinah lance and roy harper . SIBLINGS:   emiko queen (half - sister - dc comics prime earth) / thea queen (sister - dctv verse) PARENTS:   moira and robert queen ANY PETS?: yes [  ]  || no [ X ] —————————————————————————- SKILLS   PHYSICAL PROWESS: 10 /10 SPEED:   9 /10 MAGIC:   0 /10   —————————————————————————- LIKES COLORS:   green .  blue .  black . SMELLS:   freshly cut grass .      FOOD:  chilli ,  thai food  . FRUITS:  apples ,  strawberries DRINKS:   carbonated water .  vodka . —————————————————————————-

OTHER DETAILS SMOKES?   Yes [ ]  ||  No [ x ]  ||  Occasionally [ ] DRUGS?   Yes [   ]  ||  No [ ]  ||  Occasionally [ x ] (used to) DRIVER LICENSE?   Yes [ x ]  ||  No [ ]  ||  Other [ ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED?   Yes [ x ]  ||  No [ ]  ||  Almost [  ] —————————————————————————- DONE!

it  seems  like  time  stand  still  for  a  while  as  she  digest  what  he’s  saying  about  her  son     :     but  it  only  brings  on  an  all  too  familiar  headache     .     new  information  that  she  can’t  quite  wrap  her  head  around     .     new  information  the  house  digs  into  eagerly  but  won’t  allow  her  fully  to  process     .     maybe  she’ll  also  notice  the  cold  air  around  bare  feet     ,     the  house  rotting  away  around  her  and  the  layers  of  dust  on  everything     .     maybe  she’ll  realize  she  didn’t  dream  falling  down     ,     maybe  she  realize  she  didn’t  wake  up  but  died  instead     .

❛     n                no     .     that  can’t  be     right     .     ❜     he  was  just  a  little  boy     !     married     ?     author     ?     living  in  LA     ?     eyes  press  tight  shut  and  a  grimace  stretch  across  features  as  she  shake  her  head  violently     .     swallowing  the  lump  in  her  throat     ,     eyebrows  pull  together  in  confusion  before  looking  up  at  him     .     how  could  he  looks  so  relaxed  while  telling  her  this     ?     her  little  boy     .   .   .     it  couldn’t  be  right     !     ❛     he  never  told  me     .     i’m  his     .   .   .     ❜     i’m  his  mom     !     he  could  have  called     .     something     .     

shoulders  sinks  and  it’s  like  she  falls  back  into  herself     :     as  if  there’s  a  switch  turned  and  she  looks  at  him  with  empty  eyes  now     .     as  if  the  outburst  seconds  before  never  happened     &     a  tiny  smile  bow  upon  lips     .     ❛     they  will  come  home  soon     .     i’m  sure  of  it     .     ❜

THERE’S  A  VOICE  IN  THE  BACK  OF  HIS  HEAD  THAT  IS  NOW  URGING  HIM  TO  RUN .  its the instinct to flee whenever he doesn’t have a factual understand of what’s happening .  this woman ,  a stranger in a dark house , so relentless about the man who previously owned a house that was only bound to be sold to the highest bidder , a subject of his past , of his childhood , certainly a place oliver wanted to turn into SOMETHING positive ,  not only for himself but for the community .  he’s taken aback by her reaction ,  finally moving away from the sink  &  crossing his arms over his chest .  he’s bracing himself ,  but he’s not particularly sure what exactly he’s trying to protect himself from . 

“  look ,  i’m not sure he told anyone but his family about this .  if you ask me , he was all too eager to turn it in .  he’s a grown man ,  i’m sure he had his reasons to sell it ,  but legally ,  hill house is mine now .  the crains can come  &  go as they wish ,  but as far as i know , no one’s stepped foot in this house in more than TWENTY YEARS . if any of them had any intentions of returning ,  they would’ve done so a long time ago .”

Can’t tell if it’s the adrenaline of a city saved  ( if only for the night )  or being with someone who understands the weight of a bow. The RESPONSIBILITY of it.   Maybe it’s b o t h.   Whatever it is,   she closes the gap between them, fingers wrapping around his neck  without a word  to pull him into her before her lips are pressed to his.    Inhale  is  sharp  before  she  looses  breath  all together; lost in this moment. 

Pulls herself away, face flushed and knees weak. “ I’m – ” sorry hangs in the air unsaid. Apologies aren’t necessary if they aren’t sincere. 

@arrowielding gets a kiss cause BISH BE THIRSTY !!! 

ANGER  ALWAYS  COMES  FIRST .  anger at himself , for a near miss ,  for almost failing to protect her .  he’s relentless ,  hand gripping his compound bow so tightly his fingertips are turning white .  its not HER he’s mad at  -  but its that spontaneous kiss that ,  like a bucket of cold water ,  surprises him so harshly he DROPS it on the ground with harsh clang .  it bounces at their feet until the sound dissipates .

    𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑. But it is rather violent how nostalgia grips her so suddenly that she feels the rise of bile from her belly. Her weakness is the thought of A GOLDEN-STAINED BOY and his friends, and something tragic distorts a pretty face, making her appear bilious and pale. Just as quickly does she school her features – she turns away anyway, should he read the look before she can hide behind a buoyant voice that says, ❝ I do not need your worries, Oliver. I can take care of myself. ❞

there  was  a  time  where  she  would  have  waved  her  hand  accompanied  with  a  quick  apology     ,     a  smile  bright  in  a  room  filled  with  shadows  and  eyes  dancing  with  life     ,     laughter  spilling  from  her  lips  before  she  started  to  ramble  on  about  something  else  entirely  than  the  scare  she  had  sat  him  in     .     perhaps  show  him  the  wonderful  backyard  she  had  fixed  with  shirley  and  ever  so  little  help  from  littlest  nellie     .     or  what  they  had  done  with  the  grounds  and  house  while  they  had  lived  there     .     move  in     ,     renovate     ,     sell  it     .     this  would  have  been  their  last  home  before  they  would  build  their  forever  house     .     but  they  never  got  that  far     .     

borderline  heart  attack     .     words  she  would  have  been  worried  about     ,     but  now  she  only  hear  one  thing     .     or  rather     ,     one  name  she  have  not  heart  in  forever     .     ❛     steve     .   .   .     ❜     her  biggest  boy     ,     a  smile  could  only  grow  fonder     .     he  had  helped  hugh  so  much     ,     he  was  getting  so  big  and  now  he  was  gone     .     why  was  he  gone     ?     eyes  fall  to  folded  hands  while  eyebrows  pull  together     ,     heavy  heart  drops  while  she  takes  a  small  unnecessary  breath     .     ❛     you  spoke  to  him     ?     is  he  comming  home  soon     ?     i  miss  him  terribly     ,     you   know     .     ❜  

❛                                 he  is  out  there  all  alone     ,     is  he  safe     ?     ❜

THERE’S  SOMETHING  ABOUT  THIS  ENCOUNTER  THAT  SENDS  A  CHILL  DOWN  HIS  SPINE .   perhaps its the mystery of it all ,  the unfamiliarity of a woman he’d never seen before ,  beautiful ,  but  almost like a fixture  &  not a person .  he’s unsure why the thought comes to mind ,  but paranoia was only normal after moments of acute stress . what calms him , inevitably ,  was knowing this woman knew steve crain ,  &  surely wasn’t here to cause any trouble .  rest assured ,  she lived with the dudleys ,  or somewhere near the property . 

“  STEVE ? ” 

nobody  comes  to  hill  house     ,     nobody  exept  the  dudleys     .     not  after  hugh  took  her  children  that  night     .     not  after  the  strangest  of  dreams     .     but  she  waits  here     ,     in  the  night     ,     in  the  dark     :     for  them  to  come  home     .     to  come  back  to  her     .     but  there  has  been  none  of  that  yet     ,     nobody  has  stepped  inside  these  walls  for  so  long     ,     so  when  he  does     .   .   .     it  is  like  the  house  awakes  as  he  walks  through  it’s  halls     .     stretching  it’s  leg     ,     empty  stomach  growls     :     it’s  ugly  head  rears     .

dress  pure  as  snow  brush  against  bare  ankles  when  she  moves     :     hair  untamed  cascading  down  her  back  in  soft  waves     ,     hands  folded  down  infront  of  herself     ,     head  tilted  ever  so  little  to  the  side     .     as  if  she  finds  it  somewhat  odd  he  haven’t  noticed  her  before  now     .     disarming  smile  forms  upon  full  lips     ,     feline  gaze  taking  him  in  for  a  moment     .     ❛     hello     .     ❜     rusty  is  the  one  word  uttered     :     voice  breaking  off  at  the  end     .     and  she’s  not  quite  sure  when  she  last  spoke  with  someone     ,     perhaps  it  was  with  poppy  a  few  days  ago     .     or  abigail  a  few  weeks  ago     .     perhaps  not  since  she  woke  up  so  long  ago     .     eyes  drifting     ,     small  crease  between  eyebrows     ,     it  takes  her  a  moment     ,     perhaps  even  a  minute  before  she  can  fully  focuse  back  on  him     .     ❛     did  i  scare  you     ?     ❜

COMPANY  WASN’T  EXPECTED ;  its supposed to be empty ,  except for the dudleys who lived outside the property .  he had promised steve crain he wouldn’t kick them out of the large estate ,  &  let them live in peace in their cottage ten - minutes away from the mansion .  his sudden FRIGHT passes as soon as the unknown woman speaks ,  his heart settling in his chest ,  &  he has to lean against the counter behind him to get himself together .  its common in big houses ,  they play with your head ;  loneliness does that to you .  what oliver sees is tangible  -  he’s positive that if he were to reach out to the strange woman ,  he would touch flesh  &  bones ,  but keeps his hands to himself .

HE’D  ALWAYS  HAD  A  STRANGE  FEELING  ABOUT  A  HOUSE  LIKE  THIS  ONE  .  he’d grown up in a place very similar to it ,  all too large for a small group of people  &  eerily quiet ,  lonely ,  even to a boy who seemingly had everything .  even during the day , despite the large , now broken windows  &  the skylight that should bring enough sunlight to light it like a stadium ,  but  he still turns on the lights as he walks along the old ,  furnished house ,  probably modern for its period ,  but ancient in the eyes of the new millennia.  dusts accumulates on his fingertips ,  wiping them off on the fabric of his dark jeans ,  footsteps echoing throughout the massive rooms as he makes way to the kitchen .  he can tell there used to be a refrigerator ,  fully stocked most likely ,  &  there’s an old dumbwaiter that’s rotten at the hinges in the corner . oliver only stops in front of the kitchen sink , to wipe dust off the windows , to no avail ,  &  turn the notches of the sink  &  make sure the water’s running again ,  squinting suddenly ,  at what seems to be a figure behind him reflected on the foggy window panels  .