I don't do too well with ultimatums

                     It wasn’t exactly a situation she could quickly explain                      her way out of. There she was, some dark, disgusting                      alley, covered in blood after some fight with another                      demon. Eyes on the male, her blade wiped clean before                      putting it away, quickly snapping out of the realisation of                      what he’d seen.                                     “ So…why are you still stood there? ”

                 If questioned, he'd deny it, but he was scared;                   terrified even. Quite the accomplishment, considering                   his upbringing in the Glades and the violence which had                   surrounded him since infancy. Yet he could not claim                   that he had ever actually witnessed such a horrific scene                   prior to this instant. And, it appeared, FEAR had stilled him.                   Only when the brunette spoke did he shift his attention from                   the blade & the scarlet liquid she had recently cleared from                   the steel. She appeared to be so... normal.  

                                                                       “ Er...”

                                                                       Fuck

                               ” Goodbye  ?”

The question left her mouth as quickly as he turned to exit. She couldn’t understand why he was pushing her away, why everything was c h a n g i n g between them. Thea knew Roy, just like she knew that he knew her. None of this made any sense. Sure, she had boldly voiced her opinion on the fact that she didn’t want him getting hurt or worse while he attempted to clean up the streets. Yet, he had promised her that he was DONE having a life without her. Didn’t he know how much he meant to her? The brunette wasn’t lying when she said that he meant the world to her. No matter what, he still did and that is why this hurt her to the core. Thea was used to rejection, but, being rejected by the man she loved was something that she was not used to. All she wanted was the truth and for them to be happy.

                              “ I know you, Roy. You bought me a bracelet                                 that was worth more than you could afford.                                 Why won’t you let me help you with whatever                                  it is that’s bothering you? I deserve answers.”

After she had spoken, Thea nervously bit her lip. Males had come and gone all of the time in her life. Yet, she kept holding on to him.

                             ” Was dating a Queen too much for you to handle? ”

          She had almost instantly made him stop in his tracks;           pitiful, really, how he was incapable of doing something           as simple as walking away. Perhaps this was why Oliver            did not trust him to be with her. Because he was so            unpredictable, irrational around her.  

                              But using the thought of her to pull me back is fair game.

           As soon as the bitter thought had occured to him,             it was dismissed. Oliver had no fault in the outcome             of it all. Not directly. But standing before Thea Queen...             she was right, she did deserve answers. Answers he             was incapable of granting her. Was that alone not             sufficient reason for the brunette to realize he was             UNWORTHY of her?

           Every word she spoke oozed of desperation and truth.             He understood how utterly confused the girl must have             been. Roy found himself wondering if she had kept             the bracelet worth a month’s rent. Hopefully, she would             allow herself to hold onto it, along with every good memory             they had created together.

                                               “ --- you do. I just don’t have                                                     any answers for you.”  

           His gaze automatically loweres when her teeth             rasped her bottom lip. It took some restraint             to ignore the abrupt hunger implanted within him             and the new archer was almost inclined to  g r o w l.            It was only when her question reached his ears that             he met her eyes once more.

                    “ Yeah. That must have been it.”

                              Sarcasm.                               --- clearly.

                                                                       “ Look, Thea, sometimes feelings just... FADE.                                                                           It sucks, but it happens. I’m sorry. You                                                                          deserve another shot at this romance thing.                                                                             ---- just not with me. ”              

An eyebrow raised at the question, lips pursed a little as she shot him a slightly upset glance.

                       ”Her mother.”

Surprise was revealed in his features, eyebrows lifting together. While he sought the similarities, he found none. Not that that meant much. He did not resemble either of his parents but, regardless.... Felicity's mother just... did not look like a MOM.

              “No way.” 

       Quite honestly, she didn’t care who said partner was.        She was in now & she wasn’t going to leave before        she had talked to Felicity.                             “Well, I’m here now. I need to talk                             to someone. Felicity. Is she here?” 

Defences began to build up; there had been too many loses. For all he knew this woman was a nutjob, searching to harm Felicity.

              "Who's asking?" 

                                      ❝ I didn't see anything, okay? ❞

oliverqxeen

When he started his crusade it had been with the  purpose to f i x his city — but as time went on, he realized that there was so much more to it than scratching names off his fathers list. Felicity’s voice in his ear leading him to the location of a building fire. If he was going to be something else for this city, he couldn’t just focus on the one percenters.  Taking the steps two at a time, the door hardly proving to be much of a trouble as he kicked it inwards — it was the sight that greeted him that caused him to STILL. Pushing forward he stepped over the fallen debris, approaching the young boy and his mother. Turning off the voice distorter he crouched down next to the pair ❝ It’s gonna be o k a y❞ His fingers pressed to the woman’s neck waiting a few seconds before letting out a breath. Glancing back to the kid, his gut twisting at the thought of having to deliver that sort of news. ❝I need to get you out of here. ❞ Scooping the boy up in his arms, quickly making it out of the burning building, left standing in the alleyway with this kid. His hand coming up to press on the comm ❝Felicity — we have a — situation.❞

       There are times that Felicity hates that all she can do is sit in the        Foundry and wait. Dangerous calls that can go south at any        minute, especially fires, are her least favorite calls. Who’s to say        the building doesn’t collapse while he’s in there? Oliver comes        back on comms and breathes a small, quick sigh of relief before        she answers. ❝Oliver? Are you ok? Fire, medics and police are        about a minute out. You don’t have much time. Did everyone make        it out ok?❞

 Intially lost in the concern of waking his mother, Roy had not taken notice of the intruder. It seemed the young boy had developed a lack of sensitivity when it came to his hearing, after the initial blast. But soon his eyes widened, fear very much evident in his gaze and he almost jumped back but remained in his place, on his knees beside his mother despite his screaming instincts. Men had never been kind to him, men had always harmed his mother and yet this one appeared to be making an attempt at REASSURANCE.

Trust had almost been established, until the man took him from his mother, causing the young boy to scream for her, reach out with tiny hands and watch as her body was engulfed by smoke. Something about the sight caused the child to cry out one last time before his hands curled into small fists, unaware that he was pulling at the clothes of the stranger who carried him out of the wreckage.

You and uneducated, Roy was far too well informed about death. He had seen it too many times and had learned to associate blood to it. His mother's skin had been stained with the velvet liquid but then so had his yet he remained alive and she-

                                                   ❝ Mommy. ❞