#adsagsona

"Hey um....would you mind doing the same act as you did before for me? The jealous-ex bit? Or, if you did mind, we could rework it and you could maybe be my brother who needs to take me back home to our parents?".

An idea or concept that Sara is constantly wrapped up in when it comes to life after Oliver’s death (and is, as always, verse-dependent) is that of the future and what it holds. Without her father, or her sister, or Oliver, and feeling so distant from her mom and her friends who all have lives to move forward with, where does that leave her? Who does she become? So far, she’s done nothing but throw herself into the fight, to the point where it’s nearly consuming her. And while she’s always wanted redemption - to do better and to be better - is fighting and fighting alone the only way to find it? Or can she do so and - if she’ll even give herself the chance - form relationships? Maybe even have a family of her own? It’s almost like her future is wide open and in the process of closing in on her at the same time, depending on how hard she continues to push herself. If she doesn’t ground herself in some way, if she doesn’t find a way to connect, she’s going to fight until she can’t.

It is spoken after a nightmare, and the list of things she can - and does - have nightmares about only builds as the seasons pass. For example, her death, the place her soul was trapped in after she was resurrected, Laurel’s death, her dad’s death, the end of the worlds, Oliver’s death, and on and on. So she has to work her body to the point of utter exhaustion to get just a little bit of sleep, and even that isn’t guaranteed. However, it does seem - when she and Oliver were together - that she was able to sleep when he was with her. That if she has someone she trusts at her back, someone she knows will watch her back, she can at least get a little more sleep. Again, not a guarantee, just better odds. But overall, she tends to drink an insane amount of coffee and pushes on.

“He has the heart of a warrior, and his smile’s not bad, either.”

“You look as handsome as ever,” Cara replied with a smile as she continued to adjust his bow tie, starting to pull back as she finished, “All set...” She trailed off as he lightly caressed her cheek, instantly causing her to blush, and only led to her turning a deeper shade of red when he said she looked beautiful, “If you keep doing that, I will end up hiding in the bathtub for the night. And nervous? I’m petrified.” She looked down to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles in the long, light blue dress she was wearing, her hair down for once and framing her face with soft curls, “But as I watched you attempting to adjust your bow tie... It reminded me of my parents getting ready for events. My mom adjusting it for him, even if it didn’t need to be. A moment between them. An unspoken I love you. ...I like that I get to follow in their footsteps, that I get to have these moments with you…”