#adventurestold

“i swear, adrian, if you don’t shut up for two seconds i’m going to punch you in the face.”

     grip upon cool metal tightens, weight pulled upward and perch held firm as the woman hears creaks in the ceiling followed by a struggle down the stairs. the wait for someone to arrive had been annoying, blue hues washing over the space that was so like the arrowcave and yet not. it held the same essence-- ollie’s wooden chest, the way felicity’s computers were set up, the agility ladder-- a mirror of what it had been in those early days before everything in their world had gone to shit. yet there had been no ollie, no trace of their battles or the cases which held the team’s suits. dinah knew better than to expect everything to be the same, this wasn’t her earth, and yet, some small part of her had dared to HOPE. then there had been a flash of green and the wait had been ceased, replaced by prepared action. a flash of black. anger consumes features, blue hues narrowing as she watches green thrown backward, breaking through a crate. it’s then the bird drops down with her full weight onto the back of the attacker. fire in her eyes as blonde hair covers her face.

     it’s not until her enemy throws his full weight backward, slamming her into a wall of shelves that her grip loosens and her hair falls out of her face. ‘impossible, you’re dead.’ she’s told and it’s almost laughable until she reminds herself this isn’t her world. “no, but you’re going to wish you were when i’m through with you, malcolm.” blurred action takes shape as she engages him in combat, pushing him more toward the other side of the room where she’d seen the other man go down. leather hugs palms as she throws punches forward and an arrow is dodged when distance is granted in the fight a moment later. she doesn’t need to be from this earth to know that malcolm’s her enemy, the only question is why ollie hadn’t gotten up from the ground yet. she’d seen him take a worse hit from her before. not that she couldn’t take care of herself but a little help wouldn’t be turned down.

     “dont take another step toward him.” dinah threatens. ‘or what?’ she’s questioned, prompting an all too telling smirk. “i’ll scream.” sound emits, items on shelves shattering and falling as she focuses on the man before her. there’s a part of her that’s tempted to hold her cry, to see him fall in place, and yet she doesn’t. she isn’t like him, she seeks justice not death. with a sudden flash of movement into his pocket smoke fills the space, malcolm disappearing and leaving dinah to inhale and exhale painfully. he’d gotten some good hits in, if she didn’t hate his guts or know of his training, she might even be impressed. 

SEND IN THE SYMBOL  💖 OR ‘HEART’ FOR MY MUSE TO FILL THIS OUT FOR YOUR MUSE!

IF WE KISSED?

[] Quickie.[] Tongue.[] Softly bite your lip.[] We wouldn’t.[X] Long and meaningful.[] Let’s hit up the bedroom.[] You remember last time?[] Awkward…[] Lol no.

WOULD I GO OUT WITH YOU?

[] Yes, definitely.[] No.[X] I want to, but it wouldn’t work.[X] Maybe. [] Nope, you’re like family.[] You’re cute, but probably not.[] Just simply not my type.[] If I knew you better.[] Already did.[] I don’t know.

IF WE TOOK A PICTURE TOGETHER, WE’D BE…

[] Hugging each other.[] Just chilling.[] Holding hands.[] Kissing.[] Acting dumb.[X] Normal picture.[] You holding me from behind.

YOU ARE…

[] Cute/Pretty.[X] Good looking.[X] Sexy.[] All of the above 

YOU + ME + ROOM = …

[] Movies.[] Cuddling.[X] Hanging out.[] Kissing.[] Playing games.[X] Everything.[] Wouldn’t let you in.

YOU SHOULD…

[X] Hit me up.[] Be mine.[] Marry me.[X] Reblog this so I can send you a heart.[] be studying

IF WE GOT MARRIED, I’D…