#billionarrow

          “   will you please leave me alone?   just go.   ”

soft angst starters / @billionarrow / accepting

there’s a spot of warmth at his right side , gold - spun lashes fluttering weakly ; wet with the aftermath of tears , the taste of blood lingering heavy on his tongue . At first , it takes a few seconds for Booster to register that Green Arrow was speaking through cotton - muffled ears . But when he does , a thin REEDY groan warbles through split lips . 

He does not remember much , flashes of memory sparking in his mind : fists pounding each other , attempting to save people from falling buildings , a roar and everything goes black . Booster wants to open his eyes , but the Time Walker knows that if he did , he’d faint or vomit or maybe both . 

However , even with Green Arrow chiding him to stop talking ( a insurmountable feat in of itself ) , Booster turns his head carefully , lips tugging downwards like a Shakespearean tragedy in motion . ❛ I’m sorry , I … I tried to save them all , ❜

There’s an iron weight in his chest , delirious from agony and DROWNING grief . Booster was an expert at compartmentalizing his emotions , locking the burdens of his failures deep within his own Pandora’s Box . Take the key , my precious dead sister , and take all my sorrows with them . But it was NOT enough .

     HE’S  MAPPING  OUT  THE  PLANES  OF  HER  BODY,   like he’s done a thousand times over now,  and she lets him without hesitation.  it’s not entirely unselfish  ––  oliver’s hands on the flat of her back are enough to put her to sleep.  somewhere in the distance,  the droning of the television combined with the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun is a lull,  and dinah struggles to keep her eyes open with the silence that hangs between herself and her man.

       “  IS  THAT  RIGHT  ?  ”      tonight’s injuries are nothing but a skinned knee and ruined fishnets  ––  it’s a win in dinah’s book,  but a shower is still in order.  she’s making a  mess,  leaves a path of discarded clothes from the kitchen to the bedroom.  first the gloves,  carelessly tossed onto the kitchen table.  then comes the jacket,  and by then he’s watching,  so she puts on a little bit of a show,  ambles backwards as she shrugs out of it and beckons oliver to follow. 

       he follows.  he  always  follows.  she’s certain he’d follow her just about anywhere.

     “  i wanted you to appreciate the view.  ”     there’s a knowing grin that she shoots at him over the edge of her novel that she’s not been paying attention to for the past six pages.  she certainly doesn’t need to be told twice  ;  the book is abandoned carelessly on the loveseat,  and dinah finds herself slipping over the arm of the couch and deftly into oliver’s lap.