#felicitech

Oliver wouldn't meet Felicity's eyes, instead focusing them on the hands clasped in front of him. He was hunched over, as if the position would protect him, his elbows resting on his knees. "I'm afraid of losing you." His voice was soft, vulnerable -- more like a young child than an almost-thirty year old vigilante. "You...Diggle...you guys are my family -- and I've already lost so much." His face buried in his hands, "What happened tonight, the Count...that was my fault. I almost lost you because I was too stupid to handle the situation the way it should have been handled. It won't happen again." 

"It's just because they don't understand you.

[ text - blondie - unsent ] you know, i pay better than robin hood. probably have better tech too if he's running round with that godawful archaic weapon

[ text - blondie - unsent ] the last thing i remember from that night is finding you in the vaccination truck. i have to say, blondie, you've got some serious balls to come track me down like that. 

[ text - blondie - unsent ] sorry. you know. for trying to kill you.

[ text - blondie - unsent ] ever wonder if you've met someone before and they cross back into your life at another point in time as a totally different person? cause i'm sure i ran into you before that night at qc.

[ text - blondie - unsent ] oyu'yre ryve cute, blondie. dipd i ever mentaion?

Send me a ★ for something my muse truly thinks about yours

♕  - childhood headcanon

Vertigo doesn't like to think about her childhood much. She remembers bits and pieces of being in the  system and a few more colourful encounters with her foster families that landed her back in the system, but she hasn't associated herself with "Wynter" in a long time. Most of her past before she began creating Vertigo feels like it belongs to a different person, though there are a few memories she can't bring herself to let go of completely. 

† - religion headcanon

Vertigo couldn't stand the super religious foster family she ended up with in her teenage years, so she did pretty much everything she could to make them send her back into the system. It had her branded a "demon", but she'd rather have been back in the system than staying with them for much longer.

☂ - food headcanon

Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

Vertigo's breath caught in her throat as she felt Felicity's fingers against the thin scar trailing down the left side of her throat, her hand shooting out to grab the other woman's wrist just hard enough to warn her that it wasn't wise to press. Her other scars had all been courtesy of the Arrow, but this one was a memory she'd done her damndest to not revisit.

"Blondie..." the tone of her voice carries an unspoken warning, the word she finds she somehow can't say.