#frcshkills

he liked to think he was pretty even tempered. it was easy to be, when nearly everyone was happy to go along with him with minimal persuasion or pushback. belle was usually the only one in town who told him no, and he was confident enough that he'd get his way with her sooner or later that it didn't ruffle him as much as it might have.

@frcshkills liked this starter call. abby x frank.

there's the sound of little barks and yips coming from his arms as frank enters their home a few hours earlier than his shift should end. he's not going to tell her about robinavitch sending him home after the discovery of stolen drugs in his locker. ( not yet, anyway. frank langdon was utterly devoted to his wife and children. had mentioned to her in passing that he was struggling, but they'd not gotten a chance to discuss it in proper depth. )

the puppy he's purchased is brought inside with a sheepish, guilty smile. their son had asked, and frank had folded under the devious use of a four year old's puppy dog eyes.

of course she didn't — what woman could enjoy a surprise storm like this? they had never bothered him before the war, and didn't bother him that much after, but he was far less fond of the thunder now. and in his experience, most women just didn't like rain. at least as far as he was aware.

so it was a perfect excuse to herd belle under the shelter of a copse of thick trees. some droplets still got through the leaves, but it was better than the downpour surrounding them. and, if she'd just let him, he could keep her mostly dry.

@frcshkills asked: sanctuary - chloe sullivan for oliver queen

send me   “sanctuary“    for my muse ( receiver’s )  to pull yours  (sender’s)  into their house to protect them from an approaching danger /  a bad storm or disaster / etc. send   “sanctuary reverse”   for your muse to do the same for mine | accepting

He's in the kitchen, eating ice cream and listening to the storm approaching. He drops his spoon into his bowl when he hears a knock at his door. Oliver stands up, grabbing the bowl and walking towards the door. "I'm coming!" He shouts as he hears another knock, more urgent this time.

He opens the door and furrows his brows together when he sees Chloe. "Chloe? What are you doing out when it's going to storm? Didn't you watch the news?" He scoffs, stepping aside before pulling her into his house as lightning streaks across the sky.

It was selfishness, he knew it was. That didn't make the feelings any easier to push away, though he could probably try harder to control them. Leaning against her desk, he kept completely still, clamping down the urge to fidget.