femslash february | day 5: (AU) laurel lance is an (arch) angel. she saved felicityās life and accidentally fell in love with this soft pretty girl. but thereās another laurel lance, and this one is a demon. she came to raise hell and fell for her dopplegangerās human. felicity smoak is a jewish girl whoās faith might be her key to figuring this whole thing out. this was probably not covered in the torah, but felicity did have a hard time staying focused back in hebrew school, so maybe it was? she really shouldāve studied her hebrew more
Laurel turns her gaze back to Felicity, cracking her neck with an unnatural and jagged motion, lifting her hand to rub her cheek. āDid you just slap me?ā
Felicity sucks in a breath. If she steps back, this Laurel, not her Laurel, not her angel, will pin her to the wall- But forward means getting too close, like theyāre not way too fucking close already. So all she can do is root her shoes too the floor, pink patent on concrete. āWho are you?ā
This is Laurelās face but not her smile- This is Laurelās face but her gaze is dead, endless, the kind of thing to violently drown in. Felicity feels her body twist in the water, the air just out of her grasp. āIām Laurel.ā
Felicity lifts her fingers to her star- Something her Laurel loves, something she supports, and this not-Laurel seems to frown as Felicityās fingers rub against the rose gold. āYouāre not Laurel.ā
āWell,ā she says, pulling her gaze away from the offending necklace, tapping her chin in mock thought. āI say Iām Laurel, and I look like Laurel, and-ā She tilts her head. āIāve got wings just like Laurel, so-ā
āYou donāt talk like Laurel,ā Felicity says, frightened but insistent. āYou donāt hold yourself like Laurel.ā
āClever,ā Laurel says, and she takeās Felicityās wrist, pulling it away from her necklace.
Felicity lets this Laurel hold her wrist. Pulling away would be a sign of disgust and disgust is a sign of weakness, like this Laurel is doing enough to upset her. And she is, and Felicity feels herself trembling, but she does not pull away. āWhat do you want?ā
āOh, letās not rush,ā not-Laurel says. āIām savoring your fear.ā
āIām not-ā Felicity curls her lip. āWhat?ā She says, decidedly. āAre you a demon? You think you can wander around, scaring little Jewish girls? Weāre not Christians. Angels and demons are fun, sure, but Iām not awed by you.ā
āYou are awed,ā Demon-Laurel says. āYou are awed by angels, like any other human, like sheās so special-ā
āLaurel is special because she is Laurel,ā Felicity says. āAnd you are just a demon, so you are not.ā
āYou wound me,ā the demon says. āI think youāre very special, Felicity. You canāt pay me the same respect?ā
āScrew you,ā Felicity responds.
The demon calling herself Laurel who looks like Laurel but is the opposite of Laurel considers this.
And she laughs.