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I hadn’t drawn Kamari and Ankh until this

Practice sketches

But here’s the comic like thingie whatever you wanna call it

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04: Captain Canary: Meh, Christmas

“I’m not sure what I should be saying to you first. Happy Birthday or Merry Christmas.”

Sara rolled her eyes at the crook who managed to make her want to kill him less and less each day. She was sipping some tea while flipping a knife in her free hand. She chanced a look at Leonard who was in a long-sleeved black sweater and his usual black jeans and boots. What a contrast they were, with her in all white from her sweatshirt down to her slipper feet and him in his signature black. Though, Sara had to admit, he looked damn good in all black. Not that she’d tell him that.  

“Not one for birthdays anymore. Or holidays.”

“Hm...” He was now making his own cup of tea. Despite the ship being in sleep mode in the countryside of Ireland, the slight humming blocked out the sound of the howling wind and snow outside. They were parking there for the night before going to whatever next adventure Rip had in store for them. “Neither am I.”

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a minute or two, enjoying their tea. When their cups were empty Leonard pulled out a deck of cards from his back pocket. Sara lifted a brow as he wiggled them in front of her. 

“Gin?”

“Never played.”

“I could teach you.” He waved around the empty room. “We have all the time in the world, it seems. So what do you say?”

“Fine... But if I have to learn something on my birthday the least you could do is supply the alcohol you’ve stolen from Rip.”

“Oh, so now you want to acknowledge your birthday,” he said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he led the way to his bunk. 

“Well... When it comes to free booze, yes...”

Sara blinked, the memory fading away, the bottle of liquor she’d grabbed from the cabinet that’d triggered the memory still in her hand. She smiled sadly, pulling down a glass from the cabinet and filling it with the whiskey. She walked to the window of the apartment she currently lived in, the room dark save for the tree that was sparkling with lights, and looked out toward the city before chancing a look upward to the sky. No stars were in sight, but she knew they were there. 

“Merry Christmas, Crook,” she whispered, before sharing a drink with her long-lost friend. 

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Of course I had to draw Anuli as my first mark in my new notebook. And started writing an idea I got a few days ago.

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note: just a short little tidbit. an idea in my head after i, myself, cooked breakfast this morning. enjoy!

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Sara couldn’t remember the last time that she felt this safe. It had to have been the morning before she got onto the Gambit. She woke up feeling warm with no lingering inklings of dread or doom. There were no nightmares and she rolled over to wrap her arm around the waist of the woman who made it possible.

Only to find that part of the bed empty.

“Ava?” called out Sara, looking around the bedroom of Ava’s apartment.

Their apartment.

Sara pulled back the covers, shivering as the cooler air hit her bare skin. She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her fingers itched for the blade she normally kept under her pillow due to worrying why it was so quiet and Ava wasn’t there. Ava had made it a rule to not keep knives in the bed, though, so Sara had to instead reach stealthily into the nightstand drawer. She felt more secure with the blade in her grip. She stood from the bed, silently walking to the doorway.

She relaxed when the scent of bacon and the sound of busywork in the kitchen hit her after opening the door. Feeling silly she put the knife back and instead reached for her robe still on the floor. After tightening the belt and running her fingers through her tangled hair she padded down the hall toward the stairs.

“Smells good,” she called as she walked down the steps.

“Not sure how hungry you’d be. Waffles?” asked Ava. She was dressed for the day already in her suit. Sara had to wonder what time she’d woken up to already be showered, dressed, and making breakfast.

And how the hell hadn’t she woken up?!

A small part of her worried that she was too relaxed. That she was growing soft. That anyone could’ve come in and attacked her. That she needed to put her walls back up and be more on edge.

She promptly told that part of herself to shut the hell up.

“Yes, please,” said Sara, bouncing slightly on the stool in a childlike manner. She made grabby hands as Ava offered her a cup of coffee. She took a long sip and internally sighed. She could really get used to this. And she voiced her opinion out loud. “I could get used to this. You making me breakfast in the morning.”

“Yes, well, if I’m cooking then you’re cleaning,” said Ava with a smirk that had Sara pouting. Sara never liked doing kitchen duty. Even on the Waverider she did her best to skirt around her duties, opting instead to just replicate clean dishes and toss the old and used ones down the trash chute. 

She had a feeling Ava wouldn’t let that slide here.

Avalance—Western AU—“Tell me again why you’re naked.”

“This isn’t funny, Sara!”

Sara Lance fought the urge to laugh as the woman she considered her wife waded out of the pond behind their home. She was buck naked, head-to-toe, and had lily-pads and flecks of grass sticking to her ivory skin. She had some algae that skimmed the top of the pond in her hair as well as some mud caking areas like her feet and cheeks. Getting a closer look at her had Sara finally fighting the urge and holding her belly as she started laughing. She’d heard the splashing and the shouts upon arriving at their home. Had worried Ava had been in trouble. Now when she saw the woman she loved in this situation instead of danger... All she could really do was laugh.

“Sara!”

Ava nearly stomped a foot. But only nearly because she wasn’t a child. Her embarrassment filled her cheeks and had her blushing from them, down her neck, and to her breasts. Sara would have been turned on in any other circumstance but in this one she could only laugh. 

“What happened?” asked Sara, finally managing to form words, wiping at her eyes with her hands which were in soft, leather gloves. 

“I was worried about Gary!”

“Gary?” Sara turned to see one of their many chickens pecking in the grass for bugs to eat. “What about Gary?”

“He was in the pond. I thought he was going to drown. I know chickens can’t swim! So I went out to save him!”

“Oh, Ava...” Sara, feeling pity, went forward to shrug off her duster and place it over the naked form of her now shivering lover. “You’re right. They can’t swim.”

“Well he managed to float his way out!”

“They can do that. Sometimes. Not all the time.” Sara looked down at Ava, not buttoning her coat, but instead using it to pull her closer. The wet skin of her pressed into Sara’s fully clothed body. Making the material of her shirt and pants slightly damp. “Tell me again why you’re naked?”

“I was going to take a bath when I looked out the window and saw Gary.”

Sara fought it. She really did. She bit her tongue. The inside of her cheek. Her eyes watered with the effort. But a laugh burst out of her anyway. 

“Oh... You sure did take a bath! But it looks like you missed a few spots!”

“Sara!”

END