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The city ain't far, only thirty paces or so... That's if you're going straight up, of course.]

Who out here cranking they hog? 🏍️

giant nest! october 2019

Anyone? No?

There was one story left to tell.... Final "Run to the Water" fictlet June 1926 Felicity’s feet stretched out across the red and white blanket laid out on the vivid green grass growing along the banks of the lake. Her book lay open beside her and a picnic sat almost completely eaten nearby. The midday sun was high and warm and Felicity tilted her head just enough that the brim of the straw hat shielded her blue eyes from the bright rays as she watched Oliver wading in the shallows of the lake. Robbie was squealing with delight as Oliver dipped his pudgy toes into the cool water. The sounds of his hysterical laugh echoed through the valley and made Felicity beam with both love and pride. Oliver had taken so seamlessly taken to fatherhood and as the weeks stretched into months and they neared a year he fluidly grew into the changing role. His family was his world and all these slopes and turns of life so far had seen him keeping his promise to her. “Everything I make with these hands I will give to you. I won’t ever stop trying to make you happy and give you everything you need” He had said as they woke naked in his barn, dusted in the scent of each other, and he asked her not to marry Ray. Felicity had begged Oliver not to play a cruel joke on her by not meaning the words he was saying, but he had meant them; and looking around the ranch they had built together in long nights and early mornings, Felicity knew Oliver would keep that promise till his last breath on this world was spent. That night had seen her running through the storm, rain drops bleeding into tears, hoping he loved her back just enough to show her how love should feel. But Oliver Queen had loved her so much more than that. Read the rest on AO3