oliver queen (arrow) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2017-01-02 15:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | laurel lance (indicting), oliver queen (arrow) |
Who: Oliver and Laurel
What: Laurel remembers everything and so does Oliver
When: Bendy to after the New Year
Where: OPUS to start
Warnings: Just a lot of sad, sad stuff
Overwhelming wasn’t the right word to use in this case. Oliver knew how it was like to be overwhelmed by personal feelings and knew how to keep them locked away. He didn’t think that waking up with new memories would affect him this much but they did. Oliver remembered so much and there were so many things wrong with the future. The new team. Laurel dying. Thea and Diggle trying to find their own way away from the team. Oliver didn’t know how to balance his new memories with his life in Salem as everything felt so conflicted.
The one thing that stood out from everything was Laurel. Oliver knew that he was developing feelings for her again and now this, finding out that she was dead, it put a hole through his hopes that maybe one day he could be with her not only in Salem but maybe back home, too. Oliver wanted to say so many different things but he couldn’t. Right now Oliver needed to make sure that Laurel was okay. That she wasn’t about to destroy her own life now that she knew that she didn’t have one back home.
There weren’t many people at OPUS when he did arrive and Oliver easily found Laurel sitting at the bar with a glass in front of her. It didn’t look like it had been touched but Oliver knew how quickly that could change. Laurel was supposed to be sober and Oliver would take her to an AA meeting if she needed it. If the pressure was just too much for her.
He took a seat next to her without speaking a word, his eyes staring straight ahead at all the bottles and Oliver brought his hand up to the bartender, not wanting a drink because he knew it would just entice the situation.
“There is nothing I can say that will not make you want to drink what’s in that glass,” Oliver said, his gaze flickering down to the glassy rim and the golden colored liquid that was just sitting there. Oliver almost wanted to push it aside but that wasn’t his job to do. “But I think you and I both know that despite what you know you’re still strong enough to say no. You always have been.”