Sara Lance (taer_alsafer) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-05 14:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, laurel lance (black canary), sara lance (white canary) |
Who: Sara and Laurel Lance
When: Today
Where: Laurel's house
What: A pair of sisters see each other for the first time in five years and make up
Rating/Warning: Low/none
Status: Complete
This was the reason Sara had come home in the first place, which meant that there was absolutely no reason why she should hesitate this much. But even still, hand on the door handle, staring out at her childhood home from the car window, she couldn’t quite bring herself to move.
“Listen, are you getting out or not? I have other fares to pick up,” the cabbie said suddenly, breaking into her thoughts. Sara started, and then looked at him.
“Right, sorry,” she said, handing over a twenty and then finally opening the door. The walk up the front walkway felt like it took forever. She was going to do this. It had been five years. What were the chances Laurel was still angry at her anyway? She took a deep breath, and then knocked on the front door.
The house was a little loud, Olivia was running around playing horsey, because My Little Pony was blaring on the tv. Laurel was tired, but she let Olivia have her fun as she sipped on her tea as she read the paper. When she heard the knock on the door, she looked at the time, she had no clue who it could be, it was her day with Livia, so not Oliver. “Coming,” she called out as she headed to the door, pausing to mute the tv, and shooed Olivia away from the door.
She was laughing at her filly as Olivia went back to where the tv was and unmuted it as she open the door, “Hell…. Sara?” Laurel was aware she was even coming, her mother didn’t even warn her. “...Hello.” Unsure what even so, she took a step back, opening the door for her to enter.
“Livia,” she called out as she frowned with the cartoon playing, she waved her sister in as she moved down the hall to at least turn down the tv.
“Hey, sis,” Sara said, her smile only a little uncertain. The fact that Olivia was here didn’t make her feel much better either. Of course Olivia would be there, and Sara should have thought of that. But in retrospect, if Laurel hadn’t forgiven her, this probably wasn’t the best time to meet her niece for the first time.
She stepped into the house, her hands in her jean pockets, and looked around while slipping off her shoes. “It’s been a while,” she said.
It had been years since they have seen each other, Laurel didn’t leave things with Sara on best of terms. “It has been,” she agreed as she turned the tv off and spun to pick up her daughter, “You haven’t even met your niece yet.” Laurel looked at her sister, unsure how to even move forward. Honestly she wasn’t even mad anymore, she was just disappointed, but it was for a lot of things, not just what happened with Oliver.
However, Sara and their mom was all the family Laurel had and her father was big on family. “Sara, I would like for you to met Olivia,” she stepped closer to her baby sister, offering a small smile, “Olivia this is your Aunt Sara.” Olivia wasn’t really interested, she wanted to watch cartoons and be a horse, so she clung to her mom, staring at the new woman in their house.
“Why don’t I move Olivia to my room to watch her show and you start some coffee?” that way they could sit down and talk.
“Hi Olivia,” Sara said, in a high, cutesy voice. “It’s sure nice to finally get to meet you.” Oh, she was even cuter than the photos their mom had sent her, and all she wanted to do was hold her and pinch her cheeks and tell her what a cutie she was. Olivia was probably too old for that sort of thing now, though. Sara felt a bit of a twinge when she realized just how much she had missed out on.
Sara wanted to keep Olivia close and maybe get to hold her for a bit, but on second thought, she didn’t know how this conversation would go, and likely neither did Laurel. Maybe it was best to put her in a different room. Being called ‘Aunt Sara’ was a good sign though, Sara thought. At least, that was how she was going to choose to interpret it. “Yeah,” she agreed, and made her way to the kitchen.
It didn’t take her long to find the coffee, and by the time that Laurel made it back to the kitchen, it was already percolating.
Laurel came back in, “not sure how long her being in there would last, but I figured we could get the important stuff out of the way,” Laurel was all business, especially with a surprise visit. “Is everything okay?” she asked in all seriousness, “You just show up here out of the blue, it’s worrisome. You’re not in trouble are you?”
She didn’t want to accuse her, however, it was just odd and no one told Laurel that Sara was coming, “Mom know you are here?” it’s how they had been keeping tabs on each other without actually talking to the other.
“No, I’m not in trouble,” Sara said, and then took a breath. This was the hard part. “I just missed you. And mom. And home. And I thought about how I’d never really met Olivia, and it was too sad.” She cleared her throat. “I told Mom I was coming back, but I asked her not to tell you. I figured you were less likely to turn me away if I just showed up on your doorstep. Easier to ask forgiveness than permission, and all that.”
Laurel laughed, “Running away was not my finest moment, huh?” she sat down, “also not easier to do with a kid,” she pointed out, but she nodded her head, “I’m glad you’re home,” she told her, “did you go to New York to see mom first, cause if you didn’t, you know she’s going to fishing for you to visit soon.”
Standing up, she moved to cabinet, pulling out two places, than grabs some them some forks. “Have you found a place to stay?” she asked as she open another cabinet and pulled out a contain, “Cake,” she whispered for the little one couldn’t hear her and sat everything on the table.
This was Sara’a house as much as it was hers. “I haven’t done anything to your room, minus a few extra boxes in it from when I moved back. I gave Livia my old room and took Dad’s.” She open the container, got two pieces of the cake, plated them, then pushed a plate to her sister.
Sara’s eyes lit up at the mention of cake. “Oh, please tell me you didn’t bake it,” she teased lightly, following her sister’s lead and keeping her voice quiet.
“I only had enough money for one plane ticket,” Sara admitted. “I thought once I get settled in, I could go visit her then. Assuming she doesn’t find her way here first, at least,” she added with a grin. But when Laurel asked if Sara had a place to stay, her grin faded, a look of surprise crossing her face instead. “Kind of,” she said. “I’m crashing on a friend’s couch for now.” A lot of her travels had involved crashing on people’s couches, a lot of them being people she’d only met through a couchsurfing website before showing up on their doorstop, so it was almost a step up that she actually knew Constantine beforehand. “I wouldn’t want to impose on you guys here,” she added hesitantly.
She pointed a fork at her little sister, “I will have you know, I’m a great cook, now.” She chuckled, “I had to learn, eating out all the time was costly and I don’t have the budget for that on a cops salary.” She moved her fork into her cake, taking a few bites and nodded her head, her Mom would turn up, no doubt in that.
Laurel found herself frowning slightly, “Look Sarbear, we were young, both dumb with love, and…” she wasn’t sure what to say, “I know how Ollies charm works…honestly I’m not even angry anymore. I had to forgive and release with I moved back here, joint custody and all.”
Laurel frowned more at Sara’s words, “you won’t impose on us, Dad’s house is yours too and if you need a place, you can always come home. Sure it will be awkward, but I can tell you that little girl in there is worth it.”
Sara looked over toward where Laurel had put Olivia, blinking rapidly. It had been a long time since the last time she cried, but she felt it coming now. She put down her fork and got up, going over to her older sister so she could wrap her in a hug.
Her arms instantly went around her sister, hugging her back, it had been years since the pair hugged and well, it was nice. Laurel leaned into her sister, hugging tighter, “welcome home, Sara.” she breathed into her sisters hair.