Who: Tess Mercer and Oliver Queen Where: Tess's apartment When: Monday evening Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
The oven timer dinged softly, and Tess moved towards it, opening it to use potholders to pull out the lasagna she had made. As she set the Pyrex dish on the stovetop, she nudged the oven shut with her foot, then turned off the heat. Leaving it for a moment, she stepped to the refrigerator to pull out the salad she'd made an hour before, setting the bowl on the counter beside the bread she'd baked earlier in the day. Letting out a soft breath, she leaned into that same counter and picked up the glass of Lacrima di Christo she'd poured for herself before starting, taking a slow sip. The bottle sat open on the counter to breathe, and she studied it absently while letting her thoughts drift to the man who was coming over.
In recent months, she had slowly built up his trust in her back in Metropolis, despite already having Clark's, and she had watched him grow closer to Chloe, until the two were finally wed and left for Star City. Now she was here, and while she didn't delude herself to ever think she'd have a chance with him, it was nice to have him there, and sort of trusting her. Despite all the work she'd done with Clark and the others in Metropolis, none of them had ever truly been people she considered her friends, with the exception of Oliver...and that was mainly in the past. Now she was in Lawrence, after having sacrificed herself, faced yet again with distrust from the people whose lives she'd helped save. It was a lot to handle, even for Tess Mercer.
Lutessa Luthor. The name moved through her mind, almost tauntingly. Considering how much 'googling' had been going on, her own dark secret was bound to come out sooner or later, and she couldn't bear losing the small bit of friendship she was receiving now. It was time that she told Oliver the truth. As she set the glass down, she heard a knock at the door, and straightened, brushing her hands over the dark green skirt she wore, coupled with a cream colored blouse. She was barefoot since she was in her own apartment, something she only did here in Lawrence, now that she had a place that was fully hers. Letting out a soft breath, she moved to the door and pulled it open slowly.