Oliver Queen (vigilantearcher) wrote in youmakeitreal, @ 2014-10-23 09:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | laurel lance (worefishnets), oliver queen (vigilante_arrow), v: au canon |
Oliver sat beside Laurel in the room where the AA meetings were held. His hand held hers, listening to her as she talked, telling the group how something had happened that she couldn't talk about and how she'd thought for sure she'd be tempted to drink and hadn't really been. He was proud of her. So proud. She'd come a long way since her alcoholic days after Tommy's death. He knew he had a lot to do with it, but she had helped herself too. He gave her hand an affectionate and loving squeeze, seeing her eyes suddenly move towards the door and he followed her gaze, seeing her father enter.
He squeezed her hand again as she thanked everyone for letting her share. He knew she hadn't told her dad about Sara's death yet and he knew it was eating at her. He understood she was scared about how her father might deal with it because of his heart problems now and he didn't blame her. He removed his hand from hers only to wrap his arm around her, allowing her to lean into him, "I'm so proud of you." He said in a soft whisper.
He tuned back in as another woman began talking, his attention drawn when she spoke of her husband abusing her and then moved her shirt enough to allow the room to see the mark. Oliver's eyes darkened in anger. He may not know the woman but no woman deserved to be treated like that.