As ironic as it is, I’m not a fan of greens xD>
“O-Ollie? Is that you?”, Dinah walks up to Oliver tentatively, as if she’s scared to touch him. As if he really was a ghost, like he’d joked about. “I’d slap you…but it looks like…someone else…what happened to you? Where have you been? Bruce and I tried to find you but…it was like you didn’t want to be found…”
Ollie pulls down the rest of his hoodie. He half smirks at her and drops his bow and quiver. Taking her hand, which he knows wants to touch him. “I missed you too, Pretty Bird,” he chuckles.
Her hands are shaking now, and she feels tears running down her face. She supposes this means she’s crying, although she didn’t know she was. His touch, she hasn’t felt his hands in hers in months. She didn’t think she ever would again. Dinah wonders to herself if this is even reality, if maybe this is a dream she’ll wake up from like the hundreds of times before. “You…you didn’t…answer my question..”, she glances at Drake who is tugging on Ollie’s hoodie. “We need to talk..alone..I’ll call Ted to take Drake…you and I need to discuss…adult things.” She runs off to the bedroom, sobbing as she picks up the phone to dial Ted. This would give Ollie a few minutes with his son, and herself a few minutes to get her tears out.
Drake creeps out of bed hearing noises. He drags his bear along, rubbing his eyes as he peeks out. A familiar back, he knows that back. There’s a hoodie and big shoulders and arms and blonde hair. That’s Daddy!
He drops his bear and toddles over to Oliver, wrapping his arms around the man’s middle. “Daddy, where you been? Did you leave cause I didn’t clean my room? I cleaned it!” He tugs on his father’s hand, trying to get his attention.
“Daddy!” He yanks on Ollie’s hoodie. His eyes have tears.
“Hey buddy,” Ollie scoops his boy up, hugging him close. The kid’s arms come around tightly on his father’s shoulders. The archer sighs and squeezes his son closer, sitting down on the sofa.
Drake’s crying on his shoulder.
“Daddy was working, it’s okay,” he wipes Drake’s face and kisses his forehead. “I’m back, buddy. Daddy’s back.”
Well if you can’t tell who they are. (From left to Right) Wally, Bruce, Hal, Ollie
shootinstraight started following you
You…
I remember you.
Che. I’m not forgettable.
ask me anything
- sexual
- weird
- about love
- about my life
- about me
- about food
(Source: yourunbrokendemi)
What’s with the faces, guys? You all seem like you’ve seen a ghost.
“O-Ollie? Is that you?”, Dinah walks up to Oliver tentatively, as if she’s scared to touch him. As if he really was a ghost, like he’d joked about. “I’d slap you…but it looks like…someone else…what happened to you? Where have you been? Bruce and I tried to find you but…it was like you didn’t want to be found…”
Ollie pulls down the rest of his hoodie. He half smirks at her and drops his bow and quiver. Taking her hand, which he knows wants to touch him. “I missed you too, Pretty Bird,” he chuckles.
