[ She's gotten used to wearing different faces over the years. Putting on a smile for her parents, for Ollie, for Laurel, pretending there's still some shred of that girl they used to know deep down underneath. A smile for Nyssa, for Team Arrow, for The Legends. Not fake, necessarily, but not entirely genuine either. Not many get the pleasure of seeing all the cards Sara Lance holds in one go.
But John's not just anyone. He knows her better than a hell of a lot of people on this earth. Understands her better than even she'd like to admit.
They both know what it's like to keep people at a distance. Until, of course, they go ahead and find themselves reaching out for it anyway.
The smile on her lips widens contently as she settles her back against his chest, head resting against his collarbone as the warmth of the water - and whatever the hell else he put in it - starts to sink into her skin. ]
You say that like you don't enjoy taking orders from me.
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But John's not just anyone. He knows her better than a hell of a lot of people on this earth. Understands her better than even she'd like to admit.
They both know what it's like to keep people at a distance. Until, of course, they go ahead and find themselves reaching out for it anyway.
The smile on her lips widens contently as she settles her back against his chest, head resting against his collarbone as the warmth of the water - and whatever the hell else he put in it - starts to sink into her skin. ]
You say that like you don't enjoy taking orders from me.