[ 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.
[ His old mate Chas was always one of the few that could see through his act. Zed had ended up getting close enough to tell a bit herself before going on her way. Both of them are better off without him there and that's the truth of it. Doesn't mean he doesn't wonder after them.
What a team the three of them made.
Now here he is, swanning in time and again with the Legends. Staying, if he dares to entertain the thought, close to Sara. Even after fighting Neron, he's still here. No wink or wisecrack as he leaves it all behind to go it alone.
John grins at the widening smile she has and reaches up to brush her hair back around so it doesn't get caught between them. After, he tucks his face down to press a kiss to her bare shoulder. ]
[ Strange, how their paths have crossed and uncrossed over the years. Bound by the first time they'd met to restore her soul to her body, to the strange, surreal mission they'd both undertaken to heal the timeline.
Life had thrown them both their fair share of curveballs, and here they both were. Battered and mostly standing.
She lets her eyes sink closed, humming contently at the feeling of his lips on her skin. The tug of relaxation starts to tingle through her body, an ease settling into her shoulders as she slides her hand down to rest on his. ]
[ More hopeful and spiritual types would say that's a guiding hand in it all. John's too well-versed in the nasty business of the world to call it that. Not that he's not grateful in his own way. They have links to each other's souls which is a very precious thing. He guards it as carefully as he's able.
Doesn't mean it's always easy to. Especially with the things they do on the daily.
He feels her start to relax as the water works its magic, both literally and figuratively. They can enjoy this before there's any attempt at cleaning up properly. ]
New moon water, honey, milk, and lavender, mostly.
[ Whatever it is, it's bound them in ways she doesn't really know how to explain. Something understood in the way they are. Something that keeps pulling them together, despite the insanity of the world they both live in. ]
What the hell is new moon water?
[ She shifts her head up to look at him with a raised brow, fingertips tracing along the knuckles of his hand. ]
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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.
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What a team the three of them made.
Now here he is, swanning in time and again with the Legends. Staying, if he dares to entertain the thought, close to Sara. Even after fighting Neron, he's still here. No wink or wisecrack as he leaves it all behind to go it alone.
John grins at the widening smile she has and reaches up to brush her hair back around so it doesn't get caught between them. After, he tucks his face down to press a kiss to her bare shoulder. ]
Suppose it's difficult to hide that.
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Life had thrown them both their fair share of curveballs, and here they both were. Battered and mostly standing.
She lets her eyes sink closed, humming contently at the feeling of his lips on her skin. The tug of relaxation starts to tingle through her body, an ease settling into her shoulders as she slides her hand down to rest on his. ]
Mmm. What'd you put in this water, anyway?
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Doesn't mean it's always easy to. Especially with the things they do on the daily.
He feels her start to relax as the water works its magic, both literally and figuratively. They can enjoy this before there's any attempt at cleaning up properly. ]
New moon water, honey, milk, and lavender, mostly.
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What the hell is new moon water?
[ She shifts her head up to look at him with a raised brow, fingertips tracing along the knuckles of his hand. ]