boxofdactyls | just rp it.

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[ welcome to au s7. lois has learned ollie's ~secret identity~ but instead of crying into her coldstone, she's shown up at his place one last time, because some things just need to be said. ]

I'm going to give you five minutes to say exactly what you feel like you need to say. No more lies, no more creative truth bending.

[Oliver should be more aware of the fact that Lois Lane is someone that can surprise him. He had been seated at his desk, trying to review a flight plan for tomorrow. The arrival of Lois had grabbed his attention though. Her words had thrown him through more than just a loop. They had nearly thrown him off the building.

Five minutes. Five minutes and he was certain that staring blankly at her as he tried to figure out how to sum it all up in five minutes... was wasting time.]

I have to start off by stating that there's no way that five minutes is enough time for me to tell you everything I feel like I need to say to you, Lois.

[His hand rubs the back of his head, and there's a flash of a thought where he wants to just grab her and kiss her and make use of those five minutes because he's actually thinking this might end up the last time he'd be able to do that.]

I wanted to tell you, a dozen times over... but you were so set on finding out the identity I didn't want to be the story. Then it was more than that, it was that I wanted to protect you and I knew that if I told you... I'd want to be able to ensure that you'd be safe. That no one would think that they could take you and use you against me.

I've wanted to tell everyone a few times, just remove that cloud of doubt over people that see me as the kid that doesn't deserve the things he has. But I keep it to myself, I do it because it's mine to keep. I wanted you to know me without the Green Arrow standing over my shoulder.

I didn't want you to worry and I didn't know at what point I should tell you. The moment was always too late... and yet, still too soon.

[Oliver exhales.] I've been sitting at that desk since you left, looking at flight plans and all I want is to add stop-overs to places you've wanted to see. I didn't want you to walk out of my life, but I can't be upset at you for walking away either.

You're too smart for this cloak and dagger behavior and I did lie to you, even if you know now... I know it's too late.

I just know that even if I could go back, I'm not sure I would've told you. I would've ... screwed it up somewhere else, because a guy like me doesn't deserve someone like you.

You're incredible, you're amazing and I love you --- even when I know you're capable of beating me in beer pong.

[ she feels a flash of indignant response swell up when he talks about his fear of being 'just the story'. she wouldn't do that. would she? the realization that there could be any grain of truth to it does a lot to deflate her self righteous bubble right off the bat.

but it's when he starts talking about his flight plans and how he keeps subconsciously wanting to add her into them, her expression cracks a bit as well. his last words cause a choked laugh to escape her throat, that she bites down on just in case it opens the floodgates.

she shakes her head for a moment as she swallows down any impending tears, strengthening her voice for when she responds. ]

Ollie, whoever or whatever else you are, or have been, you have to know that it doesn't change what you are to me.

It never could have. But I can't-- [ her resolve folds for a moment, and the words drop out from under her. she swallows, eyes scraping the floor as she regathers herself. ] I couldn't be left out of something that was so much a part of you, not if we ever were going to make this work.

I knew, Ollie, that something was missing. That you were holding something back. What was I supposed to think?

[He takes a breath, watching her and listening to the things she was saying. It was hard for him to say that he would've told her, that he would've done things differently - because things already went this way. He'd already hurt her and he can't go back from that.

Even if he wishes there was a way to do that very thing.

His head tips slightly, making sure to look in her eyes and just pay attention to her. He wanted to memorize every feature, every flicker of fire in her eyes and the way her mouth curved up with a smirk when she knew she was right.]

I would never want to tell you what to think, Lois. I didn't want you to think I was keeping something from you because it was a bad thing. That I would do something to hurt you.

[He frowns and rubs the back of his neck.]

I wish I could tell you that dinner was to tell you, that I had planned it all to bring you into that side of my life -- but that side of my life is dangerous. It's... it's part of me, but it's not all of me.

There are parts of my life that I try, I tried to keep close because they're worth it to me. [He pauses.] You were worth it to me, it's why I wanted dinner - because maybe I wasn't going to tell you everything, but I wanted to tell you something. Maybe it would've been everything, but I hadn't planned on it.

I didn't plan on the party crasher either.

[ there's a lot she could say to all that, but she has one very important thing to say here first. ]

So you and Fishnets weren't...

[He meets her eyes, shaking his head.]

No, not in the least.

[ she does her best to hide her relief ]

Not that I ever really figured her for your type.

[He watches her features, knowing how hard she's trying to hide everything. He tries not to let it be known, instead he takes a step in closer to her. His hand reaches for hers. It's a light hold.]

Nowhere near my type. [He keeps his hold on her gaze, trying to make the implication extremely clear.]

[ her fingers instinctively tighten a bit around his... but then she pulls her hand away, narrowing her eyes slightly. ]

That does not mean you're totally off the hook here, buster. [ but her humor makes it clear that she's not really truly pissed either. ]

I'm fully prepared to remain on said hook. [He takes a breath though, letting out the one he'd been holding onto waiting for her to hit him or worse, walk out again.]

Can I take you to dinner? It's a bit too late to salvage the one I had set up. All those dishes... they're broken.

If I say yes, is that going to compromise my stand of indignant anger?

Stand of indignant anger is remaining in tact. Dinner is just a benefit of you tolerating me for a meal. [He smiles at her, it's a warm genuine smile.]

I think I can manage one night of tolerance.

Then I need to make sure it leaves an impression. [He's going to risk that closeness again, his hand reaching out to touch to her elbow first. Serving as a temporary holding pattern while he figures out what he wants to do next.

Instead of doing what he wants to do, instead he lets his touch slide down her arm, reaching for her fingers again.]

I'd hate for you to put up with me and it be another lousy night.

[ she lets her fingers brush his... and then gives them one squeeze before withdrawing her hand deliberately, raising one finger between them. ] Nobody gets tied up this time.

[He smiles at her, it's half amused - half realizing why he fell in love with her in the first place.]

That is a guarantee.

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just rp it.

last marshmallow peep. be gentle.

yep, another one.

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