arrowfam week day four: found
(set after the current ga and bop run, hypothetically)
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Someone in the house shrieks. The sound rattles off the walls, and Dinah is up and in the hallway before she can even process.
Behind her, Ollie is cursing as he struggles to pull on pants and follow her. She doesn’t wait for him; she bounds up the stairs to where she thinks the noise came from, heart pounding in her throat.
“Sin?” she shouts. “Lian? Are you okay?”
Dinah all but flies down the hall toward the door to Sin’s room. Lian’s door is open, and the lights are off; no point checking there.
The roar of her blood is so loud in her own ears that she doesn’t notice until too late that the screaming has stopped. As she flings open Sin’s door, adrenaline racing in her veins and pulse pounding in her chest —
She hears laughter.
She sees Lian, sitting on the floor and clutching her chest as she lets out a stream of giggles.
She sees someone standing in the center of the room. Someone blonde, wearing black fishnets and a familiar bodysuit that sits just a little too loose around her slim hips.
Dinah’s brain catches up about as quickly as Ollie, sliding in his socks to hover at her side. “Is that my wig?”
Sin whips around to face her. The blonde hair falls in her face in tangles and knots, but Dinah can at least see something close to guilt on her features.
“Um,” Sin says. “Yes. It was in the closet?”
Dinah’s heart is still pressing uncomfortably against her ribs. She crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow. “And the fishnets?”
“…Laundry?” Sin tries.
“You’re a little old to be playing dress-up, you know,” Dinah scolds.
“Oh, come on, pretty bird,” Ollie huffs next to her. He puts a hand on her shoulder, and Dinah just manages not to shove him off. “Didn’t you tell me you got your start trying on your ma’s things?”
“That is my business,” Dinah intones. She ignores the heat rising to her own face. “I know for a fact that those were hidden, Sin. Did you pick the lock to the attic?”
“It isn’t just me!” Sin insists. “Lian did it, too!”
Lian sticks her chin up defiantly. The fabric slips from her hair and pools around her collarbone. “Uncle Ollie doesn’t care if I wear his things.”
“If you—“ Ollie starts. He leans past Dinah to look at Lian more closely. Then he sputters, indignant, and points an accusatory finger. “Hey now, little cat! That bow is an antique!”
Lian shrugs. The shameless expression on her face is every bit her father, and Dinah almost forgets to be mad at them both. “You need better locks.”
“Oh, do I? And who’s going to pay for those? Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know—“
Dinah rolls her eyes and cuts Ollie off with a hand. “Girls. This is your home, and we love to have you here.”
Sin preens. She ruffles the blonde hair with one hand to reveal her dark, sparkling eyes. Something about it is downright uncanny; Dinah had never anticipated anyone coming along to fill her shoes once she’s out of the business, and with her sister standing there in her old uniform, something in her heart aches.
But she presses on, anyway. “If I find you digging through my private things again, I will make you clean every single dish in the kitchen. By hand. In chili night. Understood?”
Lian shivers and sticks her tongue out in disgust. “Eugh.”
“Loud and clear,” Sin answers.
“And don’t scare me like that again. I was about ready to scream the house down.”
Ollie laughs under his breath. “Well, with my help—“
“Do not finish that sentence, Oliver Queen.”
Dinah does her best to ignore the way Sin and Lian are laughing again, both looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes.
It’s going to be a very, very long day.
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Like waves in the ocean
Like waves in the ocean
he’s loved Alex
Vast and indomitable
and still helpless to resist Alex’s pull
Like a riptide
volatile and dangerous
waiting to pull him under
Wild and uncontrolled
beautiful in its chaos, but
Punishing and unforgiving
Like breakers crashing violently against the rocks
destructive and unstoppable
Like waves in the ocean
he’s loved Alex
Gentle swells and rollers
breaking against the shore
Floating in calm shallows
for days, or minutes, or hours
buoyant and carefree
Drifting on gentle currents
until the sun sets and the stars
shine brightly overhead
Like waves in the ocean
he’s loved Alex
Deep and constant
A force of nature
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