Sunday_Reveries Prompt
"Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them out,
and a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told. Some doors, once they’re opened,
can never be closed again, just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back."
Alice Hoffman
(Other characters mentioned here are chloeas, have_no_mercy, kneel_majorzod, miaspeedy, and boy_scout, all without permission, but with great love <3). Follows this.)
Things were falling apart.
And as Oliver stood on the rooftop of the clock tower, staring out over the brightly-lit cityscape that was Metropolis, he struggled to try and figure out what could be done to fix them.
At least now he knew what was causing the rift between Chloe and Clark. Chloe hadn't told him the specifics of what had been said earlier that evening between her and Clark, but whatever it was must have been harsh given how upset she'd been. And Oliver was a smart guy. He had a pretty good idea of what the fight had been about. It had been building for some time, he knew. Because every time he'd been in a room with the two of them, the tension had been so thick he could have choked on it.
Maybe with the deeper understanding of that dynamic, he'd be able to help smooth things over, if that could even be done at this point. Chloe was deeply hurt by Clark's lack of understanding about what she was trying to do (which was ultimately the same thing Clark was trying to do), and the pain Oliver had seen reflected in her green eyes as she'd told him about Clark's disappearance after Jimmy's murder, and his subsequent return upon Lois's own return, had compounded into a deep wound he wasn't sure could be easily soothed, or forgiven. At least not anytime soon.
Drawing in a breath, he let it out slowly, shutting his eyes for a long moment. The familiar resistance he always felt when it came to people or situations getting too close for comfort tugged at him and he acknowledged the feeling and then let it go.
He wasn't running. Not now. Not again.
He opened his eyes once more, leaning on the balcony’s ledge, but glancing over his shoulder to make sure all was quiet inside the penthouse. Chloe had finally fallen asleep a couple hours before and he'd held her for awhile, until he was sure she was resting comfortably enough that he could get up. He was deeply worried about her--not only because Mercy knew that Chloe killed her in a freaky future universe, but for her mental well-being, as well. The fact that she had actually gotten drunk, which wasn't like her at all, only served to add to that worry.
Deep down he didn't believe that Mercy would make a move against Chloe based on something that never actually happened, but she wasn't the same woman he'd known all those years ago. She'd changed, gotten colder, darker. But once in awhile, when they talked, Oliver caught a glimpse of the Mercy he remembered, and that gave him hope. She'd been so adamant that she wasn't going to come to the Thanksgiving party, but then she'd shown up after all, with a bottle of wine in her hands, and when she'd left, she'd kissed his cheek; both gestures of warmth that he couldn't dismiss. The Mercy he knew was still there, and he wouldn't give up on her, whether she liked it or not. And there was little doubt in his mind that she wouldn't like it.
Straightening up, his gaze drifted to the Watchtower. He'd moved a few of his things there when he'd informed Chloe he was moving in, a precaution in case Mercy decided to act against her. But frankly it had been as much to keep an eye on Chloe, since no one else really seemed to be doing so. Her husband had been brutally murdered just a few months ago (which alternately felt like an eternity ago, and just yesterday, depending on the moment), and she'd spent her time since then working to help keep Metropolis safe. She wasn't taking time for herself, wasn't taking time to take care of herself, and that troubled him deeply. He was afraid she was quickly hurtling toward a dark abyss that he himself had stared into not that long ago, and he'd be damned if he'd stand by and watch it happen if he could prevent it.
He just wasn't sure that he could. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try his damnedest. She was the one, after all, who'd saved him from himself. She'd plucked him from the depths of despair and placed him back on a path that had led him back to who he was, and he wasn't about to forget it. She hadn't been alone--his team, his family had helped. And he wouldn't forget that either. He wouldn't let them down again. Any of them.
Oliver was a little surprised at how quickly he and Chloe had bonded, and at how close they'd gotten. He supposed it was from a combination of things: what she'd done for him, how she'd been utterly alone in dealing with Jimmy's death since his funeral (which he hadn't realized until just a few short hours ago), and at the fact Clark and Lois were rarely around. And now with the impending sense of doom he felt with the threat of Zod taking over the planet, the need to keep Chloe close to him was only intensified.
For the life of him, he didn't understand how Clark thought befriending Zod was going to save them all, but then he rarely understood how Clark's mind operated. But that was all right. Clark could work the Zod angle and Oliver would hope for the best while he and Chloe and the League concentrated on how to keep the solar towers from ever coming to fruition.
Between that, trying to help Chloe, keeping an eye on Mercy (both out of wary precaution and concern), and attempting to gain Mia's trust, he suspected he was going to be too occupied to deal with much else for the foreseeable future.
(Note: OOC feedback much welcomed--from any and all, as always :) )
and a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told. Some doors, once they’re opened,
can never be closed again, just as some trust, once it’s been lost, can never be won back."
Alice Hoffman
(Other characters mentioned here are chloeas, have_no_mercy, kneel_majorzod, miaspeedy, and boy_scout, all without permission, but with great love <3). Follows this.)
Things were falling apart.
And as Oliver stood on the rooftop of the clock tower, staring out over the brightly-lit cityscape that was Metropolis, he struggled to try and figure out what could be done to fix them.
At least now he knew what was causing the rift between Chloe and Clark. Chloe hadn't told him the specifics of what had been said earlier that evening between her and Clark, but whatever it was must have been harsh given how upset she'd been. And Oliver was a smart guy. He had a pretty good idea of what the fight had been about. It had been building for some time, he knew. Because every time he'd been in a room with the two of them, the tension had been so thick he could have choked on it.
Maybe with the deeper understanding of that dynamic, he'd be able to help smooth things over, if that could even be done at this point. Chloe was deeply hurt by Clark's lack of understanding about what she was trying to do (which was ultimately the same thing Clark was trying to do), and the pain Oliver had seen reflected in her green eyes as she'd told him about Clark's disappearance after Jimmy's murder, and his subsequent return upon Lois's own return, had compounded into a deep wound he wasn't sure could be easily soothed, or forgiven. At least not anytime soon.
Drawing in a breath, he let it out slowly, shutting his eyes for a long moment. The familiar resistance he always felt when it came to people or situations getting too close for comfort tugged at him and he acknowledged the feeling and then let it go.
He wasn't running. Not now. Not again.
He opened his eyes once more, leaning on the balcony’s ledge, but glancing over his shoulder to make sure all was quiet inside the penthouse. Chloe had finally fallen asleep a couple hours before and he'd held her for awhile, until he was sure she was resting comfortably enough that he could get up. He was deeply worried about her--not only because Mercy knew that Chloe killed her in a freaky future universe, but for her mental well-being, as well. The fact that she had actually gotten drunk, which wasn't like her at all, only served to add to that worry.
Deep down he didn't believe that Mercy would make a move against Chloe based on something that never actually happened, but she wasn't the same woman he'd known all those years ago. She'd changed, gotten colder, darker. But once in awhile, when they talked, Oliver caught a glimpse of the Mercy he remembered, and that gave him hope. She'd been so adamant that she wasn't going to come to the Thanksgiving party, but then she'd shown up after all, with a bottle of wine in her hands, and when she'd left, she'd kissed his cheek; both gestures of warmth that he couldn't dismiss. The Mercy he knew was still there, and he wouldn't give up on her, whether she liked it or not. And there was little doubt in his mind that she wouldn't like it.
Straightening up, his gaze drifted to the Watchtower. He'd moved a few of his things there when he'd informed Chloe he was moving in, a precaution in case Mercy decided to act against her. But frankly it had been as much to keep an eye on Chloe, since no one else really seemed to be doing so. Her husband had been brutally murdered just a few months ago (which alternately felt like an eternity ago, and just yesterday, depending on the moment), and she'd spent her time since then working to help keep Metropolis safe. She wasn't taking time for herself, wasn't taking time to take care of herself, and that troubled him deeply. He was afraid she was quickly hurtling toward a dark abyss that he himself had stared into not that long ago, and he'd be damned if he'd stand by and watch it happen if he could prevent it.
He just wasn't sure that he could. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try his damnedest. She was the one, after all, who'd saved him from himself. She'd plucked him from the depths of despair and placed him back on a path that had led him back to who he was, and he wasn't about to forget it. She hadn't been alone--his team, his family had helped. And he wouldn't forget that either. He wouldn't let them down again. Any of them.
Oliver was a little surprised at how quickly he and Chloe had bonded, and at how close they'd gotten. He supposed it was from a combination of things: what she'd done for him, how she'd been utterly alone in dealing with Jimmy's death since his funeral (which he hadn't realized until just a few short hours ago), and at the fact Clark and Lois were rarely around. And now with the impending sense of doom he felt with the threat of Zod taking over the planet, the need to keep Chloe close to him was only intensified.
For the life of him, he didn't understand how Clark thought befriending Zod was going to save them all, but then he rarely understood how Clark's mind operated. But that was all right. Clark could work the Zod angle and Oliver would hope for the best while he and Chloe and the League concentrated on how to keep the solar towers from ever coming to fruition.
Between that, trying to help Chloe, keeping an eye on Mercy (both out of wary precaution and concern), and attempting to gain Mia's trust, he suspected he was going to be too occupied to deal with much else for the foreseeable future.
(Note: OOC feedback much welcomed--from any and all, as always :) )