A very choppy ficlet, of what I dreamt about last night.
It was the night of Patrick's annual charity ball, the most sought after ticket of the year. It was being held in the grand ballroom of my boyfriends home, and I being the perfect hostess was hiding. The private balcony overlooking the room was a perfect place to spy. To watch the elite push around the weak and expect their gratitude in return. I watched the same cruel men that destroyed my world shower pennies on the poor as a sign of their generosity. While I being a total hypercrit sat in the dark adorned in silks and jewels purchased with the suffering of others.
Tess watched the sad little scene play out in front of her, laurel and Oliver orbiting each other but never quite meeting. They wanted one another but couldn't move past old grievances. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad, the longing looks the barely their declarations of undying love. It was as if there love story was destined to be epic, right up there with Romeo and Juliet. Lets face it they even had the waring families and the burden of past histories. So the burning question would be would this be the tragedy of Oliver and laurel? Or would fate look kindly on these young lovers?
First of all let me make a thing or to abundantly clear about my previous romanticised monologue, I don't ship Lollie at all. Despite being Oliver Queens childhood friend I would deny him this moment of strife and contentment, and yes you're correct in assuming my dislike lays in my jealous heart. Im among the sad legion of women who are in love with Starling City's most eligible bachelor, and no I don't want him for his money despite popular belief. I want him for the promises he made me a long time ago, promises before I wore another mans ring.