A couple of weeks later Laurel knows Oliver too has gained his soulmark, a name that is not her own. Her heart breaks that day after as she catches a glimpse as she groggily lifted her head off his shoulder, the name peeking out from under the neckline of his crooked t-shirt. Her fingers gently graze the skin as she stares at it in a sleepy haze, still not fully awake enough to process it.
Settling back into his side she closes her eyes against the harsh blue light coming from the tv screen, the movie long forgotten when they fell asleep halfway through.
Oliver wouldn't tell her but he was awake as she made the discovery, heard her tired whimper of sadness as she curled into his side. His heart clenched as he allowed his fingers to softly rub along her side, right over her own soulmark.
Green Arrow. The man whose soul was paired with his beautiful Laurel's. That wasn't even a name, he scowled bitterly as he held her close. No way were these two unknown people with crazy names going to tear them apart.
If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he, Oliver Queen, belonged to Laurel Lance. To h*** with this Black Canary chick.
