Day Two: Startling
Day Two Question: What is your favorite scene/quote?
Answer: That's so hard! So, I think I'm going to break it down by season… Season 1 I think would be the scene where Laurel finds out about Oliver's scars… and realizes that he did go through hell and back. Season 2… while the hallway scene was one of the best scenes they have together… the scene where she rallies his strength, reminds him that the city needs him and tells him to get off his pity party ass and go do his job… The Lauliver feels, man.
Usual disclaimers apply. Enjoy!
She stared at the bow for a long moment. Her hands itched to touch it, though no one else was in the Arrow Grotto (as Laurel began to call it). She looked around cautiously and lifted the bow with a grunt. That man certainly was a strong beast.
She stood with proper stance apart and looked at the target. She notched the arrow and took a breath in. As she let the breath go, the arrow hit the outside rims of the target. She grinned victoriously.
It was a practice she began in secret, without anyone knowing, and began to develop her own self-esteem through using the bow.
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She and Sara trained hours in the day, with Laurel reviewing her sister's technique with a finesse that Sara never expected Laurel to have. Sara trained her gradually, knowing there would be a time when Laurel would need someone to help her further certain techniques she was good at.
The sisters bonded easily over the mat, taking their anger out on the world through that surface. Laurel would come into their training sessions stressed from her job and leave two hours later with a smile on her face. Sara knew her sister was worried about something.
"How do you hit the center target?" Laurel asked Sara one day as they were cooling down. Sara looked at her sister. "I want to learn how to handle knives."
Sara smiled at her. "We'll need to find wooden ones. Unnecessary injuries are a must."
Laurel nodded. They shared a smile. "We'll start tomorrow."
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Six months later, Laurel stood with his bow in her hands and took a breath in. She felt the arrow whoosh through the empty hideout. When the arrow hit the center of the target, she let out a whoop. She danced around and heard clapping behind her.
Laurel froze and slowly turned to the person responsible for the clapping. His mischievous grin brought red to her cheeks and she halted her victory dance. "I didn't mean..!"
"Your stance is still too tense," Oliver noted as he walked to her. He helped her get into position and started adjusting certain parts of her body. "You need to feel it… yeah, like that."
"You startled me," she confessed. He smiled beside her. "How did you figure it out?"
Oliver stepped away from her long enough to meet her eyes. They stayed together in a long silent moment and he eventually shrugged. "You were throwing knives like you were practicing for something else."
Laurel considered his serious expression for a long moment and shook her head. "I can't hide anything from you."
Oliver chuckled. She swatted his arm. He helped her back into the right position and made sure she held it. She aimed the arrow and he whispered, "Let it go when your breath goes."
She let it go and the arrow effortlessly hit the center of the target. Her astonished gaze turned to his face. Oliver smiled down at her. "You told me so."
Oliver nodded and she smiled at him. They stood together and Oliver leaned down to whisper into her ear. Laurel blushed and sputtered at him. Oliver grinned.
When Laurel smacked him, and walked away, all he did was chuckle.
The End.
