Sara had been puzzling over her mark since the day she'd gotten it. "I mean what kind of hint is that for a soulmate?" she grumbles to her sister gesturing to the deep blue colored image that expanded and contracted on ever hard breath she takes.
"Maybe you'll end up with Father Time." That had earned a hard heel kick to her stomach once Sara had managed to twist out of her older sister's grip with a grunted: "I'm serious Laur."
It takes her sister longer than normal to bounce back from the hit as her watery eyes meet Sara's as she offer's her a hand up. "Oh, come on Sar you've been complaining about this since we were kids." Laurel sighed when she'd gotten her breath back taking the out starched hand gratefully.
Sara smiled in triumph at the show of surrender. That was a mistake when the older Lance swung out taking out her younger sibling's legs. "So, your Crosser mark is a clock, I still haven't gotten my own mark yet thank you." She reminded her bitterly.
"It's an opened pocket watch." Sara corrected angrily both at being taken in by such an obvious trick and for her sister not getting the image being discussed right. "If you're going to insult it do it properly." The blonde grunted panting hard up at the ceiling.
"I'm not insulting it or you." Laurel defended pushing herself up onto her forearms to look at her sister. "Um 'Maybe you'll end up with Father Time?' ring any bells." Sara scoffed while her companion just rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."
Sara preened at the comment no matter how sarcastic the tone behind it was. "Impossible to defeat you mean." She boasted as the pair finally called their little sparring session to an end.
"Did you not see me take you out not once but twice just now?" her sister pointed out tossing Sara's water bottle at her harder then need be.
"But I still came back for more." Sara corrected pouring out the remained of her water over the back of her neck.
The loud whine of an alarm stalled anymore talk on the timepiece etched into the shorter woman's ribs.
"Suit up." Oliver growled out already dropping down from the very top of the salmon ladder with practiced skill. "The city needs us."
It had been a part of her for as long as she could remember. That curious little black outlined bird that seemed to be purchased over her ribs.
When she was little Ava had thought it had been a raven but now she's not so sure.
It's too small for a raven. A robin maybe? Or a sparrow?
Ava shook her head at her own thoughts staring out at the night sky outside her apartment's windows. "Knowing what it is won't explain why it changed from black to white." She growled to herself over the rim of her coffee mug.
That little trick had been a surprise.
Her little bird had been the color of the night all dark and mysterious apart from a seemingly amused spark in the mark's eyes. Until one night around 2012 or possibly more into early 2013 when Ava had been toweling herself dry from a shower only to find an alien white feathered thing sitting where her strong little raven but not a raven should have been.
Ava had eventually gotten used to the new colored rib guarder until the sneaky little thing went and changed colors on her yet again back to its original night sky darkness.
"Pick one, already will you?" the newly instated time agent had groaned when after a few celebratory shots with a new guy who kept telling everyone who gave him more drinks that his name was Garry the tipsy new time agent had pulled up her shirt to show off the strange little raven not raven bird only to be told that it was now a snowy bird not a black night one.
"Okay, I pick…this one." Garry had slurred sloshing the drink he'd just been handed toward her thinking she'd been growling at him.
"Not you my birdy." Ava answered, "She keeps changing on me and it's making my head hurt." She admitted still nursing her last shot sulkily.
"Bad canary birdy." Garry laughed as Ava dropped her shirt to cover it back up again. She didn't like anyone but her looking at her little songbird for too long especially if that anyone was a man.
"Canary bird?" Ava asked thinking she'd better start changing her drinks over to water soon if she wanted to keep her wits about her for the first day on the job in the morning.
"Hu hu." Garry hiccupped stealing the rest of the pretzel snacks from the bowl in front the confused blonde that come morning would be his boss. "You've got yourself a little canary bird under your shirt." The more than a little tipsy intern giggled.
"Shut up Garry." Ava ordered tossing back a shot of water then signaling for another not realizing that once again the bird had changed colors on her under the cover of her rumpled shirt going back permanently to its creamy white coloring but still keeping a small patch of black around its little eyes like a bandits mask.