Chapter 2 ('The Legends of Tomorrow'-verse/'Arrow'-verse):
*Rubbing her eyes another night, sitting in 'her' Captain, eyes and head bobbing up and down. Knowing damn well that she's only been her Fourth Cycle abroad on her favorite 'play-thing' and sad thing is she was the ONLY ...*wake-up, dumb-ass*. Her crew off, without her, NOT that she would otherwise, it's like being on a 'time traveling and multiverse jumper', Ava is asleep in her own and seperate Quarters of her own...maybe, it's over-hearing 'yeah, right' the not so quietly, being so adequately dubbing her's and Ava, as but cute in factly has been Sara Lance, 'Avalanche' as seem suffocating as the actual occurrence(s)...okay, bedtime as she shuts down for a spell. *
*And, heard this again and what would be like a thousandth time, but only actually been told once from the one and only wished she cared to hear it from, the ONLY person she wanted to say to her and the only person that would hear it. *I found you, leaning against a tree, starving, waiting for death*...however, the more time, some form of self-punishment, having to be without and leaving no doubt that all this is making it harder and harder to ignore...not the response(s) one would expect, not the aroused and fully dilated all up-n-down the entirety of her body...she shuffled along to 'the only place' can make for safety and isolation call 'home'
when it's anywhere then she refers to it as 'my bunk'. She was just so lacksedialedly smirking as her right arm was swinging back-and-forth, and there no mistakenly one could tell her hand was ached up as if to 'curdled'
up around a right hand if it was in someone else's left hand. She was suddenly 'alert' and the smile was ablazed and eyes 'mirrored' because she wasn't seeing whatever that only she could see. She was already leaving her boots in the middle of her quarters not giving a flying squirrel, even if she's the going to trip over them when in a two hour, power, nap will have to do, and even, after an hour spent in an almost scaquilling hot shower that leaves the fogged over room and left the fogged up mirror, bare alert enough to get breakfast with her skeleton-crew and her not too thrilled and disgruntled ,uh, lover who seems to get more=-and-more less and less as time goes on, her significant other would describe-it. NOW, that's an 'Avalanche' that she did NOT want to be on the receiving end of, that's seems comical that's if she could must a flying leap if could find the energy to actually find her way back to her solitude of her own sterile and calm and cool atmosphere that just leave her content with allowance of wrapping herself into the 'their' bed linens and she'd evenly able to mumbling out, even though no one would be able to convincing her otherwise. Just before she's got herself wrapped around a pillow and was just drifting off to a dream world, and before that straight-forward 'dowsing' to la-la-land...and she'd be amazed if some blabbed about this about anyone else and about her or the one name that slipped out her, now drooling down from the corner of my mouth and flooding on the bed. More like even she was able to make out the only name that she cherished the most,
the one she'd die for, one she would stand her ground for, even though she knew it was all Romeo and Juliet!*
*"Hmmmm" he mumbled into her neck as he wraps his arms around Felicity's sleeping form, and just falls asleep with child like grin on his face, and Oliver Queen, had one final thought before falling off to sleep was ..."Hmmmmmmm, I am damn LUCKY!"*
*MORE TO COME! *