madimpossibledreamer

( Oliver's attempting to become the next Mentor accidentally. )

( a plan for juno )

          “Okay, Felicity, Thea and I have been brainstorming,” Tommy greets Oliver, kissing him on the cheek as he enters the hideout.
          “Oh, great,” Ollie complains, rolling his eyes, but he’s not as put out as he’s acting.  He’s half paying attention now even as he leafs through some printouts Felicity had wanted him to read.  Thea pauses in her attacking she’d continued to call a ‘jungle gym’ just to annoy her brother to wave and wipe her forehead of sweat.
          “We’ve been talking about names and outfits…” Tommy begins, and holds up a hand as the older Queen turns to face his boyfriend almost violently.  “Look, I don’t want to hear it, okay?  I’m probably going to have to be in the field at some point, if only because of the psychometry deal.  And I am not wearing my normal clothes or having you call me ‘Tommy’ over the comms, for protection.”  He sits in one of the comfy rolling chairs and rolls right up to his best friend’s side, reaching out to rub the tense back and grinning at the torn expression in response to his words.  “There’s a couple choices.  Thea said Vision, but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that in the comics.  Insight.  Intuition, Prophet, Esper—that one’s kinda anime, but it’d be different.  Felicity likes The Observer, and kind of wants a title herself, although she wants more time to think about it.”
          “You can’t just choose one too quickly.  It’s something important that you should put a lot of thought and work into,” Felicity begins, then starts to babble.  “N-not that I think you’re rushing into it or being reckless or anything.  I mean, you’re getting second opinions, so that probably counts, doesn’t it?  It should, shouldn’t it.  Between the two of you, Tommy, you tend to think about things more than Ollie, and—wait—”
          They smile fondly at her, and she shuts up, blushing.
          “I like The Observer or Insight, if we have to act like we’re playing pretend with superheroics like we’re seven again,” Oliver admits, leaning in for another quick kiss.

( take a leap of faith )

( let me emerge from my shell )

         “So, how come I don’t see your ribs?” Thea asks bluntly.  Ollie nearly brushes it off before she remembers Dig’s advice.  A little honesty now and then might be enough to make her mask that much more believable.
         “I eat.  And I take vitamins,” she says defensively, but Thea’s eyebrow has never been more expressive.
         “Uh-huh.”
         Ollie sighs.  “I—I probably wouldn’t even have noticed, before, but everything tastes…fake?  Artificial?  I can taste it.”
         “You know, Raiza loves you.  If you asked her, she’d find you all the natural and organic foods you’d need,” Thea suggests, wrapping an arm around Ollie’s shoulder supportively.
         Ollie blinks slowly.
         “What?” the little sister asks.
         “You know, I…it sounds dumb, but I forgot I could ask other people for help,” Ollie confesses.  “I’ll try to be better about that.”