Arrow double-drabble: Illumination
Title: Illumination
Pairing/Characters: Oliver (Arrow)
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None for the show
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em; don't profit
Beta: unbeta'd due to shortness
Summary: Oliver wonders why he does what he does
Author’s Notes: Written in December 2014 for a prompt offered by erinm_4600: watching the sunrise. Already posted on my own LJ when it was written; just catching up here now.
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
Oliver sighed, lowering himself into a chair on the balcony, bone-weary after another night of fighting crime in Starling City. He could already see the morning limning the horizon in a palette of yellow and red. In his previous life he would have thought it beautiful. Right now, all he could think was how each night ended with the crushing reality of too much fighting and not enough sleep.
Did he have to go on; to meet each day with the hope that he was doing enough to change things and make the city a safer place?
As the sun burst forth from its nightly resting place, he sat up straighter, studying the play of light upon cloud and buildings. The illumination hit panes of glass on a nearby building, and just for a second there was a flash of green, almost in the shape of an arrow, whizzing across the sky.
Had he not been watching, he might have missed it. So brief and so insignificant in the larger portrait of the city by daybreak; yet it had been there, flaring just brightly enough to make a difference.
There was a reason for him to keep going after all.
~//~
Pairing/Characters: Oliver (Arrow)
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None for the show
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em; don't profit
Beta: unbeta'd due to shortness
Summary: Oliver wonders why he does what he does
Author’s Notes: Written in December 2014 for a prompt offered by erinm_4600: watching the sunrise. Already posted on my own LJ when it was written; just catching up here now.
NB: this fic can also be read here at AO3
Oliver sighed, lowering himself into a chair on the balcony, bone-weary after another night of fighting crime in Starling City. He could already see the morning limning the horizon in a palette of yellow and red. In his previous life he would have thought it beautiful. Right now, all he could think was how each night ended with the crushing reality of too much fighting and not enough sleep.
Did he have to go on; to meet each day with the hope that he was doing enough to change things and make the city a safer place?
As the sun burst forth from its nightly resting place, he sat up straighter, studying the play of light upon cloud and buildings. The illumination hit panes of glass on a nearby building, and just for a second there was a flash of green, almost in the shape of an arrow, whizzing across the sky.
Had he not been watching, he might have missed it. So brief and so insignificant in the larger portrait of the city by daybreak; yet it had been there, flaring just brightly enough to make a difference.
There was a reason for him to keep going after all.
~//~