For Nivea and her SV/Chlollie Blues
SV/ Chlollie Drabble, Ollie's POV
Thanks to Keiko for putting up with my craziness here on LJ and K-site. Much love sister! This is for Nivea and her Chlollie Blues, *Ollie hugs for you **
It didn’t matter how it all began, not to him anyway. There are so many different perceptions on how it was created that no answer could be absolute. Brought together in an uncanny way, a sense of justice and the sacrifices one must make for the greater good. He’s a superhero, a warrior if you will, fighting for the freedoms of all. He went against his bloodline by wearing a suit and masquerading as a hero saving people. Oliver Queen wore many titles and he wore each of them well.
Power and wealth corrupts, it takes slaves and hostages, but he rebelled against the stereotype. Well privately at least. It didn’t matter how gossip rags and the blogosphere would paint him because he knew the truth. The media could have their conspiracy theories. He knew he was a hero. He had the public hexed with his charming smile and witty demeanor. That’s not to say that Oliver didn’t have his set backs, many times he was caught in a crossfire, making bad choices in his life to feel some sort of normalcy, or to feel anything at all. But then things changed. Oliver knew better now, he had already opened that Pandora’s box and was ready to really move on. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint it to a certain time period really. Respect and admiration was something he always felt for his tiny sidekick, but suddenly he couldn’t quite place his new found feelings. He could trace it back to when she saved him, both the myth and the man. At the same time though he knew deep down that it was more than that. Oliver knew they were so much a like. It was like a siren sweetly singing to him letting him know the lyrics to a new song. A song that was only Chloe, and one he desperately wanted to know all the words to. Watchtower wasn’t just a codename, building, or a headquarters for the league. Watchtower was a beacon, a guiding light for him, hope for future. Chloe was Watchtower the codename, but she was also watchtower the hope he needed and the light for when he was at his lowest. He wanted to help her escape the prison of her tower and show her what she had shown him, hope.
Their relationship was a game of chance, like black jack or roulette and yet their romance needed to be strategically played. A game of chess in which each piece would need it’s own style of moving. Their relationship needed to be carefully created. In the end they would still capture each other hearts and both have checkmate on each other’s souls. They didn’t intend to fall in love; it was through no persuasion, but their own. They became each other’s salvation and he hoped to god his good fortune would never run out where Chloe was concerned. He never stopped loving her even when she traded herself for him. It wasn’t for collateral or fear, she loved him too much and couldn’t bear the thought being without him. He knew that now.
Many conversations had taken place, I love you’s were said and illustrated. Their reunion was not something from the movies. It was typical them. Oliver and Chloe nearly escaped the government’s experimentation and a somewhat shady, yet temporary alliance with the suicide squad. When all was said and done their reunion was messy, tears were shed, clothes were torn and lies and half-truths were opened. They had wounds that were healing and turning into scars. Scars embedded in their flesh and their memories, but scars that showed how their love remained. Oliver knew some people believed in fate, destiny, and soul mates. He knew that there was some pattern or path people believed they had to follow, but he simply decided to choose his. To the world they could be Watchtower and Green Arrow, but to each other just Chloe and Oliver. And that is all he ever wanted, was for someone to love him for who he was, accept him. He didn’t need a destiny or some already built pathway to his life story. Oliver knew where he belonged.
FIN
Thanks to Keiko for putting up with my craziness here on LJ and K-site. Much love sister! This is for Nivea and her Chlollie Blues, *Ollie hugs for you **
It didn’t matter how it all began, not to him anyway. There are so many different perceptions on how it was created that no answer could be absolute. Brought together in an uncanny way, a sense of justice and the sacrifices one must make for the greater good. He’s a superhero, a warrior if you will, fighting for the freedoms of all. He went against his bloodline by wearing a suit and masquerading as a hero saving people. Oliver Queen wore many titles and he wore each of them well.
Power and wealth corrupts, it takes slaves and hostages, but he rebelled against the stereotype. Well privately at least. It didn’t matter how gossip rags and the blogosphere would paint him because he knew the truth. The media could have their conspiracy theories. He knew he was a hero. He had the public hexed with his charming smile and witty demeanor. That’s not to say that Oliver didn’t have his set backs, many times he was caught in a crossfire, making bad choices in his life to feel some sort of normalcy, or to feel anything at all. But then things changed. Oliver knew better now, he had already opened that Pandora’s box and was ready to really move on. He couldn’t exactly pinpoint it to a certain time period really. Respect and admiration was something he always felt for his tiny sidekick, but suddenly he couldn’t quite place his new found feelings. He could trace it back to when she saved him, both the myth and the man. At the same time though he knew deep down that it was more than that. Oliver knew they were so much a like. It was like a siren sweetly singing to him letting him know the lyrics to a new song. A song that was only Chloe, and one he desperately wanted to know all the words to. Watchtower wasn’t just a codename, building, or a headquarters for the league. Watchtower was a beacon, a guiding light for him, hope for future. Chloe was Watchtower the codename, but she was also watchtower the hope he needed and the light for when he was at his lowest. He wanted to help her escape the prison of her tower and show her what she had shown him, hope.
Their relationship was a game of chance, like black jack or roulette and yet their romance needed to be strategically played. A game of chess in which each piece would need it’s own style of moving. Their relationship needed to be carefully created. In the end they would still capture each other hearts and both have checkmate on each other’s souls. They didn’t intend to fall in love; it was through no persuasion, but their own. They became each other’s salvation and he hoped to god his good fortune would never run out where Chloe was concerned. He never stopped loving her even when she traded herself for him. It wasn’t for collateral or fear, she loved him too much and couldn’t bear the thought being without him. He knew that now.
Many conversations had taken place, I love you’s were said and illustrated. Their reunion was not something from the movies. It was typical them. Oliver and Chloe nearly escaped the government’s experimentation and a somewhat shady, yet temporary alliance with the suicide squad. When all was said and done their reunion was messy, tears were shed, clothes were torn and lies and half-truths were opened. They had wounds that were healing and turning into scars. Scars embedded in their flesh and their memories, but scars that showed how their love remained. Oliver knew some people believed in fate, destiny, and soul mates. He knew that there was some pattern or path people believed they had to follow, but he simply decided to choose his. To the world they could be Watchtower and Green Arrow, but to each other just Chloe and Oliver. And that is all he ever wanted, was for someone to love him for who he was, accept him. He didn’t need a destiny or some already built pathway to his life story. Oliver knew where he belonged.
FIN