Smallville countdown 9: Preferences vs Realities
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He liked alcohol.
The two had been introduced at a young age. He found solace in their intoxicating depths. It was an escape form the life of loneliness to a haze of happiness. He was not afraid to open a bottle and celebrate whatever occasion the world sought. Alcohol was his companion for the good and the bad.
He liked brunettes.
He thought it stemmed from his time with Tess. Their pictures were always so striking with her pale smooth skin and fiery hair. It contrasted so sharply with his California tan and blonde hair. Their pictures always managed to pop off the page. He found with brunettes, there was no such problem. Their dark locks complemented his light coloring easily. It always worked towards a simple balance.
He liked danger.
He believed in living life to the fullest. After Duncan, he was shocked into realizing the value of life. From then on, every moment was to be pushed. There was always another thrill to be sought. And that was even before becoming Green Arrow. In his suit, he became even more captivated by life. The possibilities seemed endless. The hood allowed him anonymity. The hood also opened his eyes to the world out there. The world that was filled with magic, time travel and intergalactic space travelers. With the new and unknown, danger was never far behind. And Oliver thrived on it.
He liked calling the shots.
Oliver had been in charge of his life for years. He didn’t answer to anyone but himself. Even when he was bringing the company down with him, employees could only standby as he ruined the company and their livelihood. He was the de facto leader, the head honcho. What he said goes. That followed through to the league as well. It was his codenames, his equipment and his plans always. The feeling of control was powerful. To be at the helm of a super team as an average man was something he was always proud of.
He liked disappearing.
He had spent his life as the heir to Queen Industries. That came with a certain niche that he had to fill. He was a face to be seen. Queen Industries was his parents’ legacy and he was fully devoted to ensuring its success. He lived his life unapologetically yet remained in the spotlight. But still Oliver liked to slip away. He liked to move on when the time was right. Star City was the base of operations and there he had a house with most of his possessions. But his life was really on the road, moving from major city to major city. He enjoyed being in one city one day then off to the next morning.
She changed everything.
He liked alcohol.
But her addiction to coffee was undeniable. He learned very quickly that it was a must-have in the house. Coffee time became their time. She would sip her drink of choice while he would do his morning exercise. Occasionally he would coax her into some positions. They would laugh at the lack of flexibility in her body. She would claim it was her short legs. He respond with a slap to her butt and honest words of “not changing a thing.” But still, most mornings she would drink and he would move. They would take this time together to cherish each other’s presence and mentally prepare for the world’s newest hurdle.
He liked brunettes.
Seeing her blonde hair on his pillow was one of the biggest accomplishments of his life. She was not easy to seduce. He circled her for weeks trying to determine if his rapidly developing feelings were one sided. When he finally made his move, he was overjoyed to find that she was right there with him. She put up some rules. But considering his initial skepticism, the night had gone much better than he planned. Chloe was worthy of pulling out his best moves. And if she didn’t fall for those, then he was more than willing to put his brain to work for more.
He liked danger.
The thrill would never leave him. But lately the thrills he sought were much different than before. They were centered on the feisty blonde in his life. He wanted to push the boundaries that she had. Every moment together was used to see how far she was willing to give. His greatest thrill was holding her hand as they walked down the street. From her words, he knew he was breaking down her walls. Oliver was walking on the wild side for her. It was the highest high of his life.
He liked calling the shots.
Watching her in command was the bitterest pill for him. She stepped up when he was no longer fit. In time he realized that she was right to do what she did. He was no longer the leader. But he liked to share the load with her. She was a good member of the team, she was an even better leader. And as an added benefit, she was in his ear whenever he went out. The nights didn’t seem so lonely when he had her voice in his ear.
He liked disappearing.
He never went far. And he never went alone anymore. He stole her away with him. They disappeared to a world that was only them. He knew he didn’t need to run any more. She was his home now.
She changed everything. She made his apartment into a home. She made a team into a family. She made a man into a partner.
All he had to do was change her absence into a presence.
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A/N: And that’s #9! It’s different than the only before. So the countdown is wrapping up.
#10 we finally made it!
He liked alcohol.
The two had been introduced at a young age. He found solace in their intoxicating depths. It was an escape form the life of loneliness to a haze of happiness. He was not afraid to open a bottle and celebrate whatever occasion the world sought. Alcohol was his companion for the good and the bad.
He liked brunettes.
He thought it stemmed from his time with Tess. Their pictures were always so striking with her pale smooth skin and fiery hair. It contrasted so sharply with his California tan and blonde hair. Their pictures always managed to pop off the page. He found with brunettes, there was no such problem. Their dark locks complemented his light coloring easily. It always worked towards a simple balance.
He liked danger.
He believed in living life to the fullest. After Duncan, he was shocked into realizing the value of life. From then on, every moment was to be pushed. There was always another thrill to be sought. And that was even before becoming Green Arrow. In his suit, he became even more captivated by life. The possibilities seemed endless. The hood allowed him anonymity. The hood also opened his eyes to the world out there. The world that was filled with magic, time travel and intergalactic space travelers. With the new and unknown, danger was never far behind. And Oliver thrived on it.
He liked calling the shots.
Oliver had been in charge of his life for years. He didn’t answer to anyone but himself. Even when he was bringing the company down with him, employees could only standby as he ruined the company and their livelihood. He was the de facto leader, the head honcho. What he said goes. That followed through to the league as well. It was his codenames, his equipment and his plans always. The feeling of control was powerful. To be at the helm of a super team as an average man was something he was always proud of.
He liked disappearing.
He had spent his life as the heir to Queen Industries. That came with a certain niche that he had to fill. He was a face to be seen. Queen Industries was his parents’ legacy and he was fully devoted to ensuring its success. He lived his life unapologetically yet remained in the spotlight. But still Oliver liked to slip away. He liked to move on when the time was right. Star City was the base of operations and there he had a house with most of his possessions. But his life was really on the road, moving from major city to major city. He enjoyed being in one city one day then off to the next morning.
She changed everything.
He liked alcohol.
But her addiction to coffee was undeniable. He learned very quickly that it was a must-have in the house. Coffee time became their time. She would sip her drink of choice while he would do his morning exercise. Occasionally he would coax her into some positions. They would laugh at the lack of flexibility in her body. She would claim it was her short legs. He respond with a slap to her butt and honest words of “not changing a thing.” But still, most mornings she would drink and he would move. They would take this time together to cherish each other’s presence and mentally prepare for the world’s newest hurdle.
He liked brunettes.
Seeing her blonde hair on his pillow was one of the biggest accomplishments of his life. She was not easy to seduce. He circled her for weeks trying to determine if his rapidly developing feelings were one sided. When he finally made his move, he was overjoyed to find that she was right there with him. She put up some rules. But considering his initial skepticism, the night had gone much better than he planned. Chloe was worthy of pulling out his best moves. And if she didn’t fall for those, then he was more than willing to put his brain to work for more.
He liked danger.
The thrill would never leave him. But lately the thrills he sought were much different than before. They were centered on the feisty blonde in his life. He wanted to push the boundaries that she had. Every moment together was used to see how far she was willing to give. His greatest thrill was holding her hand as they walked down the street. From her words, he knew he was breaking down her walls. Oliver was walking on the wild side for her. It was the highest high of his life.
He liked calling the shots.
Watching her in command was the bitterest pill for him. She stepped up when he was no longer fit. In time he realized that she was right to do what she did. He was no longer the leader. But he liked to share the load with her. She was a good member of the team, she was an even better leader. And as an added benefit, she was in his ear whenever he went out. The nights didn’t seem so lonely when he had her voice in his ear.
He liked disappearing.
He never went far. And he never went alone anymore. He stole her away with him. They disappeared to a world that was only them. He knew he didn’t need to run any more. She was his home now.
She changed everything. She made his apartment into a home. She made a team into a family. She made a man into a partner.
All he had to do was change her absence into a presence.
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A/N: And that’s #9! It’s different than the only before. So the countdown is wrapping up.
#10 we finally made it!