Helen wrote “Draw Davey (her dog) and post it on tumblr” in my to do list today, and my goal was to complete all my homework so here he is. I’m sorry I didn’t do very well (he was in a really weird position and I was running out of time). I seriously love Davey.
Hiccuping, shuddering, tears bleeding through her fingers–– Holly could hardly breathe through her choked up, dry heaving throat. “Camden, Camden I didn't– They didn't–” She had to force the words out through pressed lips, and though the ten shots of whiskey should have, in theory, loosened her tongue, the words didn’t feel any smoother coming out than when they had come in, her ears left ringing as if radio static had inhabited her inner ear cavity.
“I- I’m not– I-” She was going to collapse right there, by her kitchen table, with Harmony purring by her feet, Callie off somewhere with Dale, her structure was going to collapse right there, and if she was going to be left alone in the debris the result would be.. Catastrophic.
“Please,” She managed to whisper past clenched, chattering teeth. “I need you.."
"I am so in love with you. You're in me. It's like you're a disease. And I just can't think about anything or anybody. And I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't eat. And I just love you. All the time."
He’s surprised by her outburst && it shows, his eyes widened a fraction as she continues on, forcing the breath out of his lungs, his lips parted yet no words manage to come out. There’s still something completely foreign to Oliver about hearing that someone could love him in the capacity she described, it requires him to take a moment – to compose himself, hear her words && find that they were ones of good nature instead of the disappointment he expects. He would never view himself as a man worthy of the love of Felicity Smoak, she deserved so much better than the life he could offer her. A life full of the constant danger looming over their shoulders threatening to take his light away from him && send him spiraling back into the darkness he is without her.
His fingers are rubbing together as she finishes, he never had needed her to say the words out loud but to hear those three words sent a hope crashing into him – that maybe there was still a world that a guy like him got the girl. He had made a choice months ago, to live a life without her, && allow her to be free of the maybe he brought – but now that he was faced with the same choice once more, this time he made a different decision – finally accepting her own choice in the matter.
He surges forward in a fluid motion, his hands coming up to cradle her face, his lips finding hers for a moment he craved since the day she walked away. She rushes through his every vein reawakening the light that had been buried underneath the weight of his past.
He is a disease, a life altering whirlwind that will surely drag her down paths no one as bright as her deserves to be taken to – but she’s the cure. The one able to save the man who deemed himself unsalvageable.