[Laurel's return to Cadelle is a quiet one. She doesn't make her way back to the apartment quite yet, not with everything that's changed, so she just takes a deep breath and finds the nearest bar. Tommy is gone, Oliver has abandoned her (again), and right now? She just wants to drink until she can't feel anything.
She slides onto a stool at CriminALES, unaware of any magical shenanigans that may be floating throughout the city, and order herself a drink. And then another. And then another. And then another. Until she's drunk enough that there's no resisting the magic, and she starts to sing, quietly, to herself.]
Something always brings me back to you. And it never takes too long. No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here, to the moment I'm gone ...
[She should probably think it's strange, that this is the path her evening has taken, but it feels good to finally get some of it off her chest so she's just going to keep going.]
You hold me without touch, you keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign.
Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am, and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. But you're on to me and all over me.
[And it continues, verse after verse, line after line until she reaches the climax of the song and shoves her glass away.]
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see That you're everything I think I need here on the ground But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down. You're keeping me down. You're on to me, on to me, and all over ...
[There's a beat as she manages to catch her breath, and she looks down at her hands again, as well as the device in front of her, trying to figure out where to start.]
Something always brings me back to you It never takes too long ...
[Maybe she should go home. She should probably go home. And with that, she will slide off onto the stool, lose her balance, and stumble into the nearest person on her way out the door, and she blinks, before shaking her head.]
Oh. Sorry ... I'm sorry.
[Unfortunately, Laurel Lance has seen better days.]
[LAUREL IS BACK FROM HER CANONBUMP, five years older and five times sadder. Feel free to hit her up here, or at her updated OKCuddle.]
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She slides onto a stool at CriminALES, unaware of any magical shenanigans that may be floating throughout the city, and order herself a drink. And then another. And then another. And then another. Until she's drunk enough that there's no resisting the magic, and she starts to sing, quietly, to herself.]
Something always brings me back to you. And it never takes too long. No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here, to the moment I'm gone ...
[She should probably think it's strange, that this is the path her evening has taken, but it feels good to finally get some of it off her chest so she's just going to keep going.]
You hold me without touch, you keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your reign.
Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am, and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. But you're on to me and all over me.
[And it continues, verse after verse, line after line until she reaches the climax of the song and shoves her glass away.]
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need here on the ground
But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down.
You're keeping me down.
You're on to me, on to me, and all over ...
[There's a beat as she manages to catch her breath, and she looks down at her hands again, as well as the device in front of her, trying to figure out where to start.]
Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long ...
[Maybe she should go home. She should probably go home. And with that, she will slide off onto the stool, lose her balance, and stumble into the nearest person on her way out the door, and she blinks, before shaking her head.]
Oh. Sorry ... I'm sorry.
[Unfortunately, Laurel Lance has seen better days.]
[LAUREL IS BACK FROM HER CANONBUMP, five years older and five times sadder. Feel free to hit her up here, or at her updated OKCuddle.]