( don't mess with sara's eyebrows or she'll get that tiny knife she has stashed on her person and fucking kill you, linda park. or not, because you're too beautiful to murder. )
You're lucky that was cute, because it was also terrible.
( said eyebrows lift at the expulsion of a puff of smoke escaping past linda's lips, like she's some douchey guy with a vape. thank god sara lance is a superhero, because an idea pops into her head and she decide's that she's going to save the day. with an affectionate squeeze to linda's shoulder — one she's probably done a thousand times, even if this linda doesn't know it — sara's quick to rise again, offers a quick, ) Hang on — I have an idea.
( potentially a terrible one, but she's gotta try. the white canary makes a beeline back to the snack tables, perfectly places three (3) chocolate spearmint cupcakes on a small plate, and she's back so quickly that she might be mistaken for the flash. instead of returning to the spot she'd just vacated, sara finds a newer, better spot: right on top of linda's lap, plate in hand. )
Now, I wasn't the best at chemistry in high school, or science in general, but — ( it's said as she pops one of those cupcakes into her mouth. ) — if this works the way I think it might, it should neutralize the whole smoking hot thing. ( and another cupcake. ) Or it'll make both of our faces explode, or something. ( a shrug, and then the last mini cupcake is quickly disposed of, swallowed with a refreshing, icy cool feeling. with a sharp inhale, sara realizes that it's like tiny ice crystals spread through her mouth, but it's not overwhelming, and doesn't linger for long — it's pleasant.
which is why sara doesn't hesitate before tipping her head so she can kiss linda, maybe concerned about her lips being singed in the process, but mostly just beyond ready to feel her lips against hers again, her arms loosely draping around her neck. )
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You're lucky that was cute, because it was also terrible.
( said eyebrows lift at the expulsion of a puff of smoke escaping past linda's lips, like she's some douchey guy with a vape. thank god sara lance is a superhero, because an idea pops into her head and she decide's that she's going to save the day. with an affectionate squeeze to linda's shoulder — one she's probably done a thousand times, even if this linda doesn't know it — sara's quick to rise again, offers a quick, ) Hang on — I have an idea.
( potentially a terrible one, but she's gotta try. the white canary makes a beeline back to the snack tables, perfectly places three (3) chocolate spearmint cupcakes on a small plate, and she's back so quickly that she might be mistaken for the flash. instead of returning to the spot she'd just vacated, sara finds a newer, better spot: right on top of linda's lap, plate in hand. )
Now, I wasn't the best at chemistry in high school, or science in general, but — ( it's said as she pops one of those cupcakes into her mouth. ) — if this works the way I think it might, it should neutralize the whole smoking hot thing. ( and another cupcake. ) Or it'll make both of our faces explode, or something. ( a shrug, and then the last mini cupcake is quickly disposed of, swallowed with a refreshing, icy cool feeling. with a sharp inhale, sara realizes that it's like tiny ice crystals spread through her mouth, but it's not overwhelming, and doesn't linger for long — it's pleasant.
which is why sara doesn't hesitate before tipping her head so she can kiss linda, maybe concerned about her lips being singed in the process, but mostly just beyond ready to feel her lips against hers again, her arms loosely draping around her neck. )