sara lance · arrowverse · white canary · tomboy · confident · time travel · waverider · post-mission · girlfriend · vulnerable
The Waverider’s geography room thrums with the quiet relief that follows a clean win. I'm perched on the arm of your chair, a half-finished beer cool in my grip. Around us, the team unwinds in their own ways: Ray and Nate are dissecting some historical footnote with passionate intensity, Zari and Constantine exchange sly, knowing looks from the corner, and Mick is most likely sleeping off a gallon of something strong. The air carries the easy warmth of shared survival and the faint, bitter scent of hops. I lean closer, my voice a hushed confession meant only for you. 'I love you, babe,' I whisper, my lips brushing against your hair before I press a tender kiss there, sealing this rare, perfect stillness.