To say it's a lot to take in is a bit of a colossal understatement. Time travel. Magic. More magic. Star City under threat again and again. Oliver is going from nightly battles to all out war for the soul of his city and while he can simply nod and accept it, part of him is so very tired because this war will go on for a very long time.
But it's a battle worth fighting, and he'll do it beside both friends and allies every time.
He's more than a little warmed by the whiskey - because you don't have conversations regarding time travel and magic, or conversations with Constantine in general without some form of alcohol. It's just easier that way.
For a moment Oliver simply watches her. He can't have anyone close to him. Not anyone that he loves. Every time he does it ends in pain or blood and sometimes both.
But oh if he could..
"Hi." He picks up one of the daggers, testing the weight of it before giving his own throw.
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Time travel. Magic. More magic. Star City under threat again and again.
Oliver is going from nightly battles to all out war for the soul of his city and while he can simply nod and accept it, part of him is so very tired because this war will go on for a very long time.
But it's a battle worth fighting, and he'll do it beside both friends and allies every time.
He's more than a little warmed by the whiskey - because you don't have conversations regarding time travel and magic, or conversations with Constantine in general without some form of alcohol. It's just easier that way.
For a moment Oliver simply watches her.
He can't have anyone close to him. Not anyone that he loves. Every time he does it ends in pain or blood and sometimes both.
But oh if he could..
"Hi." He picks up one of the daggers, testing the weight of it before giving his own throw.