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Oliver Queen ([personal profile] overbowed) wrote in [community profile] promuseboxing2015-02-21 12:00 am

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Admittedly it hadn't been the best reaction, though Oliver Queen wasn't known for having moderate reactions to anything startling. He was better with arms length, anything to keep people back and away from the core of things. Even the ones closest to him, the ones he trusted with his life. Diggle was quite possibly the chief offender in getting under his skin. He was the only one who knew the majority of his secrets and as things got... blurry it had been hard to keep the boundaries he'd set up right from the start.

For one thing, he was always Diggle. Or Dig. For the most part Oliver pretended his first name didn't even exist. It was a line in the sand and as time went and and they became closer it was harder to remember. The problem was that eventually it had slipped out. It didn't matter that they were alone. It didn't matter that it had been something quiet mumbled between kisses in the basement of the club. It certainly didn't matter that the only one who heard Oliver call him John was the man himself. It was the line crossed.

Maybe walking out hadn't been the best plan but it happened and Oliver spent the next 24 hours avoiding his own bodyguard. It was cowardice on his part. The lives of people he... of people he cared about were at risk. A partner, a friend was just as at risk but he had convinced himself it would hurt less if it was kept simple. Clearly his heart hadn't gotten that memo.

He returned to the lair the next evening, his nerve not quite back but he knew it was impossible to evade John- Diggle forever. It didn't make things any less awkward as he cleared his throat.

"...Diggle. We should probably talk."
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[personal profile] moralizer 2015-04-13 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
It honestly wasn’t anything John wasn’t expecting. The explanation made sense, fitting neatly into the lines of how John understood Oliver. It was still bullshit but John could see how Oliver would end up at the conclusion that the universe hated him.

“Is this the point where I try to convince you I know what I’m getting into?” He asked, arms still crossed. “Oliver, I know you have a complicated history. I bet you I don’t even know the half of it, maybe I never will.”

It was one of the few things John accepted about Oliver. He would never really know everything and, honestly, it bothered John sometimes, but he chose to pick his battles when it came to the puzzle that was Oliver Queen.

“There are plenty of reasons why either of us could die today or tomorrow, because of what we do.” Both of them had close calls in the past, way before their relationship had been considered a possibility. “But I’m not convinced that the universe has a personal vendetta against you because you have feelings once in a while. Losing people we care about or seeing them hurt — If you wanted guarantees, I don't have any to give you. But not everything is your fault, no matter how you try to pin it solely on yourself.”

He shrugged, taking a deep breath. “What does that mean for us?”