Reach Up High Sara stares at the ceiling where Lucifer's voice comes from, her lips start to curl into a pleasantly surprised smile.
"He's serious...." There's a confused chuckle. "All this time we've been hurting each other for this, and we could have just had hope?"
Her eyes sting a little, and she hopes her partner can't tell. Sara shakes her head. If she knows the other person, she reaches over to take their hands.
"So, tell me, what's the first thing you want to do when you get home?" Because her admission is going to hurt too much. Might as well encourage the other person to go first.
It's the End of the World As We Know It What's Mine is Mine, What's Yours is MINE cw: violence, harem, possessiveness Whatever is in the air, it doesn't take long for it to overtake Sara. She starts off the night off making drinks for sinners and demons alike, but within twenty minutes, she turns a stool over, pulls apart the legs, and claims one for herself. Next time anyone sees it, it has a knife tapped to the end. Decked out in leather and metal, she hops on the bar and approaches someone.
A. Things The makeshift spear gets thrust in their face.
"Hand over," Sara pauses for a moment studies them before pointing the spear at a particular item, "that. Now." It might be their device, it might be their drink, might be a necklace. Of course, they can deny her and fight, she's more than ready.
B. People Sara licks her lips and points the spear at the person she's picked.
"You're pretty. Come here." She reaches down to pull them up to the bar.
C. Place Later in the evening, Sara sets herself up on one of the couches (she pulls it over there) and loudly proclaims, "This side of the club is mine! All who reside here are now under my protection, as long as you fight for me! Who will join me?"
She doesn't even ask if anyone opposes. Do you dare?
Your Body is a Canvas (good with all colors, please specify preference) cw: nudity, possible sex It sounds innocent enough, and kind of fun, really.
Even if Sara doesn't know a person near her, she'll grab them and smile.
"You want to try out the paints?"
And if someone is too shy, she's more than willing to just do face paints.
Wildcard [Interested in something else? That goes here. I'm up for whatever.]
[OOC: Will do [, (, past, present, prose, whichever is most comfortable - I will follow. Feel free to discuss ideas with this journal, on plurk metaljean, or discord: midnightcat#8900.]
Sara Lance | DCTV | OTA
Sara stares at the ceiling where Lucifer's voice comes from, her lips start to curl into a pleasantly surprised smile.
"He's serious...." There's a confused chuckle. "All this time we've been hurting each other for this, and we could have just had hope?"
Her eyes sting a little, and she hopes her partner can't tell. Sara shakes her head. If she knows the other person, she reaches over to take their hands.
"So, tell me, what's the first thing you want to do when you get home?" Because her admission is going to hurt too much. Might as well encourage the other person to go first.
It's the End of the World As We Know It
What's Mine is Mine, What's Yours is MINE
cw: violence, harem, possessiveness
Whatever is in the air, it doesn't take long for it to overtake Sara. She starts off the night off making drinks for sinners and demons alike, but within twenty minutes, she turns a stool over, pulls apart the legs, and claims one for herself. Next time anyone sees it, it has a knife tapped to the end. Decked out in leather and metal, she hops on the bar and approaches someone.
A. Things
The makeshift spear gets thrust in their face.
"Hand over," Sara pauses for a moment studies them before pointing the spear at a particular item, "that. Now." It might be their device, it might be their drink, might be a necklace. Of course, they can deny her and fight, she's more than ready.
B. People
Sara licks her lips and points the spear at the person she's picked.
"You're pretty. Come here." She reaches down to pull them up to the bar.
C. Place
Later in the evening, Sara sets herself up on one of the couches (she pulls it over there) and loudly proclaims, "This side of the club is mine! All who reside here are now under my protection, as long as you fight for me! Who will join me?"
She doesn't even ask if anyone opposes. Do you dare?
Your Body is a Canvas (good with all colors, please specify preference)
cw: nudity, possible sex
It sounds innocent enough, and kind of fun, really.
Even if Sara doesn't know a person near her, she'll grab them and smile.
"You want to try out the paints?"
And if someone is too shy, she's more than willing to just do face paints.
Wildcard [Interested in something else? That goes here. I'm up for whatever.]
[OOC: Will do [, (, past, present, prose, whichever is most comfortable - I will follow. Feel free to discuss ideas with this journal, on plurk