[ caroline forbes is not opposed to grocery shopping, but sometimes, it's more convenient to allow someone else to wander the seemingly endless aisles of a futuristic publix on her behalf. today, it's mostly staples. silena wants to bake brownies, and while chocolate chips aren't likely to be found, the rest of the ingredients are currently in her pending delivery order, waiting to be hauled across town and up to the top floor of her very fancy apartment building.
she expects the doorbell. what she doesn't expect is to see a face that's all too familiar on the other side — maybe a little older-looking, a little more scruffy, but she'd recognize the face no matter what the disguise.
forget the eggs. forget the mess on the floor that some poor janitor's going to have to pick up. all caroline can think about is zooming forwards, a hand clutching around his neck as she slams him into the far wall, sharp teeth and dark eyes on full display as she growls out her frustrations. ]
the daily grind, everyone be prepared for murder
she expects the doorbell. what she doesn't expect is to see a face that's all too familiar on the other side — maybe a little older-looking, a little more scruffy, but she'd recognize the face no matter what the disguise.
forget the eggs. forget the mess on the floor that some poor janitor's going to have to pick up. all caroline can think about is zooming forwards, a hand clutching around his neck as she slams him into the far wall, sharp teeth and dark eyes on full display as she growls out her frustrations. ]
What are you doing here?!
[ 'sup, oliver, welcome 2 hell ]