ᴀᴅᴀɪɴᴇ ᴀʙᴇʀɴᴀᴛʜ (portential) wrote in jurassiccitylog, @ 2016-02-07 14:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | barry allen / the flash, leonard snart / captain cold |
who: Barry Allen and Leonard Snart. Open to Iris, since she lives there too.
what: Awkward revelations?
where: Barry's apartment.
when: February 7.
warning: None.
status: In progress.
Barry was, for the most part, coming to terms with the fact that he might never walk again. At least, not in this city. Whatever had caused his regenerative abilities to stall out didn't seem to be going away anytime soon (and he had to wonder if it was because he would go right back to being injured when he went home if he healed here) so he just had to accept that this was his life now. And most days he could do that. It was hard, but he managed. But some days it felt impossible. He missed running. Hell, he missed walking. He missed all the little things he had taken for granted before Zoom had shattered his spine. More than anything, he missed getting to help people, to feel like he was making a difference and doing something good. After all the people he had failed to save, the friends he had lost, losing the ability to help at all left a bitter taste in his mouth. He hadn't given up on life entirely, but it was definitely an adjustment. He only really felt like himself around Iris, Jay's guilt making things awkward between them and Felicity and Oliver both gone back home. His banter with Snart today had been the first time in months that he'd been able to forget about his condition. Even with the awkward misstep in the conversation, and Iris making it even more so by implying he actually wanted to date the thief, it had felt good. It was nice, to have someone treat him normally. Not that it really counted. Snart didn't know. And if he found out, he wouldn't want anything to do with Barry. Who would want a broken nemesis, after all? So, as much as he probably should have told him, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He wanted to hold on to the normal feeling just a little longer. He heard the door to the apartment open and pushed his wheelchair toward the main area, expecting to see Iris. She had been out for the afternoon, but there was every chance she had come back thinking that he was actually upset with her about what she'd said. "Iris? You didn't have to come back here. I'm not actually mad about-" he froze as he saw what was definitely not Iris, swallowing against the sudden tightening of his throat. "Oh." Well, shit. |