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Bart Allen>> Impulse (imp_ulsive) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-02-06 21:40:00

Entry tags:

bart allen/impulse, virgil hawkins/static

Who: Bart and Virgil
What: Um… Discussing Virgil’s newfound romantic interest?
Where: The Apartment (living room)
When: Evening
Rating: Lets say PG-13 (see: romantic interest)

With Oliver off after Chloe again, they had the apartment to themselves. It was quiet, too quiet for there to not be something wrong. The counters were spotless and the fridge was full. Nothing was on the floor. Food wasn’t thrown out on the kitchen table in a jumbled mess. Oliver had gawked. He’d stopped and stared, as if he’d never seen cleanliness before, as if it were some kind of new invention he’d only heard about on TV. He asked Bart if he wanted to eat and no, he didn’t and no, he wasn’t sick. He wasn’t hungry. For the first time in years, he didn’t want food. Without his speed, he didn’t burn the kind of calories that he did when he was running around. He felt sickly normal. It was like being little all over again. Only he wasn’t little. And he missed what he’d lost.

He’d gone into the living room to get away from Virgil. Annoyed wasn’t the right word. He wasn’t annoyed. Disgusted didn’t fit either. Scared, maybe, but not repulsed. Bart was confused. He didn’t get it and every time Virgil said something, his thoughts blurred. Bewildered. He was bewildered, he realized. He was abashed. Moving away, inching away until he was up and in another room was what eventually happened.

Pulling his red hood up over his head (it was a childish gesture, hiding) he watched a screen that didn’t make a sound. If he could have fallen asleep he would have done it, just to get away from everything for an hour or two. But because that seemed impossible, he had to be satisfied with sitting there, doing nothing until somebody broke his concentration by making some kind of noise.

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static_shower
2010-02-07 03:12 am UTC (link)

Virgil didn't know what to say, and was half debating to just let it go. But he'd said it, and he meant it. He felt like he did. So he must have. Didn't he? Everyone was telling him something was wrong. Virgil just didn't see it, or he didn't want to. He loved Bart, he had for a long time. But which way was it? Whatever the way, whatever the feeling, it was being drowned out by a headache that he had gotten trying to figure it all out as he came into the main livingroom to get himself something for it. Advil, or asprin, anything really. As long as it worked fast.

Nothing was right, and Virgil didn't know what to think as he opened the cabinet in the small personal kitchen. The medication was high and out of his reach. He frowned. Wishing he had his powers to help him get it down he turned hoping to find Oliver, but instead Bart was sitting there and his outstretched arm lowered limply and he looked a little like a wounded puppy.

Unsure what to say he frowned a little. "T.v. works better if you turn up the volume." He added from the other side of the counter awkwardly.

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imp_ulsive
2010-02-07 03:28 am UTC (link)

“I don’t want to hear it.” He didn’t turn to look at him. The voice was no shock to him. The apartment wasn’t that big. There weren’t many places for them to go and that meant that Virgil was going to run into him trying to pretend to watch TV sooner or later. Unfortunately, sooner had just crossed the finish line. On the couch, he stayed listless, vacant, robbed of energy. A few moments passed before he dared to look up at Virgil. He regretted it. Bart thought he looked lost. He looked like somebody had kicked him. Hard. Maybe he’d mentally kicked him? If so, that was an unfriendly thing to do. He should apologize. Or at least be nicer.

The hood, he lowered back down, to see better. Hesitating, rounding up the words before opening his mouth again, he tried to make sure that they didn’t sound stupid or mean or something in between. “You can sit here. If you want.”

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static_shower
2010-02-07 03:55 am UTC (link)

Virgil winced and nodded despite Bart's refusal to look at him. And he could understand it. Partially. It had all sort of come out of the blue. How else was he supposed to handle it. "Oh. Okay then." He responded quietly, awkwardly and went back to trying to reach for the asprin until Bart spoke again and he looked over his shoulder. "Are you sure, I might just do something weird again." He sounded a little more bitter than he meant to, but most of it was hurt than anger. His brows furrowed as he just stopped trying. He'd have to remember to glare at Oliver later for putting it so high. What was he, six? He didn't have a death wish he just wanted something for the throbbing he felt in his temples and above his left eye.

His arms folded uncomfortably as he leaned against the small counter between the fridge and end of said counter as if trying to get small enough to disappear into them.

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imp_ulsive
2010-02-07 04:12 am UTC (link)

If he could sink into that couch even more, he would have done it without thinking. He moved back as far as he could and glanced at Virgil, back to the silent TV and then down at his hands. Messing up? Bart was good at doing that. He had no idea what needed to be said so he said the wrong things and upset Virgil. This could have been a game that he didn’t know how to play. He didn’t understand the rules so he stood there trying to uncover them. Undeniably, he was failing and losing and just not getting it.

“I said you could, didn’t I?” What was he going to do? Sit on the couch forever? Avoid him until the end of the world? Say something else to piss him off? No. Of course he wasn’t. He hadn’t intended to hurt Virgil and if he could fix it somehow, he would.

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static_shower
2010-02-07 04:46 am UTC (link)

Virgil sighed. Running a hand through his hair in frustration to push it out of his face he decided this timid bit wasn't for him. Bart wasn't trying to hurt him. Even if it didn't feel that way at the time. Staying on opposite sides of the house wasn't going to make it better. About now he was willing to try anything to make the sick feeling in his stomach let up. So cautiously he found his way to Bart's side and sat down. Staring down at his knees, he flicked his fingers together awkwardly watching the tiny little sparks fly. "I might be able to recharge soon." He said after the longest silence in the history of silences.

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imp_ulsive
2010-02-07 05:06 am UTC (link)

The silence was growing more awkward by the second. Usually, Bart would have made some type of noise to get rid of it. Now however, he passed the time by drumming his fingers against the cushion of the couch. The television screen flashed darker and he tried not to look at Virgil sitting beside him. With neither of them talking, it felt wrong to break the quiet spell. He didn’t reply immediately, although he caught the small spark from the corner of his eye. The light of it flashed and once it was gone, Bart was looking at where it had been. “I didn’t really mean it. I wasn’t trying… to upset you.”

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static_shower
2010-02-07 07:52 am UTC (link)

Virgil just shrugged. What else was he supposed to do ? "I was being stupid." He admitted and looked away though he didn't really feel it. He didn't think it was stupid at all. "I don't know what's wrong with me." Whatever was happening, he wasn't having fun. It was obvious on his face. The expression was laced with layers of confusion and anger. He didn't enjoy having his emotions toyed with. He didn't like them being out there without his consent. He wanted to say he'd try not to tell him things like that again, but in all honesty it was true. He couldn't just pretend it wasn't there. It wouldn't have been said at all if it wasn't.

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imp_ulsive
2010-02-07 08:12 am UTC (link)

“You’re going to say stuff and later on you’re going to regret it because you didn’t mean it.” He was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Virgil. Bart was afraid that Virgil would admit something and he’d accept it and what would happen in a day or two? A week? “You weren’t being stupid.” Maneuvering himself so that he could look at him better, Bart tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and forgot about the TV he was pretend watching. “I’m not mad at you.”

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static_shower
2010-02-07 08:57 am UTC (link)

Virgil didn't like being this confused. It was obvious in his face he honestly didn't know what to do with it. What to say about it, he felt it. "I've done alot of things you know. Said a lot of crap. Told a lot of jokes. But..I've never accidentally just told someone I loved them when I didn't." He was trying to get that point across. But there were beads of moisture threatening his eyes and he looked away. Rubbing his eyes as if he were just tired from the constant slew of shit he'd been feeling since..whatever this was, started. He looked down at his hands and his brows furrowed with worry. He didn't know what else to say so he was just quiet. He fidgeted with his sleeve, and looked up at him awkwardly. But sincerely. He didn't just throw words like love around. He knew he didn't. Especially not at Bart.

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imp_ulsive
2010-02-08 01:47 am UTC (link)

What Virgil said, he had to think about. He needed to try to comprehend it and understand it the best that he could. Anyone else in Virgil’s situation Bart would have never allowed near him. He would have told them to get away from him and shut up. There would be sneering and glaring and crossed arms and displeasure more potent than it had any right to be. Fortunately, Bart was growing complacent, accepting. The process was slow but it was there and working. Timidly, cautiously, careful, he shifted closer to him. “Do you promise?”

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static_shower
2010-02-08 02:12 am UTC (link)

"I've never lied to you before have I?" He offered him a tiny smile as he shifted, and his hand reached out to touch his cheek carefully. Things were all kinds of confusing, terrible infact. Bart was the one thing that he was sure about in all this. So he nodded. "I'd never hurt you." He leaned forward, taking one of his hands and lacing his fingers through his. A small reassuring gesture.

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imp_ulsive
2010-02-10 07:15 am UTC (link)

He didn’t need to think about that. Of course Virgil had never lied to him, at least not about something important, not that he could remember. Virgil’s hand on his face was reassuring. It comforted him and he leaned into it slightly, wanting to stay there and hoping that Chloe kept Oliver wherever he was. His fingers jumped when he took his hand but instead of pulling away from him, he held on, clung to him, afraid that he’d go away if he didn’t. “I believe you?” Hesitation wasn’t there this time.

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static_shower
2010-02-10 08:33 am UTC (link)

Virgil wasn't going to pull away, it was all he wanted to be close to Bart. To really show him how he felt. What he'd always wanted ever since the pair of them met. They just instantly clicked. Nobody had to force them to do anything, one went somewhere and the other wanted to follow. They rarely even fought, the only time they'd ever come scarily close was in Chicago. That was..That was something Virgil didn't want to think about. There were hurtful things said and done on both ends, right now everything was perfect.He didn't want to ruin it with negativity. He felt warm and safe again, it was something he hadn't felt in some time. He craved it and wanted to be closer. Any closer though and he'd be in Bart's lap, but maybe that wouldn't be so bad. For now he settled for letting Bart get used to the touch, it was obvious it wasn't something he felt often, the way he felt his hand twitch in surprise. Virgil wanted to change that. He didn't want Bart to be scared every time they were close. "You're stuck with me." The most warm smile lit up his face. Something genuine that hadn't been there in weeks. He held Bart's hand and rested his cheek against the slightly older boys chest. Letting their laced fingers sink comfortably between them.

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