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chosenbylightning) wrote2017-11-07 05:45 pm
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Another Path Chosen
He called himself Savitar. God of speed.
What an asshole.
Barry had no interest in the metal suit, the promise of immortality or any of it. He just wanted to be left in peace. And maybe run a few con jobs on the side. But damnit, as soon as Savitar threatened other versions, other Barry Allen's who might have had better lives than his?
Screw it.
He had to try. He had to go. Running through time until the very fabric of reality shattered. The least he could do was warn the guy, right?
What an asshole.
Barry had no interest in the metal suit, the promise of immortality or any of it. He just wanted to be left in peace. And maybe run a few con jobs on the side. But damnit, as soon as Savitar threatened other versions, other Barry Allen's who might have had better lives than his?
Screw it.
He had to try. He had to go. Running through time until the very fabric of reality shattered. The least he could do was warn the guy, right?
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He beams at the prospect of pancakes and lets Barry slip off his sweater. He reaches up and undoes his tie with practiced ease. He kisses Barry softly again and glances back at the closed door.
"...he seems to have had a rough like." He turns back to his Barry and kisses him again. "Kind of like you."
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"Come on, let's go to bed before you sleep standing up," he says softly with a smile.
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