[ the guilt crushes her, much like she imagines rocks from an avalanche. she feels herself split wide open enough to be a gaping wound—and that's what she is, except she's a walking one.
barry had gone to great lengths to retrieve nora's jacket for her. she knows this. even with this irrefutable fact in hand, iris can't help but hide it. the purple angers her, the shoulders are far too sharp for her own—every time to tries to wear it to get closer to nora, she feels like it's weighing her down and cutting into her as if the fabric's made of knives. it doesn't smell like her, either.
since's nora's disintegration—it can't be a death, she's not completely gone—iris has refused to wear purple. tonight she does, with a nice purple camisole that's almost as vibrant as xs' jacket.
she pulls barry closer on their walk through the city. it had started with no destination in mind, but iris has been gently steering him toward the park where he'd played baseball last year. it's not to bring up any painful memories—she had simply wanted to leave their loft and go for a walk, but she hadn't wanted to go alone. some part of her suspects barry had been feeling the same. ]
When was the last time we just went for a walk?
[ she peers up at him as if he's a skyscraper. pursing her lips and feigning confusion, she teases, ] I forgot what you look like outside of the lab.
[He laughs as he slides an arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side as they stand outside the field. He knows what she's doing, who she's longing for, and he can't say he isn't the same. Nora's left a hole in their lives that nothing seems to be able to fill, no matter how they try.]
It feels like forever ago.
[Probably because it was, in speedster time.]
Things always tend to be a little crazy around here for walks.
[ tucking herself more comfortably into his side, she peers up at him like he'd hung the moon and stars. ] Well, I'm glad that it hasn't been that crazy for a walk.
[ having time with barry has been far more sparse than she'd like. back when he had first become the flash, she'd seen him far more, even if he was a bit jumpy and weird, but they'd still have time to go for coffee and eat. sometimes, she misses that, but she much prefers how in sync and intimate they are now. she can read him like her favourite book, and she likes to think he feels the same.
breaking away from him, she grabs his hand and pulls him along with a skip to her step. ]
Do you remember when we used to come to a park and just walk around?
[It feels like eons ago because their lives are a discordant mess of danger and fire drills, but he remembers every moment with Iris. Time with her is the bright spots in the seas of badness, and he'll happily hold on to those memories to keep him going, every time.]
It was a really, really long time ago though. We should try and do it more often.
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barry had gone to great lengths to retrieve nora's jacket for her. she knows this. even with this irrefutable fact in hand, iris can't help but hide it. the purple angers her, the shoulders are far too sharp for her own—every time to tries to wear it to get closer to nora, she feels like it's weighing her down and cutting into her as if the fabric's made of knives. it doesn't smell like her, either.
since's nora's disintegration—it can't be a death, she's not completely gone—iris has refused to wear purple. tonight she does, with a nice purple camisole that's almost as vibrant as xs' jacket.
she pulls barry closer on their walk through the city. it had started with no destination in mind, but iris has been gently steering him toward the park where he'd played baseball last year. it's not to bring up any painful memories—she had simply wanted to leave their loft and go for a walk, but she hadn't wanted to go alone. some part of her suspects barry had been feeling the same. ]
When was the last time we just went for a walk?
[ she peers up at him as if he's a skyscraper. pursing her lips and feigning confusion, she teases, ] I forgot what you look like outside of the lab.
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It feels like forever ago.
[Probably because it was, in speedster time.]
Things always tend to be a little crazy around here for walks.
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[ having time with barry has been far more sparse than she'd like. back when he had first become the flash, she'd seen him far more, even if he was a bit jumpy and weird, but they'd still have time to go for coffee and eat. sometimes, she misses that, but she much prefers how in sync and intimate they are now. she can read him like her favourite book, and she likes to think he feels the same.
breaking away from him, she grabs his hand and pulls him along with a skip to her step. ]
Do you remember when we used to come to a park and just walk around?
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[It feels like eons ago because their lives are a discordant mess of danger and fire drills, but he remembers every moment with Iris. Time with her is the bright spots in the seas of badness, and he'll happily hold on to those memories to keep him going, every time.]
It was a really, really long time ago though. We should try and do it more often.