accelerate | ( OPEN POST )

[ keeping thawne alive is torturous for not only thawne, but for barry as well. killing the man who is responsible for the unkind death of his mother and the following destruction of his family should be easy. how many times has he imagined over the years defeating the man in yellow? even as a kid, he'd imagined himself as the numerous fictional heroes he held in high esteem, delivering the final blow to the one person no one believed was real. ]

[ now that he has him, barry doesn't know what to do with him. sometimes he can hear his dad telling him to be merciful, and there are other moments where he can hear nora's screams deafening the loud buzzing of kinetic energy. he sees eddie in him at times, by the shade of his hair, even the cut of his jaw. ]

[ sometimes barry wonders if keeping him locked up is better than what he believes thawne deserves. ]

[ bringing him a meal from big belly burger is a kindness barry cannot refuse to give thawne. he is still a man, albeit one that should no longer exist. he has cravings, needs, feelings — buying him a large big belly burger meal is his way of killing his enemy with kindness. ]

[ that's what he's doing — being kind, the one thing eobard thawne cannot do. ]

[ standing outside of the warehouse, he stares at it for a long moment. he could leave, back way now and let thawne rot in there. he can enjoy this life with mom and dad, even though it's not quite full. or he could do as he should, do what's true to his character, and open that first door and then the damn door of his cage and feed his enemy another bag of curly fries. ]

[ following the routine he has established, he lets out a calming breath, steels himself by taking a handful of curly fries from thawne's meal, and steps inside. the door's louder than it has any right to be, and his footsteps echo in the quiet warehouse. ]

[ late — that's what barry allen's got a knack for. and not speaking; his face is steel when he walks in, tongue purposefully lead. there's so much he wishes to say to thawne, but he doesn't want to give him the platform to preach. ]

[ the nice thing about being in a rundown, dilapidated warehouse is that he can hear everything in it. the small drip of old water leaking. the scurry of rats, the sound of buzzing flies and crawling roaches. the cold air that breezes through the windows all the way on high, shining faded sunlight into the building during the day. and footsteps. only one pair of steps.

he leans against the wall facing toward the east, staring at... well, a wall, made of glass that he can vaguely see through. as the footsteps come closer, he turns his head over, a deadeye stare offered. seems barry decided to remember to come today after all. he notices a bit of food in his hand and scoffs. ]

You don't even get me the large portion, and you're taking some out? [ he smirks, wry and hateful. ] Your generosity knows no bounds, Flash.

[ those fries go right into his mouth. it's petty, but thawne had taken something of his, so he's chosen to pay it back. (it's the furthest he'll allow himself to go, if one ignores the fact he's trapped thawne in a cage.) ]

[ he shrugs his shoulders, approaching the cell. sometimes barry wonders if thawne's anger, ambition, and mere intelligence is going to see that cage combust. how long will it hold the reverse-flash's time remnant? is thawne merely biding his time, as he has done so before? he hates how he can't trust this moment. a part of him wonders if this is a stepping stone that will lead him toward that future the newspaper headline had proposed. ]

[ but he has to trust his gut. that gut of his continues to tell him if he lets thawne out, mom's gone, dad's gone, everything he should've had will be gone once again. ]

[ his grip on the paper bag grows tighter. it's clear he's not handing it over any time soon. ] I bring you junk food. That's more than what you deserve.

--Mature.

[ no good asshole. that's just one of the things he loathes about this man. he thinks he's above everyone else. controls what happens, controls people's fates, calls all the shots and leaves you in the dust. and it's about more than just some damn french fries (though, god, he's so pissed at his food being touched) but right now he's not in a position to do much fight back.

but oh, how he remembers every slight. even the petty ones feel like stabs. ]

Should I say 'thank you'? Is that what you're expecting, because I promise you there is no future where you hear me say those words to you.

( OPEN POST )

we missed out on three months of fighting over curly fries and the lack of toy thawne gets

stop denying him his hot wheels car.

go to bed early and you can have it

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