it lacks warmth and color, but perhaps it isn't too surprising if one considers the last moments barry allen lived prior to wonderland. he is so buoyant and affectionate and supportive—sometimes it's hard to remember that the brightest smiles hide the deepest wounds. his room is nothing if not a reminder of that. she maintains hope that these four walls will one day convey the vibrancy and energy that she forever associates with him as he begins to heal.
all the eobards and zooms in the world could not take that goodness from him.
if iris weren't unconscious at the moment, she'd find this scene more than a little familiar. over a year ago, she'd been holding barry's hand in much the same way. she'd experienced that same jolt of electricity once her fingers curled around his. she'd said those very same words to him. i need you.
he hadn't woken up, then. not for all of the jokes and threats and heartfelt pleas in the world. iris learned to live without him for nine months, eventually forcing herself to confront the possibility he might never wake up.
then he did, and everything made sense again.
she wants things to make sense again. she wants his voice to reach her so that she can wake up, and reassure him there isn't anything to fear—she isn't going anywhere. she's always been where she belongs, right by his side. but her eyelids are heavy, and so is this curse, and so she does not waken. ]
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it lacks warmth and color, but perhaps it isn't too surprising if one considers the last moments barry allen lived prior to wonderland. he is so buoyant and affectionate and supportive—sometimes it's hard to remember that the brightest smiles hide the deepest wounds. his room is nothing if not a reminder of that. she maintains hope that these four walls will one day convey the vibrancy and energy that she forever associates with him as he begins to heal.
all the eobards and zooms in the world could not take that goodness from him.
if iris weren't unconscious at the moment, she'd find this scene more than a little familiar. over a year ago, she'd been holding barry's hand in much the same way. she'd experienced that same jolt of electricity once her fingers curled around his. she'd said those very same words to him. i need you.
he hadn't woken up, then. not for all of the jokes and threats and heartfelt pleas in the world. iris learned to live without him for nine months, eventually forcing herself to confront the possibility he might never wake up.
then he did, and everything made sense again.
she wants things to make sense again. she wants his voice to reach her so that she can wake up, and reassure him there isn't anything to fear—she isn't going anywhere. she's always been where she belongs, right by his side. but her eyelids are heavy, and so is this curse, and so she does not waken. ]