bloggings: (ow that hurt)
iris west-allen ([personal profile] bloggings) wrote in [community profile] crimson_graces 2017-05-02 06:33 pm (UTC)

[The last thing she remembers is Savitar's cold hand on her shoulder and Barry's agonized no! and there's pain and a roaring in her ears and that's it.

That's all there is.

Then it's just the storm and the roaring takes over until she can't even hear herself think. She doesn't know if she can think or if this is what death is really like. If It's actually loud and chaotic and there are no pearly gates nor is there fire and brimstone. It's cold and dark and grey. That's all there is. She doesn't see anyone else, not her Grandmother Esther or Eddie or Ronnie or even her mother. Death is lonely and enough to drive someone mad if that's even possible.

(one of you will suffer a fate worse than death)

Then she's shoved out, stumbling to her knees with a soft cry. Doesn't know where she is or how she got there but the roaring has stopped, the storm has subsided and she can breathe for the first time in what feels like forever. It's so wonderful that all she can do is kneel there and enjoy it, in and out, in and out. And she may startle like a feral cat if someone were to approach her at the moment. Hopefully he still heals quick.]

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