29 wally and linda. you already know!
29: “I thought you were dead.” ft. (could be read as literally every version of wallylinda but i’ll say cw!wallylinda because of wishful thinking!)
“I thought you were dead.” Linda whispers as Wally holds tightly onto her. Face burying itself in the crook of her neck.
He smells like ashes, like smoke, like death.
She pushes him lightly off of her, she has to inspect, make her trembling fingers believe that he’s actually here and not just a figment of her desperate imagination. He looks at her with exhausted yet soft eyes, as if seeing her made his day or rather last 6 months much more bearable and worth it.
Her fingers jump to his face, and body, needing to feel and just feel. Her fingers of the left hand catch his wrist, and she feels the speedforce thrumming through his veins, quietly, softly, whispering ‘I am home, finally.’
Her fingers of the right, she sends to his face. His hair has grown quite a bit. His jaw isn’t as soft as she remembers now, covered in a roughness that tickles and comforts the tips of her fingers. Her thumb grazes his dimple, and her other hand reaches up to his face to join the other. His suit is wrecked beyond words, the emblem has fallen out, the colors are washed out, his gloves and boots are filled with puncture marks and the left of his suit has a large dark red spot. She breathes in carefully, painfully, tears spilling down her cheeks.
She moves her attention back to his face, his alive face. She cradles his face in her hands, he’s back. While he might be bruised, and gone through god knows what horrors, he is still hers and she is still his.
She brings his face down to hers, in a desperate act of physical contact. Her nose brushes his, and they breathe each other in.
“You’re my beacon.” He whispers, before closing the gap between them.
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