#captainofcold

[doeborne]

      it’s quiet, to the point where to escape the gentle sound of crickets far too deep into cityscape, max brings her earbuds out of her pocket and slides them into her ears. she’s done this, just thirty minutes ago. the exact same way. (she’s careful to repeat things this way -- careful to keep in the little itty bitty details that make things go right.)

when she finally hears boots on the pavement over the soft guitar strumming in her ears, she doesn’t even glance up from her ipod as she addresses the parka-clad male.

                ‘-- you really don’t want to go in through this door.                                                 TRUST ME.’

[technopathiic-blog]

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”

a breath escapes her,   eyes closing in an attempt to keep herself from saying something she'll regret.   the whole preface of what happened lie in her decision to join team flash.   but in her defense,   two weeks in a meta containment cell with cuffs locked on her wrists to keep her powers under lock & key --- well;   that had heavily influenced her decision.   with a sigh;   her eyes open once more -- deep emerald seeking to meet glacial blue & the reaction is still there,    still instantaneous;   the jump in her heart rate,   the shock all the way down to her fingertips & a part of her desires to fling herself into his arms & beg his forgiveness --- but the other part?   it's so much more bitter.   so which side wins?   the bitter one.

  ❛ don't open that can of worms,   leonard.   i'm not just some lackey of yours to play around with when you get a little lonely.   you & your sister & mick --- you left me there.   two weeks with cuffs locked on my wrists,   with my powers practically inaccessible & stuck in a cell.   for the first week;   i had so much faith & hope in you.   i kept telling them you'd come for me.  they'll be here,   i said repeatedly -- both to myself,   & the flash.   but you never came. ❜  

it had been the single most heartbreaking realization to hit her in years,   even now -- even with whatever had been between them thoroughly severed by her affair with the scarlet speedster.  her eyes still fill with tears;   a finger pressing along the bottom of first the left;   then the right.   careful not to smudge her make-up.     ❛ i waited for you to come..   but two weeks was long enough;   & it's pretty damn clear to me now that i wasn't as important to you as i thought i was.  so you don't get to play this card,   you don't get to make me feel bad because i made a decision that got me out of that fucking cell.   you don't get to stand here,   bringing up every bit of feeling i have for you & make me want to do nothing but beg you to forgive me & let me come home.   you don't get to act like you care, leonard snart. ❜  

( @captainofcold || hurt. )

[theatcm-blog]

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

the pain is excruciating;   his breathing is harsh & he's pretty sure he can feel the broken bones stabbing against his lungs so he's careful not to breathe too deep.   inflating them too much could cause them to puncture & that's not something he wants --- small shallow breaths are taken just to keep his lungs somewhat even functioning.   ❛ len -- ❜   his voice is raspy,   just one word bringing up a cough;   blood pooling in his mouth & pushing out from the corner of his lips to stain his skin.

❛ len.. ❜ he repeats,   starting again as his hand moves to clutch the others;   grasping tight & firm despite the lack of strength.   despite the fact the pain is nearly dragging him into unconsciousness.   ❛ just in case -- you know i love you.. right? ❜   a weak smile pulls at his lips,   never in a million years would he have thought to find love on this adventure -- never would he have thought he'd find it with someone like leonard snart either.   he never would have thought the criminal would care about him either,   yet here he was -- sticking by his side as gideon tried to fix the damage done to his body.   the sedative soon kicking in;   following a warning for leonard from the a.i. that she'd be putting him under anesthesia.   the last thing ray felt as he slipped into the darkness of unconsciousness ---- was len's hand grasping his own.

( @captainofcold || hurt me with these hurt sentences. )

[theatcm-blog]

"i thought you liked it when i was bossy."

 ❛ i-- ❜     silence.   every now & then leonard can render him speechless;   & this is one of those times --- the flush creeping up under his skin is a clear indicator that snart has won the quarrel & gotten him embarrassed.   & thoroughly so.   however,   he is quick to veer the topic away from that which might seem suggestive because his mind is slipping to thoughts better left hidden away,   of whispered commands & harsh orders muttered between panting breaths.   swallowing thickly,   ray moves a hand to rub the back of his neck;   ❛ snart,   i said i was glad you were calling the shots.   not that i liked you telling me what to do. ❜    not unless it's in the bedroom,   he wants to add.   biting his tongue however,   he swallows the words & brings both arms to cross against his chest with a soft huff.    ❛ i only like it in certain situations--- ❜    he finally blurts,   flush deepening as his gaze shifts elsewhere.   avoiding the criminals gaze for fear of what he might see there.

( @captainofcold || aayyy suggestive things. )

[ramondelamancha-blog]

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[technopathiic-blog]

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

consciousness fades in & out;  hand gripping at the fabric of his sleeve in what she thinks is a tight grasp,  in reality;  it's weak.  fingers just barely curled around the material.  his words get her eyelids to flutter just slightly,  fighting against the heaviness that settles into her -- protesting any exertion of energy.  however,  she manages.  gaze now on him,  despite how unfocused it might seem.

               ❛ s'.. 'arder than it looks.. ❜

she slurs,  head dropping just slightly to the left & fingers losing their grasp on his coat.  it's only when she feels his arms around her;  lifting her that she forces her eyes open again;  trying her best to stay awake as per his request,  small form nothing but limp weight in his grasp - head against his shoulder & fingers weakly hooked against his parka.

               ❛ jus' don' drop me.. pro'ly already got'a concussion.. don' need anot'er one.. ❜

( @captainofcold || hurt. )

[technopathiic-blog]

|| @captainofcold from x

the way he responds;  with indifference -- & if she's not mistaken;  a hint of disdain.  it's just as cold now as things used to be between them;  & it's enough to make her fingers twitch against the rests on the chair with the violent stab of pain that races through her veins,  chilling her to the very core.  fingers press against the rests,  & she uncrosses her legs -- pushing herself to her feet;  she knows the betrayal he feels,  she had made a choice to join the flash & his friends;  she'd chosen to be good.

& it's when she heads over to gather up her bag & pull it over her shoulder -- that she spins on her heel,  turning quickly to face him.

             ❛ i never-- i didn't intend to hurt you,  len..  i promise you that. but i've been in this life..  our life since i can remember;  it's all i've known & i wanted to be good for once.  i wanted to be better than what i have been for most of my life.  but-- ❜

confessions die on her tongue as anger extinguishes the fire of admission;  she wants to voice how much she's missed him.  how she could never deny the pull of their life,  the pull to come home to him -- to come back to the home that he had given her.  but she notices;  with an attentive gaze -- the mark just against the line of his collar;  & the chill settles in her heart.  her powers cause a soft  f l i c k e r;  the lamp shutting off for just a moment before coming back on.

             ❛ there was part of me that came to apologize to you,  to tell you i was sorry for hurting you.  for betraying you.  but i can see you're doing just fine without me.  the hickey on your neck says that plainly.  but you know something? --- ❜       hands press to a familiar chest,  & she presses up onto her toes;  full lips brushing the shell of his ear.              ❛ you're not the only one who found someone else.  ever heard of sleeping with the enemy?  well,  lets just say i'm sleeping with yours.  he's not too bad either. ❜         delicate digits tap against his chest,  as if pressing imaginary buttons.  in all honesty,  that's all this is.  this is her,  pressing his buttons.

lips drift against his jawline,  dragging along the skin to stop at his lips,  where they hover for just a moment.                ❛ i can admit,  he's no you.. doesn't have the long,  skilled fingers to pick me apart in seconds.. or the voice that makes me weak in the knees..  -- can you admit that whoever you've been with,  is less than me?  if you can tell me,  right now -- that they don't make you feel like i do..  i'll come home..  right now.  right this second.  i'll be nothing but yours again. ❜

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