So I did Blue and Doodles already. Here's Hands! I hope you enjoy it! - QD
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Hands by QuietDarkness on Ao3
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On Cisco’s left hand, there was a scar.
It sat below the line where his thumb connected to his palm, about an inch and a half long and only about as wide as a toothpick. He’d had it so long that he didn’t think about or notice it, but it was the first real scar he’d ever had. He’d gotten it in college when he was messing with the innards of a turbine in the science lab, resulting in five stitches that healed up fast. It was a pale strip along his skin that would sometimes look almost gray if he was cold. But unless someone asked him about it, he didn’t even know it existed most of the time.
Lately, though, he’d been thinking about it a whole hell of a lot.
He and Harry had a lot of things in common. Some stuff was obvious, like being big-brained and loving all things science. Other stuff was more surprising to most people, like the fact they loved the same sorts of movies and shows, could talk for hours about all things nerdy, and would literally eat off each other’s plates when they got Big Belly Burger. But that stuff hadn’t happened right away. It was a slow progression of ‘I hate that guy because he looks like Thawne’ to ‘this man is my absolute best friend in all of existence.’ Some people didn’t understand that, either. Not the slow progression part, but the best friend part.
Cisco and Harry could bicker like it was their only reason for existing. And yeah… from the outside, maybe it could look a little neurotic. But verbally sparring with Harry was quite literally one of Cisco’s favorite things to do. Harry was brilliant and endless and precise in a way no one else could manage. And he kept Cisco on his toes, constantly tossing him into a state of excitement or alarm. Sometimes, he thought he was a bit of an adrenaline junky with how much he’d grown to need that from Harry. But it wasn’t all he needed from him. It wasn’t just science and chaos with the man.
Sometimes, it was just Harry’s quiet.
Harry wasn’t like anyone else, for more reasons than being from a different earth. People saw the gruff exterior, the million-mile-a-minute brain, the ‘go, go, go!’ urgency through which Harry seemed to define his life to everyone else. But Cisco got to see all the other parts of him… the quiet nights after a hard day, the calm presence when Cisco’s brain was too loud, the solid compassion and kindness he wore like a shield, the easy energy of a man who’d fought way too many battles to be callous, the gentleness of someone who had only ever been treated as something hard, and the scars that came with a life he barely talked about.
Scars like the one Harry had on his left hand...
(Continued on Ao3)
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Hands: https://archiveofourown.org/works/84431331
Harrisco One shot collection: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2535001
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