Hi everybody, I’m about to dive into hell headfirst, aka NaNo yaaaay. Last time I’ll talk about it (lol jk) but if you want to watch me rant about how much I hate everything, feel free to follow my writeblr, @writekaywrite.
In the meantime, here’s a snippet from a SnowCanary thing I’ve been working on for a little bit. Putting it under the cut, not sure how that will translate to mobile so sorry in advance!
"And what about you? You're out there fighting aliens even though you don't have powers. And you're really h--clearly you take care of yourself."
Caitlin smiles again, smaller but no less beautiful than the first one, and Sara knows she's got to tread carefully, because this is starting to feel a little bit like Lindsey, the adorable little nurse she'd met back in the 50s. The smile, the silence hanging in the air that doesn't quite want to stay silent. It really does feel like that.
Except that this is nothing like Lindsey, so she really shouldn't say, "Could say the same to you." Except that she says it, and then she has to follow through with it. "I'm not a fan of doctors, but for you I think I'd make a very good patient." She says it that way, damn her smooth tongue and the smooth moves she'd been blessed with since birth. Caitlin's responding blush is very, very pretty, and it's distracting, and she knows she should feel guilty. She just doesn't.
Legends don't feel guilty, for starters, and second, she's not doing anything.
Technically it wouldn't even be fraternizing with a teammate in the strictest sense--not that the Legends give two shits about that, right, Amaya and Mick? Ray and Nate are actually probably a hell of a lot worse though, truth be told. Still, this is a friend. Her best friend's friend. Team Flash's Caitlin Snow.
Sara can't let base attraction and a strangely insistent desire to know more dictate how she treats Caitlin; can't listen to the voice in her head that says that maybe Caitlin is questioning how far this should go too. Can't listen to the little devil-winged Sara on her shoulder saying that Caitlin has always maybe sort-of watched her the way she's always maybe sort-of watched Caitlin. No, this isn't a thing.
Can't possibly be a thing.
Except that Caitlin hasn't ever stated that she's not interested in women.Except that Caitlin's posture has been relaxing progressively more and more as their conversation has progressed, mimicking Sara's comfort.
Except that she realizes she's being weird and smiles, and Caitlin's eyes trace the shape her mouth makes.
Once. She twitches, fights the smile down into something a bit less obvious.
Twice.
Oh, no, it's on.
