#theprodigalsin

[askeobard]

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               Eobardhas always taken things apart to see how they work. There’s so much to takeapart in this time, so much to learn and manipulate. His favorite things totake apart are radios. The little transistors amuse him. He often spends daysin his little workroom fiddling with current tech. Hartley has been kind enoughto indulge him the last two days, bringing him food, drinks, and snark, but it’sobvious he’s grown impatient with him when he starts in with the neck kisses.Eobard pretends not to notice for a few moments to enjoy the delightful tingleHartley’s kisses send down his spine, but those tingles are rapidly growinginto something a little more pressing and he can’t pretend much longer.

               “Mm,where has your patience gone, my Hartley?” he murmurs.

[askeobard]

❛I'm freezing cold.❜

               Eobardenjoys the quiet nights at S.T.A.R. Labs. No chaotic metas attacking, no Barrypanicking and being a general pain in his entire ass. Just a nice, quiet nightin at S.T.A.R. Labs monitoring one of his many experiments. After a few easyhours of quiet and science, he makes his way home. The nights are gettingcolder as the weather makes its turn toward fall. Running in the crisp fall airis a pleasure he indulges in as long as he can.

               He’squite surprised to find Hartley standing on his porch as if he’s waiting forhim. He saunters up to Hartley and stuffs his hands into the pockets of hisjacket.

               “Youshould have called,” he replies, “I could have asked Gideon to let you in.” Hehums lightly. “What do you need, Hart?”

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@theprodigalsin started following you

“And just who might you be, hm?” he questions, the cold gun that had been resting on his shoulder now leveled at the other, sharp gaze focused entirely on the intruder, waiting for a reason to pull the trigger.

“Really think it through before you answer. I don’t have any patience for liars, particularly when they find their way into  m y  hideout.”

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Perched on the countertop, Barry grins at his temporary roommate.  They all split up in pairs after the job, letting the attention die down for a week maybe before going back to their actual homes.  So in the meantime, Barry was with Hartley in a little house all to themselves.  It would probably be easier if it weren’t the first time they worked together, but as it were...

Barry has a feeling there may be some tension due to him locking Hartley in the pipeline a little while ago.  He wonders if it was a surprise to walk into briefing for the job and find the Flash there- as Barry Allen of course, but introductions were made.  And here they were.

“So.  Whatcha wanna do?”

[reverseflashfam]

@theprodigalsin

“Very strange when you’re holding your own biography. Especially when it’s not about you.”

[thegrumpasks-blog]

Auditory Restoration||ClosedRP

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It was a week later, sometime in the middle of the night, and Harrison was just finishing putting together the prototype replacements for Hartley’s cochlear implants. As of right now, they were just a pair of wireless around-the-ear earphones that came with a small remote. He couldn’t make actual cochlear implants as he didn’t have the proper sizing for Hartley’s ears, so this would have to do for now. 

It had taken considerably less effort than he’d expected to both create the prototypes and keep them hidden from Team S.T.A.R. Cisco wasn’t the most observant of individuals and while Caitlin was particularly shrewd, she had no reason to be in the mechanics lab. Harrison himself wasn’t so ridiculous as to allow himself to be obviously distracted by thoughts of this project, and he worked on it primarily at night, so it went by completely unnoticed. If anybody noticed the dark shadows forming around his eyes from the lack of sleep, they didn’t comment on it. It wasn’t rare for Harrison--or any of the team, really--to periodically look like insomniacs. They all had nightmares from time to time...

With a glance at the clock, he expected Hartley to be setting off the alarms any minute now and prepared himself. He’d been telling himself all week that it wasn’t going to be difficult and he wasn’t going to make it difficult. They’d discuss the technology, Hartley would leave his battery cell and Harrison would finish the implants, and they’d never see each other again. He estimated that after tonight, they’d have one more visit and then it would be over....It wasn’t as comforting as he wanted it to be.