hsalf: e.t. (my tragic backstory involves mom murder)
Eobard Thawne ([personal profile] hsalf) wrote in [community profile] etcelsior 2015-05-25 02:37 am (UTC)

[He breathes in deeply and lets it out, the grin now gone. The teasing glint in his eye, the endearing way he looked at Barry, the genial atmosphere, all evaporate within a second. Suddenly there is a shift and the air feels stale and brimming with a shock of energy. If there was an open cup full of liquid, it would be rising into the air slowly and steadily.

Yet he does not move. Only let his energy discharge in a way Barry could only sense. And his voice turns cold and still when he speaks again:
]

What do you need? [His mouth opens slightly and closes, his head cants slightly to the side as he stares down Barry with the assessing gaze of a hunter looking at prey. If Barry looks close enough there is the faintest glow of red entering the corners of his bright blue eyes.] Or is there something you want?

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