( battered and bruised, she's a far cry from the human ray of sunshine barry might remember from her last day in cadelle. while it's only been a short time here in the city — only five days, four nights, hardly enough to even notice an absence — it might as well be an eternity.
she doesn't want to be recognized, but she can hardly be surprised by it. especially when it's barry's voice calling through the crowds. she'd crossed universes for him in her saddest moments, defended the earth for him; acknowledging a greeting was nothing in comparison. )
Hi, Barry.
( there's a bit of quiet desperation to the end of her statement; the desire to be anywhere else is all too obvious in her shifting gaze, the twitch of her fingers as they slip under the sleeve of her sweater. )
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she doesn't want to be recognized, but she can hardly be surprised by it. especially when it's barry's voice calling through the crowds. she'd crossed universes for him in her saddest moments, defended the earth for him; acknowledging a greeting was nothing in comparison. )
Hi, Barry.
( there's a bit of quiet desperation to the end of her statement; the desire to be anywhere else is all too obvious in her shifting gaze, the twitch of her fingers as they slip under the sleeve of her sweater. )
I was just... dropping something off.