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triskehale ([personal profile] triskehale) wrote2017-07-02 10:05 pm
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Derek is on a run through the woods, following a trail that he wore into the earth himself. He could follow it with his eyes closed, which is why he's so surprised to suddenly find it blocked by a strange, squat little cabin that he couldn't see or smell until he was suddenly right in front of it. He has to skid to a halt to avoid crashing into the side of it, and he cautiously walks around to the front of the small structure. It looks a little like something out of a fairytale, like a place that shouldn't exist outside the pages of a children's book.

This is Darrow, so it isn't like a building suddenly showing up is anything particularly out of the ordinary, but Derek is annoyed to find it so close to what the wolf considers his territory, blocking the path that he made himself. He definitely isn't about to inspect it closer, no matter how piqued his curiosity may be, but as soon as he turns away from it he hears a voice calling for help from within. It sounds like a child and while it's suspicious, Derek finds that he can't ignore it.

It doesn't occur to him to let anyone know where he is as he climbs up onto the porch. The place smells like cookies and peppermint and he breathes in deeply as he steps over the threshold. Inside there's no child in need, nothing at all except for a sensation like cool water running down his body and washing away all of his memories, clearing his mind of everything he knows, everyone he loves.

A growl comes up from his throat as he feels his face shift into his beta form, eyes a blazing red as his memories are replaced with something new. He tries, but he can't shift back. He's stuck like this, the cruel result of an enchantress' curse. His feet take him back through the woods to the cursed summer chateau where he's meant to spend the rest of his days with dwindling hope that it will ever be broken.

The chateau is surrounded by an eternal winter and as soon as Derek steps into the snow, vines close the opening behind him and he knows that he won't be able to leave again. He isn't sure how he even got out in the first place, but now he's home.

"There you are, sir!" Derek looks over at the tall, narrow bookcase that serves as the head of household as it toddles over to him, rocking back and forth on worn corners as the small books that serve as its eyes widen in surprise. "What is it that you're wearing? Those are not clothes befitting a prince. My word, where did you even find them? Up to the bedroom with you. Change for dinner, young man."

Derek rolls his eyes with a growl, claws clicking over the ornate doorknob as he lets himself inside. The house is large and quiet, and Derek stares up at the ornate staircase as he heaves a weary sigh. He's been here for years, cursed to be stuck in this form, and time is running out for someone to come and break the spell.
thescarletspeedster: (Run.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-04 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
He's been running for days.

Two, maybe three. One of the many caveats of the speed force is that it can stretch any moment into eternity, which makes the happy moments glorious, and the terrible ones an infinite, bottomless agony.

Barry learned his lesson after his father died. He woke up in a bed without Derek, and he didn't try to escape. He didn't cause a singularity - when he ran, it wasn't to tear a hole in reality, it was to search.

Because Derek's still here, he has to be. The people Barry has talked to say that he'll know, he'll just know when his world is over, just as he'd known when he saw his father's headstone. And Barry's world doesn't feel over. It feels wrong.

So Barry runs, he runs and he runs and he speeds through the forest like he has thousands of times before in the last few days, and when the weather turns cold he's almost excited, because this? Is different. It's not miserable, sticky air making Barry's discomfort so much worse, it's cold and refreshing, and the longer Barry runs in it, the better he feels.

In fact, by the time the snow is swirling around his shoulders, Barry's having trouble remembering why he was upset at all. The air is crisp, and his feet slide along the ground in a way that makes him snort. He stops running and starts gliding instead, laughing aloud as he flies across the ground, dodging tree after tree and grinning like a loon.

It must be a relief to the squirrels watching him when Barry miscalculates, gliding into a tree branch so hard that his laughter winks out in a second, as Barry falls, blessedly silent to the ground.
thescarletspeedster: (:O)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-06 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Barry heals quickly, and even so, when he wakes it's with a languor that only comes from excellent sleep. The bed beneath him is soft and comfortable, the air warm, and when Barry blinks to full wakefulness it takes him a few moments to recall that he can't actually remember how he got here.

Barry sits up, feeling at his forehead. Right, he hit his head, and of course there's no lump now, but there's also no cowl. Barry gasps and struggles to pull it back up, wondering who's seen him. "Hello?" he calls, pushing the blankets aside so he can stand. "Is anybody - "

The shadow in the corner moves, and Barry's heart nearly stops when he realizes he's not alone. "Um, hello?" he says, approaching with tentative steps. "Is this your house?"
thescarletspeedster: (Suit talk.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-06 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
The voice that emerges from the darkness is deeper than Barry expects, practically vibrating the floorboards beneath Barry's feet, and he hesitates. "It's to protect my identity," he says. "I try to help people, and the really bad ones would come after the people I care about if they knew who I am."

His hands return to the cowl, but Barry doesn't pull it off just yet. Yes, this man has probably seen him, but he might not be alone. "I'm Barry," he offers. "Is there anyone else in the house?"
thescarletspeedster: (pic#)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-07 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Why couldn't you - " Barry starts, only to hear his voice die away in astonishment as a rolling cart careens into the room, spraying him in a few stray drops of coffee. There are voices, and even with all that Barry's seen here and at home, it still takes him a moment to process that the appliances themselves are speaking.

"Wow!" he exclaims, immediately lifting the coffee press, "Is this robotics? This is crazy advanced! How did you - " He lifts the press over his head to see its base, prompting a flurry of new shrieks and flailing metal arms as it tries to cover its hindquarters.

"That is my own personal bottom, sir!" it shouts with such vigor that Barry places it back, blushing hotly. "Sorry," he says, "It's just really interesting, how did you - " He interrupts himself again as his eyes land on the sandwich.

"I'd actually be grateful for any food that you can give me," he tells the blender and the man in the shadows. "My metabolism is really..." The words die in his mouth.

"Sir," he says. "I'm sorry, but do you have claws?"
thescarletspeedster: (Side suit.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-08 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Somebody cursed you?" asks Barry, aghast. "Wait, so those guys are actually alive?" He nearly claps his hands. "I mean, the curse thing sounds pretty terrible, but creating life out of something inanimate it pretty amazing. Do you think they'd let me study them? I could take a sample back with me to town."

Barry blanches, realizing his scientific inquiries are bordering on out of line. "Sorry, I'm being rude. So, you're Derek." Barry gives his shadow a little wave. "I'm really sorry for what happened to you," he says, "But you don't have to be shy. I've seen telepathic ten foot tall gorillas and an enormous man shark - I don't think you can shock me, whatever it's done to you."

He pulls his cowl off. "Show you mine if you show me yours?"
thescarletspeedster: (No way.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-08 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever he's seen before now, Barry's eyes still widen. He doesn't know the full extent of the curse, of course, but Derek still seems mostly human, apart from some very obvious differences. His brow is far more pronounced, as are his hair and his teeth, and there's no escaping those startling red eyes.

"This is a wolf curse?" Barry asks, stepping closer so he can see. He wants to reach out and touch, so much so that Barry balls his hands at his sides. "I've never seen a wolf with eyes like that," he can't help saying. "Why did they do this to you? And who is they?"
thescarletspeedster: (Wait.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-10 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Barry smiles. Werewolves don't exist. At least, not in any version of reality he knew before Darrow, but he's probably being too Earth centric. So he does his best to listen, wondering why some random woman would think it's alright to just curse werewolves she doesn't know to live in some house out in the woods. And also -

"She disposed of them?" he asks, shocked. "To other houses or - " Barry swallows. "Permanently?"
thescarletspeedster: (Hurdurr.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-10 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll bet," says Barry with raised brows. He wonders how long Derek has been stuck out here, and is thankful that he's at least had company, albeit in the form of talking housewares. He stares after the retreating bookcase.

"What did he - er, it? - mean, the spell can be broken?" he asks Derek. "If you need help with something, I'm sure I can do it." Barry smiles a little. "It's sort of my thing."
thescarletspeedster: (Hint of a smile.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-14 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Barry needs no more invitation and drags the tray to the edge of the bed so he can work his way through it. Between the running and healing his concussion, he's extra ravenous, but he still saves the kale and the quinoa for last, powering through it with extra quick snaps of his teeth.

It doesn't take long, and Barry soon breaks out of his food coma to say, "It's not strange, it's friction resistant. Otherwise, I run so fast my clothes burn off." He grins, for that's always been a hilarious image to him, though one he never wants to live through. "But yeah, at home everyone knew me, or the Flash, at least." Barry's chest puffs out the smallest bit. "The Speedster of Central City."
thescarletspeedster: (Interested.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-16 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Barry can't help staring as Derek edges past him. He's a werewolf, sort of like Barry always imagined and sort of not. He'd thought there'd be more fur, for one thing, and that a werewolf would more fully transform into a wolf. Instead the transformation is mostly claws and fangs and a permanently angry looking forehead, but it's not frightening. At least, not like this.

"I haven't actually made that many friends in town," says Barry with regret, "But the city does need me. But don't worry." Barry reaches out a tentative hand to rest on Derek's shoulder. "I can run back in time. I'm pretty sure I can speed canon you a way out of some silly woods."
thescarletspeedster: (Not convinced.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-16 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Barry watches Derek's reaction with some surprise, but then he realizes it must be ages since someone touched him. He squeezes once before letting go, vowing then and there that he's not leaving these woods until he finds a way to take Derek with him.

"You'd be surprised," he says gently. "There's a dude who's half bull in town - this is nothing." Barry smiles. "So I'm going to go outside now and work on getting you free."
thescarletspeedster: (Run.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-25 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey," says Barry half-heartedly, for there's no getting around his ignominious arrival after braining himself on a branch. He stands clutching at his arms, reluctant to take off the coat when it's so warm, but he makes himself shrug out of it.

"It'll just catch fire," he explains, and pulls up his cowl. "If I get out, don't worry, I'll come back," he says, giving Derek a quick little wave before he digs his toes in for traction.

With a crackle of energy, Barry sets off, taking care to dodge the trees at first, and then concentrating on building more speed. After a few passes at nearly mach II, he accepts that the recurring sight of Derek's cabin isn't in his imagination, and arrives back at Derek's side after only seconds have passed.

"Okay," he says. "Maybe it will be kind of hard. But don't worry, there's more I can try."
thescarletspeedster: (pic#)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-07-31 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"It's like the land just loops - one moment I'm running towards the city, and the next I'm back at your cabin," says Barry with a shake of his head. He waves off the coat and stands with his hands on his hips, considering.

"Other things," he says, "Like a lightning bolt." Boots grinding in the snow as he searches for traction, Barry takes off again, this time paying attention to the exact moment when the world around him seems to loop back on itself. He makes several passes to work up the speed, gathering energy until he can wield it like a spear, which he throws as hard as he can at the invisible barrier. It strikes with a tumultuous crack, but when Barry grins and starts forward, he finds himself back at Derek's side.

"Well, crap."
thescarletspeedster: (Neck.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-05 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been days in Derek's idyllic cabin. Snow falls from the sky in gentle drifts, softening the landscape and indeed, the very air, so that even the sound of footsteps outside are muted. The cabin is cozy and warm and full of books, the food is magically plentiful, and the days are long and untroubled.

Barry is so bored he thinks he might die.

Lounging with one leg on and the other off the couch, Barry hangs his head over the side and gazes around the cabin upside down. From the corner of his eye, he can see the blender staring at him with disapproval, but Barry's too bored to care. "Hey," he calls, lowering his voice even though Derek's outside. "What does he do for fun around here, anyway?"
thescarletspeedster: (One day my eyebrows will take over.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-06 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Barry groans his way through the first suggestions - he's already read every book in the house twice, thanks to his speed, and exercise is redundant. He really doesn't want to garden, either, but it's not as if there's anything else to do.

He sits up, now enduring the radio's suggestions, and gazes at both appliances. It's strangely uncomfortable to think about Derek being lonely, so he tries to think of other things. "How does he garden in the winter?" he asks. "Is that just another magic thing?"
thescarletspeedster: (Yeah alright.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-07 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"For me?" asks Barry, plucking the rose from his chest. "That's...really nice." He smells it, a little surprised despite all he's seen that it smells lovely, just like a rose would if it had been planted somewhere warm. He smiles and stands, watching in resignation as the fire in the hearth is soundly put out. So much for keeping warm in the living room.

"The library it is," he says, saluting them all before he wanders down the short hall, holding the rose beneath his nose. Derek is just where they said he'd be, his large body curled into an armchair and a book beneath his nose. Barry wonders if anyone else has ever met a bookworm werewolf.

"Hey," Barry greets, waving the rose in thanks. "They said you were in here. What are you reading?"
thescarletspeedster: (Hint of a smile.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-07 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"For a minute or two," says Barry, watching Derek's tipped ears go pink. It's pretty cute, especially against such fierce features, and Barry waves the rose around as he speaks.

"I mean, I can read Spanish, but I've never been one for poetry. Not because it's not good," Barry hastens to add, "But because I have trouble sitting still long enough to appreciate the meaning behind all the words. Numbers, formulas - those are what come easy to me."

He points the rose at Derek's book. "Which is your favorite?"

thescarletspeedster: (Big eyed.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-07 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Barry listens with his head cocked, enjoying the Spanish in Derek's deep, gravelly tones so much that he almost forgets to translate. "Yeah," he says when Derek finishes, "That's what being in love feels like, alright. He didn't add how much it hurts."

Barry flops into an empty armchair and looks back at Derek. "Your mom had good taste." His smile is soft, sad around the edges. "I wish I had my mom's book, though it would hardly dazzle you. I don't think The Runaway Dinosaur won any awards."
thescarletspeedster: (Amenable.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-21 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Barry doesn't think he's ever heard anyone sound sadder than Derek does in that moment, and then he looks at the slump of his shoulders as he sinks into his chair, and it's even worse. It's unbearable, and while Barry can't seem to get them out of here, he can at least distract Derek from everything he's been through.

"Hey," he says, sitting forward, "Your blender told me you have no problem catching them in the maze." Barry waggles his eyebrows. "I bet you can't catch me."
thescarletspeedster: (Grin.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-21 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Barry laughs, too, surprised and delighted by the deep throated laughs coming out of such a fearsome mouth. "I am way too tall to be a bunny," he says. "And way too clothed to be a snow bunny. C'mon."

Barry stands, offering Derek his hand. "You've got other skills, I bet." He winks. "Maybe I'll go easy on you."
thescarletspeedster: (Spark.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-28 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Barry follows with a strange, light feeling in his chest that surely doesn't belong in a prison. With its warm glow and rustic wooden walls, some days it's difficult to remember that's what this place is, especially with such good company. Barry tries to remember he's supposed to be unhappy, but the truth is, he's excited about running. He's excited, too, to see how his skills compare to a werewolf's, and maybe even a little excited to see what happens if he gets caught.

"I'd ask for a head start," he says when they step into the snow outside. "But I don't need it." Barry grins cheekily and takes off, hitting a hedge or two in his quest to reach the deepest part of the maze.
thescarletspeedster: (Wait.)

[personal profile] thescarletspeedster 2017-08-30 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
Barry honestly has no idea where he is within the maze. Every hedge looks like the same snow covered, pokey leaved hedge, and he just has to trust that if he sees Derek, he can still run away in time. It's thrilling to run just for the sport of it, with no villains before or behind him. Just Derek. Barry bounces on his toes and, for no reason that he can pinpoint, thinks of chasing after Iris and pulling at her pigtails.

She'd screamed and smacked at him, but the both of them were laughing, because Barry never did it hard enough to hurt. He just liked to see her laugh. Barry smiles, enjoying the memory until he sees - or thinks he sees - something from the corner of his eye. Barry tenses, then shrieks aloud and runs when the dark smudge explodes into motion -

- of flapping wings. "Aw, for real?" Barry asks, slowing.