#but nah instead COIE is gonna be me stock villain eobard who gets decimated by anti monitor or some shit

[speedprofessor]

Epilogue - A Post COIE Coda That The Show Won’t Give Me So I’m Writing It Myself

    He sits in a contemplative slump, soft hues of neon blues and yellows peaking through the blinders, lighting the sides of his war-torn suit. The city was quiet, but held an elevated, almost jovial sense to it, like the very essence of air was aware of the catastrophe that was narrowly avoided and was taking a sigh of relief. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. His gaze was fixed, chest heaving softly as his eyes basked in the sight he had longed to see for so long. Home, at long last. Just as beautiful as when he had left, just as peaceful, just as broken. 

     ‘‘ I’m sorry I took so long. ’’ His brows furrow, voice bordering on a whimper as a battered hand reaches for hers, ‘‘ You know how I get, always so distracted...’’ For so long she had been a distant dream in the recesses of his mind, a lone light in the darkness that lit his path in times when he did not know where to turn. ‘‘ There is so much I want to say...’’ His gaze drifts, catching the briefest glimpse of a specter just at the edge of his peripheral. ‘‘...but not enough time. ’’

                    Flash Missing, Vanishes In Crisis. 

     The words were ingrained in his head, its meaning ingrained deeper within. For so long he thought it would be his salvation, the end of his journey where he could finally be free, utterly and completely. In an ironic way, it finally was, he supposed. A Flash was always meant to vanish, it had just never specified which. 

     The Speed Force always had its own sense of humor. 

     ‘‘ I thought I could escape it, escape him, The Flash, ’’ He elongates the word in his mouth, jaw clenching taut before crumbling into a bitter smile, ‘‘ and all the things he had done. ’’ He can feel the presence just over his shoulder, the figure that was just outside his vision, lingering, waiting. ‘‘ I thought I could come back, and set things right. I thought I could be-- ’’ His eyes close shut, shoulders buckling under the weight of all his failures. ‘‘--Happy. I suppose it goes without saying that I failed on all fronts. ’’

     Oh how he wishes he could stretch this moment for an eternity. To stay in this hospital room until the very last atoms of the universe ceased to be. Ah, but when did Eobard Thawne ever get what he wanted? 

     ‘‘ But now, maybe, finally, I can do something right. ’’ He brings a finger against his lips, the glove that once protected it long torn asunder, arcs of red and yellow and purple electricity gathering around his arm, the cacophony of colors travelling from his arm to hers as he brings his finger down on the hospital bed. ‘‘ And when you wake up--’’ Tears fall unceremoniously as he watches the scars fade, the multi-colored lightning gently moving under her skin like sunlight refracting off the sea, ‘‘--I hope you can forgive me. ’’

     A single caress of her cheek is all he is allowed, a wide smile stretching across his face as an invisible force gently drags him backward, disappearing in a quiet flash of yellow. 

      The city is quiet, but it holds an elevated, almost jovial sense to it as if the air itself was aware of the miracle that was just performed. Soft hues of neon blues and yellows peak through the blinders, glimmering against the brown eyes that had opened for the first time in a long time. For a moment, she swears she sees a figure at her peripheral, for a moment, she swears she sees soft sparks of red gently drift across her hospital window. 

     ...

     Once Upon A Time...

     ‘‘ Come on, Professor Zoom, your books can wait!’’ The brunettes voice is music in the air, giggles spilling from her mouth as she nudges the scientist to her side, laughter only getting louder as she walks further along to set up the picnic basket in her hands. 

     ‘‘ Sorry, honey,’’ The scientist finds himself smiling despite himself, closing the history book with a thud as he trails along further back ‘‘ You know how I always get so distracted. ’’ As he rushes to keep pace with his lover, his attention is briefly drawn to the sight of a man sitting on a bench not too far from them. Dressed in what he could best describe as vintage clothing, he swears, for a moment, that he sees the figure smile. He looks away, perplexed, but when he turns to look upon the black spectacled man again, what he finds instead is the soft blowing of gold flower petals drifting away gently from where the man once stood.