#flashlegacy

                    “So, I need to know---- for science.                               Do you... use the bathroom at the speed of light too?”

So true.

Flash Legacy

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔x ∞(hoping for a romantic relationship)

                                    She hasn’t seen such speed since Superman, when they’d race around the world hunting the same structures, embracing the same stories. Despite his youthful appearance, he had an aura that invoked the same amount of anathema from savage specters like herself. She feels breath beckoning from desolate depths, accelerating each time he passed by her presence with such fast footwork. Was this anxiety she experienced? Fear of failure from such a fragile form? No. . . This feeling was funny; an adrenaline she hadn’t harbored since the day her hated deity made himself the enemy. And now a little legacy decided to be as daring; pity her abilities were also promising. . . Maybe she’d do this dirty and degrade him in his death.                                   ❛ You’re impressive. . . But I fear it won’t do you much good, little lamb. I bet you won’t even be able to touch me. ❜

ϟ To be crystal clear, Daniel West did not enjoy killing. His first kill was simple, effective. There was no well-thought out plan, there was only what he had to do. He didn’t get sick afterwards. He didn’t cry afterwards. He lost no sleep, even. But he didn’t enjoy it in the least little bit. Yet, that seemed to be his life now. Killing, as a means to achieve his goal. Ironic; that his life now had to be fixated on something that he didn’t even enjoy. But the benefits were far too great to pass up. He had to kill. It was the only way he could regain his life; his family. The speedsters: those affected by the Speed Force and drew power from it, were the ones that stood in their way. Their power, like West’s, was drawn from the Speed Force. The more that was shared between them, the less there was for other’s. And so, he had to kill them. To fix his life, these people had to die. And while it was a pity, their lives were offerings for the greater good. Daniel would take this power and through it, would kill the father that robbed him of his life and the sister he so desperately loved. She was all he had now, Iris, and yet, she couldn’t stand the sight of her washed-up, ex-con of a brother.  Now, he stood here, in front of Kid Flash. He found his way to the boy quite easily. Again. It was a pity that he would have to become the sacrificial lamb that propelled Daniel to a happy life, but it was necessary. Kid Flash had to die. Weird, that a kid so small had thrown himself into the middle of a war with the Flash. So, there he stood, by the Kid’s plead, in the middle of nowhere for this battle. “You seemed so eager to get me out of the city.” Daniel murmured, his voice distorted by the twisted sounds of metal wrapped around his frame. “The Flash. He warned you about me, didn’t he? Shame that I can’t get to him before I found you. I would’ve liked to have saved him the grief that killing you will bring. I don’t want to do this. But it’s necessary.” “Nothing personal.” 

They’ve built you in their imagine, expectations exceeding their plans-- a hallow temple, carved out of marble and lined with GOLD, you are the unfortunate proof of their biased judgement and their REJECTION of change. They refuse to accept that their methods of CREATING their empire ( an ugly cover stitched together by their egos; aching, wheezing, struggling ) was volatile and would shake you down to your very core--- but your warmth is what protects you. It is what has saved you so many times before but it did not let you leave battle without scars. So you’ve patched them up with their trust, and you’ve left your bruises as reminders ( because people are not kind, yet still you have faith ) of what you’ve been through-- what you’ve EXPERIENCED and no one can take that dent of wisdom from you. 

     “Maybe I should just accept my fate that         no boy will EVER love me and I’ll be alone         FOREVER.”