#greentippedarrow

The sound of pans crashing would be sign #1 that something was wrong. Sign #2 would be that Juliet was currently standing in the kitchen, red hair piled atop her head in a messy bun and wearing her brother’s sweatshirt. 

@greentippedarrow​ | Liked for a Mia starter (training)

“That thing with the tennis balls was sneaky. Though I guess I should be thankful it didn’t end with arrows in my back right?” The blonde teased. Mom had told her all about how he had trained The Flash. One of her favourite stories of her dad. It showed Mia that in terms of training he didn’t hold back which would make his training partner stronger for it - like how Nyssa trained her.

It was well after 3 am and Barry couldn’t sleep.  He’d been running through the city all night and ended up in Star City when he realized the time was after midnight.  Iris still wasn’t speaking to him fully, and he didn’t know what else to do… all that felt right was for him to run.  Nora was fading away, and Barry could’ve sworn that was because there was a rift between him and Iris.  And Barry needed to fix it.  He ended up on a rooftop of an abandoned home, just outside of the city.  The Flash sighed heavily as he took a seat and pulled his knees to his chest as he glanced out ward the city before him.

There was nothing but the breeze of the wind pass by every few minutes - the silence falling over him like a blanket keeping him warm.  When he heard the familiar voice come from behind, Barry didn’t bother to turn to see who it was - he knew Oliver like he knew his lightning.  “Yeah,” he whispered before he dipped his head and lifted his mask back so his face could breathe.  “I just needed a break.” And Barry didn’t know if he meant from his home, or from Central City itself.  “Couldn’t sleep, either, huh?”