Coffee Break {Cisco}

lewissnart:

Lewis had been free for two days. He had managed to track down the location of one of Len’s boltholes, but when Lewis went there the place had clearly not been used recengly. Lewis made himself comfortable, and poked around the few belongings his son had left behind. Nothing to poing him in a particular direction. Nothing of value to take.

Disgruntled, Lewis left. He would be meeting with a contact later to see if he had a better place to find his kids. But for now he would settle for a cup of coffee.

He stopped in at Jitters. Fancy coffee, but it was delicious. He had snagged a wallet out of a woman’s purse earlier that day, so he didn’t have to worry about cash. He decided to indulge and get a pastry as well.

Coffee and goody in hand, he turned from the counter and almost collided with a young man. “Oops, careful. You ok, son?” Lewis always kept up a charming front when first meeting people. Easier to get passed their guard and ferret out their vulnerabilities.

Cisco just barely lost his grip on his coffee as they nearly ran into each other. “Oh, no. It was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He sighed, wiping his hand on the back of his pants. 

always-going-faster:

fransciscoramon:

“Uh, yeah.” Cisco said, scratching his head. “So, what were you saying?

“I was asking if you’d found out Vi wasn’t pregnant?”  Barry shifted on his feet, looking at his friend uncertainly.

“I actually haven’t talked to her. I don’t know if I pissed her off or what.” Cisco sighed.

themanbeneaththehood:

“How long have you been able to do that?” Oliver looked back at him. He didn’t know how to comfort people so he just forged forward. “No, this is good. We can capitalize on this. It’s better than you being unstable. 

“No. Oliver! This is bad. Thawne gave me these powers, and he was evil. All he ever did was lie to me and my friends. I can’t become that.” Cisco cringed at the thought of hurting someone, especially someone he loved. He knew that since discovering his powers, he didn’t always use them for good. Granted, he wasn’t doing anything illegal, but he still knew it was wrong. “I- Uh, I have to go.”

themanbeneaththehood:

“You were naive,” Oliver watching Cisco for a moment. He hoped he’d figure out this wasn’t a game, you didn’t mystically come back from the dead. At least not in Central City, he thought. Though before he could pull back, he felt the charge along side the m flicking over his head. Stumbling back, he relaxed and rolled back to his feet. “What the hell was that?” He snapped, it was impressive and dangerous

Cisco’s face dropped as Oliver flew back. Ohmygod. What have I done? He looked down at his hands; They were shaking ever so slightly with the power that he harnessed. “Oliver. I’m so sorry. I knew I should have waited to start training.” He said as he took a few steps away from the man.

Meaner Than Your Demons

themaninthelightning:

You lied to me. The first thought that sprang to Eobard’s mind, that nearly slipped past his lips. Fury simmered underneath every word. But beneath that rage–deep, deep beneath–laid panic and regret, two ugly twins that he was desperate to ignore. Panic helped nobody, and regret has never gained him anything good. With difficulty, he swallowed his anger down, stepping further into the room. He was no longer even sure who he was angry at, only that it was intimately tied to his former protégé.

Besides, Cisco could argue, with some degree of justification, that such deceit was exactly what Eobard deserved. Reap as he sowed, and all that. “I only want…” Too many possible endings to that sentence. “…to clear the air between us. Remove all lies, all doubts.” It took him a few moments longer to drop the glowing eyes than it had to drop the growl, but by the time he’d finished talking his eyes were back to that more natural blue. A visible show of powering down.

“There is no possibility of clearing the air. The lies you told are unforgivable, Thawne.” Cisco spit out, crossing to the man. He stood a few feet from the other, crossing his arms to protect himself. “Why are you really here?”

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