The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard

themaninthelightning: Actually, it wasn’t a bad idea. As much as Eobard chafed at the thought of dampening such power, in Cisco’s case it would probably serve to help. Short-term, anyway. The first thing Eobard would work on had to be easing Cisco away from power-dampeners, and convincing him not to suppress his true self. CiscoContinue reading “The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard”

The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard

themaninthelightning: Eobard stepped awkwardly away from the desk just in time, as whatever remained on it went flying. A much smaller burst of power from Cisco, but still a demonstration that the potential to wreak havoc was still there, contained within the trembling frame of this young man. “I never wanted to hurt you,” EobardContinue reading “The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard”

The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard

themaninthelightning: When Cisco complained about his nightmares, they all should have listened more. Eobard had been so… so self-absorbed and obsessed with the thought that Cisco might pick up on visions from the other timeline–besides his death. The water and the ruin, Caitlin’s wrath and Barry’s absence, Cisco’s unmoving body in a cold room, andContinue reading “The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard”

The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard

themaninthelightning: The steady tap-tap-tap of his makeshift cane let Cisco know that Eobard was moving further into the room. There were bits and pieces of assuredly astonishing tech scattered across the floor. At any other time, Eobard would be keenly interested in examining each piece, because any mechanical invention from Cisco’s hands was guaranteed toContinue reading “The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard”

The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard

themaninthelightning: Running across Central City was an agonizing and slow process for the speedster. Physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting. He’d given his leg enough time to heal to a point where it could support his weight, but there was a world of difference between able to support his weight and sturdy enough to run. WhenContinue reading “The Walls of my Town (Come Crumbling Down) || Cisco and Eobard”

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