Needless to say that as far as personalities were concerned, in comparison to his doppelganger’s, his was significantly deficient. He was nowhere near as clever, as debonair in character, not to mention his eyes lacked that noticeable, twisted corruption that had drawn the deity to him in the first place. A tingle of electricity shoot its way down his spine at the mere thought of those amoral eyes.
‘I miss you’ was not a phrase existing in Savitar’s repertoire. His numb, unfeeling persona prevented him from claiming the absence of the other actually affected him at all, as a matter of fact. Nevertheless, he caught himself running the back of his finger down the other’s cheek, because there was one thing he had to admit—— he was just as pretty as the Meister. Evidently, if there was still something linking him to the person he had once been centuries ago, that was the taste in men as far as aesthetics went.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing here, do you?” There was, after all, something else still linking him to Barry Allen: his memories. Much as he tried, he couldn’t remember anything about Blaine learning whose face laid behind the Flash’s cowl. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it simple. Someone out there cares about you. He’s trying to find you, he’s coming after you. I’m gonna need you to stay right here until he does.”
Blaine’s nose crinkled at the throbbing in his temples, eyes pinched shut as he opened them too fast and got a little dizzy. No doubt it had to do with how he’d gone unconscious after a struggle that seemed to last only a second before the world went zipping by in time with the darkness seeping into his head and then lights out! and he was gone.
For the first few moments after opening them and letting the pain in his head run it’s course before it faded into a strangely warm, yet numb, sensation–Blaine tried to piece together what happened, where he was, and what was going on. Then it hit him. A voice from behind on his way home from the theater. He barely had time to turn around and caught a glimpse of someone who… That’s not him! Was the last thought until now. His eyes went owlishly round as he drew closer. His lips parted with the touch. Though for no other reason than instinct before he got a full look at the sight of..? He was too…wrong to be Barry. His eyes, his touch, that face. Oh God. What happened to his face?
“No?” Blaine’s voice cracked, his dried out mouth and throat burned. Confusion screwed up his face as he stepped backwards trying to figure things out. “How can he–? How can you? What happened? Barry?” No. This wasn’t Barry. Couldn’t be… Couldn’t not be either. Did he finally have the work pressure meltdown he was warned about? “I’ve lost it, haven’t I?”
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