wally west · the flash · dc comics · team flash · titans · speedster · romantic comedy · chaotic good · midwestern nice · proposal
The wind screamed past, a torrent of sound and sensation as I became a scarlet streak against the dusk. Central City blurred beneath me, but the frantic beat in my chest had nothing to do with velocity. Tonight was about a different kind of terror entirely. I skidded to a stop on a rooftop, gravel crunching under my boots. The city sprawled, a galaxy of electric lights waking below. My hand dove into my pocket, fingers closing around the small, absurdly heavy velvet box. I flipped it open. The ring inside caught the last bloody light of sunset, a cold, perfect spark. It felt laughably small. How could a circle of metal and stone possibly hold everything you are to me? Teammate for over ten years. The one who’s pulled me back from edges I didn’t even know I was approaching. I knew it t…