Sara Lance { is the steady hand & beating heart } (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
strongerthanyouknow) wrote2018-11-21 08:25 pm
strongerthanyouknow) wrote2018-11-21 08:25 pm
A "Time" to Be Thankful
Maybe it's been a few months, maybe it's been a few years. Maybe it's all just started, or maybe you've been gone a while, or maybe you've never even though of going away at all. Maybe the week was bad, or maybe the week was good. But all of that is to the side for this one day, or at least it's to the side enough to get you into the room for the day.
There's cooking to do, and more food to eat than any rowdy bunch of children could plow through in one night. It looks like someone got in the decorating mood, and someone else found music, and there's never been a lack of drinks to be found in a pinch around The Waverider. Those might even be poppers someone left on the table. And there might even be the threat of movies while you wait, or later on into the night.
Saddle up, Arrowverse. It's time for a Legends Thanksgiving.
[ This is your free for all space, Legends players. Whatever time frames you want, whatever events, whatever threads, whatever character interactions. Toss your self about. All characters from all times, all versions of all characters, play by however many people want to be here, and any sort of magic or chaos you'd like to drag in. Everything is welcome here. This is my favorite dysfunctional-functional family, and every single one of them is welcome. Anyone and everyone from the show, at any point, anywhere. Threads do not have to match or mingle. It's all whatever will make your heart the happiest on this day. Wave your hands and make it work. If you need/to throw yourself at some planning or want to request certain characters, or plot or whatnot, there's a plurk over here, as well.
Come one, come all, for a Legends Thanksgiving this fall. ]
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Tears blur his vision as it activates and he's staring into his childhood.
Oh Gideon.
"Mom?"
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"Wh--" The man that's standing in front of her with tears in his eyes breaks Nora's heart a little.
"Mom?"
A younger voice calls from the driveway and Henry is standing there with her beautiful boy, aged six. Nora sees the question on everyone's faces and steps to the side to let them all in. Her Barry, the little one, runs over to her immediately and glares up at the stranger, as if to protect her. Some fast thinking is needed.
"Uh...Henry, Barry, this is my nephew."
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“Barry, honey, can you and your dad go set the table? Bart is gonna help me in the kitchen.”
And maybe answer some questions. Nora walks in the kitchen and motions for her grown son to follow her.
As soon as they are alone, Nora turns to him.
“Are you really my beautiful boy? How? What?”
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"I'm sorry. I know it's a lot to take in Mom but it's really me. Time travel is kind of a thing where I'm from and a.. a really good friend wanted to give me this."
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That’s definitely her boy. Nora smiles grntly and pulls him into a tight hug.
“You don’t need to explain yourself to me. You know you would always be welcome here. Are we breaking any time travel rules right now id you stay for dinner?”
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He's not.
But it's not a battle easily won against his emotions and as Barry pulls back he's scrubbing his eyes a little. The house smells warm and familiar and safe in a way he hasn't had in a very long time. This is his Mom and he's going to commit every bit of this to memory.
"No. No I don't think so Mom."
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She reaches up and wipes at the not tears by his eyes. That gives her an unsettling feeling in her stomach. Nora pushes it away. She doesn't need to know about it now. She just needs to know that he's here and they're going to sit down to a nice Thanksgiving.
"Oh my beautiful boy," she says softly. Tears prick at the corner of her eyes as well.