AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
Deimos's humor was usually encouraged, usually coaxed out of him. This specific statement made her scowl, a quick fire bubbling up inside her as she snapped back a reply, "Oh yes I lit the whole shrine on fire." Her sarcasm was biting, fiery for sure, but not in a way that would ease the pain. Curling her fingers through Zuriel's mane brought a sigh, some calmness once more.
How long it would last? She thought about that constantly, every day hoping to wake up to the warmth of her sheets rather than in her own arctic atmosphere. She shook her head no, gazing back into the hearth and watching the fire crackle and spit ash onto the stone floor. "No idea," her free hand wrapped around the leg of the chair, fidgeting with the wood there, "I guess you don't have a quick fix for me then."
How long it would last? She thought about that constantly, every day hoping to wake up to the warmth of her sheets rather than in her own arctic atmosphere. She shook her head no, gazing back into the hearth and watching the fire crackle and spit ash onto the stone floor. "No idea," her free hand wrapped around the leg of the chair, fidgeting with the wood there, "I guess you don't have a quick fix for me then."
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
