firing across the sky [OPEN]

a s h e Ashe tilted her head just slightly as Kalt let out a cloud of smoke, bracing her hands on the beam before her - her limbs were starting feel awfully light. It was strange that the smell struck a chord somewhere in her, taking her back to days of walking by the dining hall and the smell hitting her. The elder seniors often would lounge in there, boots on the table as they puffed on cigars. Vaego, Teirnan, Harkon - they often had their time without Ashe, Kalt, and Orynth. Usually with cigars, booze, and talk of heading out to one of the underground taverns. Her attention was snapped back to the present by Kalt’s voice, and she narrowed her eyes at him. His memory was fuzzy about it too. Something about that bothered her - it seemed no one could quite remember exactly where they had been just before they woke up by the spire. That meant that he hadn’t come to this world deliberately. He was plucked just like she had, like they all had. Ashe glanced down to the rafter for a moment as lightning struck across the sky, booming an echo that rattled the panes of the window. A world of gods and monsters, caged in… perhaps that bothered her most of all. The wolf looked up at the rustle of movement across from her, bright blue eyes watching his movements carefully. It still didn’t seem to quite register that he was there. Right in front of her, sitting with her. Lifetimes ago. Maybe because back then, she wouldn’t have been sitting across from him, she would have been - Stop getting so sentimental, idiot girl, she snarled at herself. He probably still wants you dead. She wondered if she would let him. As he held what was left of her wine, she was about to tell him to take a drink or hand it the fuck back, but.. but then he held it out to the side. ”Shit!” Ashe lunged forward just as his hand opened. She dove for it, swinging over the side of the rafter and using her legs to hang on, one hand over the top for balance and the other snapping out to try and catch the bottle - She grabbed at empty air, and seconds later? Crash! Ashe let out a heavy (and absurdly dramatic) sigh and hung loosely off the side of the rafter, her arm hanging listlessly as she turned her head to glare up at Kalt. Striking eyes were on her, and her scowl darkened when her heart stumbled - she was a hell of a lot closer now. ”Prick,” she snapped as she shoved herself up to sit, straddling the rafter. She let out a huff at the wet hair in her face as she placed her hands between her knees. She sat loosely, one leg swinging as she continued with her scowl. ”Couldn’t have just finished it? Or you know, handed it back?” Was she a little drunk? Probably. Had she had enough? Also probably, but fuck him for knowing that. She glared at him for a moment longer before she flicked her eyes up to the rain battered window. There was a flash of silvery-blue, the crack of thunder, and her magic responded with rogue flickers of electricity across wet skin. Then her glare suddenly vanished, her brows furrowing as her eyes went wide. Where had he been before waking up here…? Ashe snapped her head back to look at Kalt, close enough now to make out the marks of that tattoo over his eye, to be assaulted with familiarity. ”Did you say…” She narrowed her eyes again and leaned forward just slightly, raising one hand to point a finger at him. ”Did you just fucking say Northaven?”