firing across the sky [OPEN]

a s h e He didn’t bite. Ashe’s smirk wavered, and it flickered out as he spoke, and something hollow in her chest started to slowly cave inwards. She had tried. Gods, she had nearly done it, touched it - that normal life. She’d held that peace in the palm of her hands… and she crushed it. Not their Master. Not some unseen enemy. She did. She never broke her gaze from him, but her heart was hammering in her chest now, and her finger twitched as though she needed to move. Just because we aren’t in the Guild anymore doesn’t mean the Guild isn’t in us. Ashe dropped her eyes and tasted blood from where she had been biting the inside of her lip, but then suddenly she felt his hand gently brush her cheek. Her eyes flashed upwards, her and her lips parted when his thumb moved over that scar over her lip. He had given her that scar, a mark of another rebellion - hers and his. A quiet breath left her, and she looked away from him when he dropped his hand, back to the storm. He kept going, talking about strength, and she felt something crack in her. Mind, body, and soul. Someone else had told her otherwise, one who had seen the blackest depths of her. Pain, and anger, and misery are the trinity. She glanced back at him to find him still looking at her, and she was caught before she could glance away. Her breath was suddenly hard to catch, and his grin finally had her looking away again, down to the floor. Far, far below. ”I’m not strong,” she scoffed, smirking bitterly like she was sharing a cruel joke. Fuck that. Her voice was loose going on - guess I’m a little drunk. ”Gods, that’s the last fucking thing I am.” She really needed to hit him for dropping her wine. She wasn’t nearly numb enough for this shit. Ashe shook her head and leaned back with a spinning head, slowly and deliberately expelling the air from her lungs as she pulled her legs up and wrapper her arms over her knees. She wasn’t strong, not in any sense of the word. She was nothing. She cleared her throat and hugged her legs tighter to herself, as if that alone would hold her together. With a deep breath she shook damp hair from her face and looked back at Kalt with narrowed eyes. Of course he’d been there the whole time - it seemed impossible, but here he was. She had left him to die for nothing. Had made herself hate him for nothing. She wondered what could have happened if she’d just gone straight to him with that arrow. ”So when the fuck did you get magic?” Ashe asked abruptly, raising her brows and leaning over to brace her hand on the rafter in front of him for balance. ”I don’t ever remember you using magic in the Guild, Kalt.”