firing across the sky [OPEN]

There was a moment where they just sat together, Ashe lost in her own mind, while Kalt watched the girl practically curl in on herself, dissolving into her own mind with no sign of actually stopping. He knew why. He understood the conflicting energies inside of her, and he understood that wasn’t something he could directly help her with, no matter how much he wanted to, how much he tried. That was a darkness that she would have to choose to walk away from, and he knew it would be difficult. She pulled away from him, and the place where she had lay against his chest suddenly ached with the loss of her, her warmth, her small form. Just...her. A piece of him hated himself for the way that he came unraveled simply by her looking his way, but he had accepted it a long time ago that he was hers to command, that he was hers entirely. He swore that to her the night she had returned from the eight months away from the Guild, and he hadn’t broken that oath to her since then, not once, no matter how hard it was to see her with other people. Not once. Hers since the beginning. Kalt watched her catch herself on the beam after she moved away too quickly, and his hand instinctively reached out to make sure she stayed balanced. He drew an exaggerated breath, quirking a brow at her with a frown. ”At my house,” he muttered, not looking away from her. ”A girl is watching her tonight, but I have to be getting back. And if you think I’m leaving you here, especially drunk on a rafter, you’re more insane than I thought. Come down. You can hold onto me if you need, and don’t be fucking stubborn about it, ‘kay?” The man took his cigar and tucked it into his pocket. He flashed a gentle smile to the girl as he hopped off of the rafter, holding his hand out to her to go with him. Ashetta kalt give into the night.