WEAVER
she was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
in the way a forest fire was beautiful
”Yes, but it’s hotter than hell in Torchline,” she points out. They may have a previously out of control fire, but this was still Halo. The temperatures were still negative outside, and they are in what once used to be a meat room. It is really not that hot. Besides, was it so terrible to be warm from a little physical exertion? ”The clever answer would have been to tell me I am hotter than the sun in Torchline, or some other equally ridiculous bullshit,” she says, bopping him on the nose slightly in a teasing manner.
Still, she obliges him with the air. This particular magic is not exactly useful yet, so she might as well use it where she can. It’s a magic she knows nothing about yet, having never actually seen anyone else use it. There must be others, but she wonders who, and what the limits of it will be. For now, she just has to figure out how to call to move than a paltry little breeze. ”Ah, the worst,” she agrees, her hand resting on his side, her fingers moving in lazy circles on the skin there. Her eyes drift shut, content to just be as they are, his hands in her hair, her hands on his skin, mind empty and quiet.
Still, she obliges him with the air. This particular magic is not exactly useful yet, so she might as well use it where she can. It’s a magic she knows nothing about yet, having never actually seen anyone else use it. There must be others, but she wonders who, and what the limits of it will be. For now, she just has to figure out how to call to move than a paltry little breeze. ”Ah, the worst,” she agrees, her hand resting on his side, her fingers moving in lazy circles on the skin there. Her eyes drift shut, content to just be as they are, his hands in her hair, her hands on his skin, mind empty and quiet.
something to be admired from a distance
