Falke
There’s a lot going on; fire, yelling, Fee is somewhere, and a man is pulling him back, he’s got fangs - fucking hell - Falke stumbles. Panic rises in him, he feels Ophelia’s fear as well as his own, and it turns out the Fixer is not as good in a crisis as he thought he might be. “Get OFF,” he yells, pushing back, every negative emotion running through him right now thrown back on the Ascended.
There’s a flash of something on the roof, eyes in firelight, perhaps, and Falke latches on to it as it moves away from the flames. “Phelia, stop!” he calls, her pain and his pain mingling together into a half-sob. But the ground is uneven here, and there’s debris about. Falke is quickly losing sight of her in the dark.
There’s a flash of something on the roof, eyes in firelight, perhaps, and Falke latches on to it as it moves away from the flames. “Phelia, stop!” he calls, her pain and his pain mingling together into a half-sob. But the ground is uneven here, and there’s debris about. Falke is quickly losing sight of her in the dark.
oh we're human, only human
like a moth to a flame, flickering so dangerously
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