Aurelia
"I'm not giving up!" She snaps from her prone position, shoving a forceful kick at the vine around her foot. "Fuck. Off. Stupid. Fucking-"
She's tempted to cut it off with the knife on her hip. However, that's not the point of the exercise and she reminds herself that she's not actually in real danger. Knowing he's just trying to help, she takes a single moment to pull in a deep breath. It stills her frenzy enough for her to quickly retrieve another match.
Within moments, the vines come alive with flames, fueled by her glare and a guttural, almost animalistic snarl that rises from deep in her chest. As much as they can be, the vines are demolished. She'll want to see nothing left of them when she's through.
From the charred remains and impossibly calm water, she stands up. Her eyes are still narrowed and her chest heaves once more with short breaths, but she is otherwise fine. So she keeps telling herself.
"Anything else!?" She asks him expectantly, tone soured by her inner storm, swiveling her hard stare against Deimos' own. Though her voice lacks any accusation or grudge, and instead is filled with stronger determination.
She's tempted to cut it off with the knife on her hip. However, that's not the point of the exercise and she reminds herself that she's not actually in real danger. Knowing he's just trying to help, she takes a single moment to pull in a deep breath. It stills her frenzy enough for her to quickly retrieve another match.
Within moments, the vines come alive with flames, fueled by her glare and a guttural, almost animalistic snarl that rises from deep in her chest. As much as they can be, the vines are demolished. She'll want to see nothing left of them when she's through.
From the charred remains and impossibly calm water, she stands up. Her eyes are still narrowed and her chest heaves once more with short breaths, but she is otherwise fine. So she keeps telling herself.
"Anything else!?" She asks him expectantly, tone soured by her inner storm, swiveling her hard stare against Deimos' own. Though her voice lacks any accusation or grudge, and instead is filled with stronger determination.
standing in the ashes of who I used to be
