enzofierro:
Dark eyes could only watched as the flames licked at the wood of the home he had scorched, smirk teasing his lips as he knew that soon the young warlock inside would awaken. Oh, how he couldnât wait to go in and save the day and have the young male owe him. Despite his young age, he was clearly powerful and, as a warlock not tied to the main families, that was certainly an anomaly. And, really, how could Enzo not take advantage of such power? That was why the male stood there, watching as the flames reflected an orange hue in his eyes.
It had to be well after midnight. He was already well into his deep sleep. And he hadnât received his night phantom. Needless to say, he had peace for one of the few nights amongst the recent turn of events. He kept coughing. He inhaled a decent amount of burning debris and what he assumed to be just the heat kicking on. By the time he had been awakened by the choking, smoke had all but consumed the majority of the room. Fire licked from the entry and consumed most of the wall. He panicked, tumbling out of his bed and to the floor in a scurry. âNo. NO!â He screamed, coughing the residual gaseous toxin from his lungs. His eyes teared, reddened from the irritants in the air. The flames spread and as he opened his palms, he pulled from the Astra and tried to cloak the room but the walls began to cave. He was struggling to maintain focus and consciousness. He cried. He couldnât die. Not like this. And he was struggling. The channeling was weak as he wheezed. He placed one hand on his chest trying to regain but he felt himself slowly fall forward. âHelp~â He called, shouting as loud as he could.Â













