frcmashes:
he’s coughing as he pulls himself up out of the water, lungs burning in his chest as he flops onto his back. a low chuckle slips out from between his lips, a glance at the waterproof watch on his wrist confirming his suspicions. “ six minutes. ” he murmurs, letting his head fall back against the dock. “ cool. new record. ” behind him, the flames lick the surface of the water — a side-effect of a phoenix’s resurrection. given the hour, he’d expected to be alone … but a clearing of the throat in the distance draws his attention. panic surges through him, struggling into a sitting position as he stumbles over his words. “ i — can explain this. ” no, he definitely can’t.
this truly does feel just like like her luck. on a particularly hot summer night, she feels the need to churn out a strawberry milkshake, dust off an old book, and venture for the docks in hopes she’ll get the chance to mope in solitude for however long she needs to. and what does she find instead? LANDON KIRBY, rising out of the flames dancing on the surface of the lake, doing ... god knows what. yeah, she’s perplexed, alright. not really sure if she should be concerned or make fun of him for something. ( she doesn’t even know what for. ) “ you’ve been setting fire to the rain? ” nope, she still doesn’t know whether concern or mockery is warranted ( there is no middle ground, apparently ). “ what are you even doing? and make it short, my shake is getting warm. ”



















