“What happened?” Thirium, huh? How laughable. North, a tempest housed in a shell of wired nerves, bled but wildfires and smoldering soot. Infernos, in their brilliance, crackled righteously within her. It’s why, Markus mused, her hair shone amber-gold. But it was painfully breath-catching, that shade vivid and bright, and you’ve gotta wonder: did he, too, fear her burn? Carefully, Markus knelt by her perch, and his brows seemed keenly weighed by that weight of concern. “You’re going to go through all the replacements we have,” he managed without heat. Her damaged arm idly sparked. “We should look at that.”
@edenlived, watch out-- she’ll chew you up.












