“ we have no choice… “ ( will )
angsty prompts // @mighticst (will)
"look at me." khione's voice is as cold and sharp as the element she wields. "william theodore stronghold, you look at me right. now."
there is a reason they call her ice queen at school, right? cold hands grip his cheeks. "we always have a choice. and right now, we can either stay here in the white room, sit back and let the adults handle it because we don't have our heroes' license yet and they don't think we can handle it, or we get up, and we get out."
khione's never liked the white detention room. having her powers forcibly dampened feels strange. feels bad. feels awful, even. but she would brave it a thousand times and then some. she would do anything for her friends. they're the only ones she's got.
"to assuage his guilt, warren would take on his dad alone. we're not gonna let him, are we? because we need him, and we need you, too. barron battle still has ethan. and his time is running out. just like ours is." she extracts a hair pin from her blonde tresses and holds it out to him. "please tell me that magenta's taught you how to pick a lock."