Darkness' Domain || Zelfina & Fox
Of all the rooms she could have stumbled into it had to be a fucking art room, Fox puffed a haze of smoke from between her lips inexplicably already annoyed. The smoke fae had been looking for a place to hide until biology was over, Christ did that subject bore her, using her unafflicted hand she pushed a pile of sketchbooks to the floor. Unfortunately she hauled herself up onto the table using both hands to which she cursed loudly. Lowering herself down until Fox’s head was pressed to the table arms outstretched above her as she began to weave and taunt the shadows from their corners.
Even with the considerable time passed since her abuse of powers the smoke fae still hadn’t totally recovered and so the usual thump of a headache started in her temples. Too entranced in making the shadows dance like puppets in her somewhat sadistic show Fox didn't realize someone else had entered her new domain until the door clicked shut. "Get the fuck out," the smoke fae snarled not in the mood for company, not that she ever was.