Exes and Fires | Lamashtu & Nate
The fire is all around him, all encompassing, all consuming. He grew up with fire, but nothing like this. This is not fire that beats like life, this is fire that hungers for death. He knows there’s one last person, can hear their wife screaming outside, and he knows he has to get them. His throat is dry from shouting and his scaly body is heavy, but he pushes through the fire, manipulating it so it curves away from him. He no longer cares about exposure, then again he never does, no in situations so dire. When he finally finds the woman, she is trapped under debris and he must use his strength to hold up the wood and pull her out. As they finally break through the door, they’re both breathing heavily, yet she is leaning against him and he is standing well enough on his own.
Moments later she is with her wife, in an ambulance, on her way to get the help she needs. Nate’s hair is messy and his body is covered in sweat, but a smile is on his face as he watches them drive away. Then he frowns. That fire was dangerous, it clawed at his clothing, but paid more attention to the helpless woman, as if knowing it could not kill him. He hadn’t seen fire like that in a very long time. His team is gearing up to head back, but he waves them off and explains that he’ll meet them there. Assuming he’s staying to talk with the police, they nod and leave him, yet after they’ve turned down a block, only one thing has his attention. She’s not too far, enjoying the show just as he expected, but when their eyes meet she smiles as if he is the main entertainment. He’d already taken off most of his gear, leaving him in a dark shirt and the heavy pants they all wear to emergencies, but he needs no protective gear as he calmly approaches the woman. “Haven’t seen you in quite a long time.”
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