☽ ☽ ☽
Feyre didn't exactly know what she was doing.
The flames that danced at her paws were hardly contained, her lavender gaze glazed and hungry as she watched the fire crackle and hiss. A little part of her wanted to bring forth more destruction in the form of her precious flames, relishing in the heat they provided and refusing to shy away from a thing that most certainly could burn her if her attention slipped. Perhaps it would have - reducing Feyre to nothing more than a vessel who's primary purpose was to reduce the world to ash - had she not seen and heard Sol.
Immediately, the fire dissipated, leaving in its wake nothing but ugly scorch marks. She'd feel bad for her unintentional vandalism had she not known that Bast wouldn't care. It wasn't like she had sent the Observatory crashing down upon itself. [color=#205d7a]"Hey," The witch greeted carefully, finding that it was especially difficult to dismiss the feeling of flames clawing at her skin, the vibrant orange practically burnt into her memory at this point, [color=#205d7a]"I'm Feyre. Are you new here?" She presumed so, but then again, maybe not. She had been so preoccupied with her fire as of late that there had been no time (or room) for much of anything else. Whoops.
[color=#205d7a]"Do you like it here? What's your name?"
(this is really bad bc i've been traveling all day and i'm exhausted, i'm sorry!!)
The flames that danced at her paws were hardly contained, her lavender gaze glazed and hungry as she watched the fire crackle and hiss. A little part of her wanted to bring forth more destruction in the form of her precious flames, relishing in the heat they provided and refusing to shy away from a thing that most certainly could burn her if her attention slipped. Perhaps it would have - reducing Feyre to nothing more than a vessel who's primary purpose was to reduce the world to ash - had she not seen and heard Sol.
Immediately, the fire dissipated, leaving in its wake nothing but ugly scorch marks. She'd feel bad for her unintentional vandalism had she not known that Bast wouldn't care. It wasn't like she had sent the Observatory crashing down upon itself. [color=#205d7a]"Hey," The witch greeted carefully, finding that it was especially difficult to dismiss the feeling of flames clawing at her skin, the vibrant orange practically burnt into her memory at this point, [color=#205d7a]"I'm Feyre. Are you new here?" She presumed so, but then again, maybe not. She had been so preoccupied with her fire as of late that there had been no time (or room) for much of anything else. Whoops.
[color=#205d7a]"Do you like it here? What's your name?"
(this is really bad bc i've been traveling all day and i'm exhausted, i'm sorry!!)
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YOU COULD [B]RATTLE THE STARS[/b]
[div style="font-family: HELVETICA;font-size: 17px; color:#000000; LETTER-SPACING: 0PX; line-height: 99%;"]YOU COULD DO [i]ANYTHING, IF ONLY YOU [color=black]DARED