acutely aware that she’s DIFFERENT, a lesson to be learned at a young age ; now in tune with countless mysteries of the world. lucent optics w i d e && lacking the blindness that the populace held so dearly to account for their MORAL world. a skirted scoff, pursing of full brims at the other’s seemingly recklessness — she’s apprehensive, acknowledges the need to be c a r e f u l with her power for it came at a great cost. ❛ i don’t think you scaring the living hell out of them is the way to do it, ❜ a callous honesty to uttered prose, never one to hold back on what she deems a necessity to be stated. buxom frame, drenched from unrelenting waters, rests STAGNANT. does not come any closer for she’s entirely unaware of who the other was, what he could do. ❛ unfortunately for you, all my tricks are up my sleeve. nothin’ to s h o w you, sorry to disappoint. ❜
he doesn’t dignify her words with an answer. instead, flames continue to lick at the grass around him, embers of amber and yellow alike flickering between them ; she is an enigma. there’s something about her, something that has elwood distrusting – something that certainly makes him think she’s LYING. he appreciates her honesty ; if elwood knew what appreciating something required. standing, the boy cocks his head to the side, eyes flashing crimson before the flames disappear once more than the duo are plunged into darkness, his LAUGHTER the only sound filling the void between them. all my tricks are up my sleeve. tutting, elwood spreads his arms wide, before his lips pull up into the brightest of smiles. ❛ … – – well, now that’s just no fun. ❜
needs air ; a SUFFOCATING grasp the quiet has upon awaiting jugular that she needs to escape from. the enclosing walls of her lonesome apartment proves to be too much, especially on days such as these with the rapids of rain creating a rhythmic lull. allows the thrumming waters to coat her frame, wanders into empty park though lacks a set destination in mind — she’s lacking energy, it’s evident in the way svelte limbs carry her, the DULLNESS within ashen hues. it’s when such sooty optics meet a sight she wasn’t p r e p a r e d for. a beat where she’s taken aback, brows furrowed in confusion before she’s allowing a scoff to be evoked. ❛ you really shouldn’t be showing off to strangers. what would’ve happened if i was a scared little girl running off to alert someone about the FREAK playing with fire? ❜ there’s a soft grin from teasing intonation, intrigue drenching her features.
cherry lips curl into he faintest reminisce of a smirk ; head tilting marginally to the side as the flame climbs higher, licks of amber coating his features. the flames morph into a smiley face, before elwood shrugs, his chuckle almost piercing the silence between them. ❛ … – well, they ‘ave to learn about the big bad world somehow. ❜ he isn’t much in the mood for speaking, but something about her has him curious – predominantly, why she isn’t that ‘ little girl running scared ‘. elwood taps into her aura, raising a brow before his smirk becomes enhanced, flames dying as they’re plunged into darkness. oh, he’s going to have so much fun with this one. he beckons her closer, eyes unshifting from her form, before his hands spread out wide, flames bursting across his arms. ❛ what about you then, sweetheart? got any party tricks t’show me? somethin’ tells me you’re an … interestin’ one. ❜
he has his head bent, fingers waving slowly in front of him as he watches the digits closely, the smallest look of wonder covering his features. he’s still in awe at what he can do ; and he’s never said he’s modest. the park is deserted, and that’s no surprise what with the lashing of rain that batters the grass and pavements, but elwood loves it – it’s the only kind of water he can stand. blearily, he takes note of a stranger not too far from him, and ( without much thought to who they are, or what they’re doing here ) elwood holds out his hand, a burst of flame erupting from his palm. he’s attempting to gouge a reaction, intensifying the flame until it is impossible to miss, though he isn’t sure which kind of response he’s looking for. // @bellefolies
