Burned In Flames

Tonight We Dine on Brownies! | Kienry

On hearing Kion mention Ashlee, Henry’s mind immediately jumped to Ashleigh and he panicked. Kion? Hanging out with Ashleigh? Going skating? But…

And then common sense kicked in and Henry realized that he had seen Kion hanging out with Ashlee T. a bit– didn’t she know his cousin? That made a lot more sense. Henry felt a little embarrassed for his knee-jerk reaction, but he supposed that came with the territory of having feelings for someone. And with having a roommate who was coincidentally spending time with someone who had the same name as the girl you liked.

“Oh, Ashlee T?” Henry asked, just to confirm. Just in case. It seemed more likely than the other Ashleys. For that matter, why were there so many girls named Ashley at this school? “She’s lovely, we were chatting at the Halloween party. Quite nice girl. Are you too spending a lot of time together?”

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Kion shot an inquisitive brow at noticing Henry’s sudden almost panicked reaction upon him mentioning Ashlee. He had to admit, it piqued his curiosity as to why his roommate suddenly needed to confirm who Kion was speaking about.

Nonetheless, to suffice Henry’s wondering Kion nodded his head in response.

“Yeah, Ashlee T. and yeah she’s really nice, fun to hang around with too. She was one of the first people I met when moving into town. Met her through Simba.” 

That was about as much information as Kion was going to get into concerning how he and Ashlee knew each other. He really didn’t know how much others knew about Ashlee’s situation. Truth be told, he didn’t know the entire story either but he did know that he would never traumatize a person twice by sharing personal information that wasn’t even his own to begin with. 

And so when Henry asked his follow up question, it wasn’t like Kion could simply say that he did because Ashlee was now Simba’s legal adopted daughter and so they were practically weekend roommates.  

“We hang out often.” Was what he said instead. “Why?”

How Does One Even Skate? || Kiolee  

Ashlee sighed keeping her attention on Kion while making sure no one got too close to her that she didn’t want close. Being NTO was good because no one really knew you but at the same time it was frightening too.

“I’ve taken figure skating lessons, admittedly not in a long time but I can hold my own.” She wasn’t going to attempt any jumps anytime soon but she knew she would be fine on the ice.

“Here.” Ashlee stated holding out her hand to him.

And Kion could hold his own too— on the field playing Rugby or any other sport that involved land, dirt and Earth, ice was an entirely different element that he was not familiar with. 

He never thought he would have to get anywhere near familiar with it.

Then again, he also never thought that he would have to move to Swynlake because he had pyrokinetic magic. Funny how life worked out. 

Anyways, Kion was not doing too bad on the balance end of things, but he also wasn’t taking it any where near as fast as even average speed and he also didn’t really want to venture too far off from the wall. 

But then Ashlee offered her hand out to him and Kion found himself taking a hold of them, which got him away from the wall he didn’t want to venture too far away from.

Talk about just handing your trust away.

Volunteering A Hand || Sion

You know what the silver lining of all this was? At least Kion hadn’t started the fire. This seemed like a low bar. Until you remembered that Simba’s cousin did not have control of his fire powers and–it was a fire that had burned down a good chunk of Town Hall’s ballroom and some of the first floor offices. (Thankfully not much more than that.) Until you also remembered that just a few years ago, Simba’s other cousin had taken some ill-advised drugs and set fire to her secondary prom!

This was not his fault. Or his family’s.

Even if he had punched his friend, repeatedly, in the face. And had been the reason his husband’s finger was broken. Perhaps it was bad to think this lucky, but Simba certainly did. It could’ve been much worse. His immediate family had made it out unharmed and most of his friends had suffered only minor wounds (Greg excluded from that.) 

Still, when Kion asked his question in that very…innocent, yet pointed, way, Simba just shrugged and shoved his thumbs into the loops of his jeans.

“That’s an interesting way to put it,” Simba snorted, raising an eyebrow at Kion. “But, I suppose fine. Sore.” He snorted. “Ber is still annoyed with me, so that’s really fun. Though, his pain meds make him much more aminable. And I–feel guilty. And confused and–” 

Simba shrugged, cutting himself off. He was Kion’s guardian while his little cousin was here. He wasn’t his friend. Not really. “It’s a lot, yeah. How are you faring? First Swynlake disaster. Sorry I lost our badge you’re supposed to get.” 

Kion really did feel bad for Simba because at the end of the day none of it had really been his fault. Sure, he was the one who had physically started the whole altercation that landed his husband with a broken finger and his friend with some good bruising but that hadn’t really been Simba.

All of that was the compulsion.

And Kion knew how bad guilt can eat a person. Considering that Simba was his cousin he was going to assume that his cousin’s guilt ate at him like a hungry beast without mercy much like Kion’s own guilt ate at him. It must run in the family being shitty guilt holders. 

“Well if it makes you feel better at least you didn’t light anything on fire or stab a person. If the worse a compulsion can make you do is snuff a bloke, I think you’re pretty damn good. Other people were doing some real crazy shite.”

Kion would have probably brought the entire Town Hall down in blazing glory. It made him mentally shutter and silently be grateful at the fact that he had not been someone who the compulsion affected. He also knew that what he said probably wasn’t going to make Simba feel better, because it wouldn’t have made Kion feel any better himself, but you know he was trying here. 

He really hated the thought that Simba had to carry any bit of guilt on his shoulders. 

“Tell me you’re joking about the badge?” Kion was pretty sure that Simba was but after all that had happened, it was something he wouldn’t be surprised the town did. 

Did we just become best friends? || Jjion

Uh oh.

Uh oh uh oh uh oh

Jack Jack had fucked up.

Jack Jack had fucked up big time.

They were going to have to move. This kid was going to tell everyone, he was going to shout it to the whole campus, and then the whole campus would know, and then the whole town would know, and then people would take a magnifying glass to their family and realise that actually, none of them were exactly who they appeared to be, and then they would have to move, again.

Or not. JJ could stop this right here, right now, which made it sound like he was planning on killing this kid. He wasn’t, for the record. But he was definitely gonna have to do some kind of gaslighting. Or maybe he could just… ask him very nicely to tell. He could make it worth his while! He couldn’t really do homework, unless the other kid wanted an F, and he couldn’t really do chores, because he would definitely get distracted and do them wrong, but… there was bound to be something. He’d find it.

“It didn’t!” He blurted, still holding his smouldering hand. “You didn’t see anything!” Aw, shit. This was never going to work. JJ looked around. It was fairly quiet, but if he led the other kid further round the building, then they could really talk. “Follow me.” He hissed, grabbing his skateboard and hurrying round the back.

You know, maybe Kion should have followed his questions with the fact that he himself could also pretty much combust because now this kid was looking at him in full panic. Funny enough, Kion could understand that. 

As it was, he had looked at his own family in a full panic the first time they had seen fire sprout out of his hands. It took the dining table with it so it was kind of called for... but he vividly remembered how scared he was at the fact that now his family knew of what was going on.

And so, Kion followed the kid without giving any push back.

Which when you thought about it, was probably the first thing stranger danger would warn a person not to do, but honestly, what was the worse thing that could happen? The guy was going to throw a fire ball at him? He could go right ahead and do so it really wouldn’t cause Kion any harm. He was immune to the very fire he can cause.

Once the pair of them reached a more secured area where less eyes could pop out of the blue, Kion decided to try and calm the guy’s fear.

“Hey, I wasn’t asking because I wanted to accuse or mean for anything bad. I won’t say a word if you don’t want me to. Promise. I just asked because I can do the same thing.” Kion paused a moment letting his admission hang in the air before he continued. “And I haven’t really met anyone else who you know can just light up like I can... I can show you if you want?” Kion offered. 

Tonight We Dine on Brownies! | Kienry

Henry laughed and set the brownies down on his desk, then took two out and handed one to Kion. “Careful! These brownies are in limited supply, I can always give them away,” he warned jokingly. 

Looking around the room, he was glad that he had spent the weekend away. The burned-up mattress made the room look messy, in Henry’s opinion, and he didn’t like looking at it. There was no way he could bring any friends back here with Kion’s side of the room looking like that. And certainly not any more-than-friends… something to think about, Henry thought. But they would get to that. 

Brownies first.

“Oh, it was good fun. Always nice seeing them. My mum made a big point of fussing over me, even though I’m absolutely fine, but you know how mums are,” Henry shrugged, smiling proudly. “What have you been up to? Er, I really think you’ve got to talk to the RA about your bed, mate. By the way. If I’m gonna invite people to hang out here, I don’t want to scare them away, you know?”

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Melkit was the same way with Kion. She always fussed over him, even though in Kion’s opinion it should be Masamba she fussed over about. If anyone would land in some trouble it was his older brother. Well... that was before his magic came into the picture. And while Kion was glad that Henry had a great visit with his family, it made something inside of him ache because he couldn’t just visit his family as easily anymore.

Those were thoughts Kion stuffed down under the brownie.

“This is really good!” Kion complemented after taking a bite. “Give my compliments to your mum.” 

After taking another bite, he turned to take a look at his bed, which was also bothering Kion not only because it sucked to sleep on but because he was not someone who liked disorder in his living space.

“You mean you can still notice it even after my well placed and thought out bed sheets?”  He joked. “But I’m going to work on that today.” It was time he spoke to his cousin, because even if he mentioned it to the RA he was sure that they weren’t just going to pop out of nowhere with a new mattress.

“And I spent some time at my cousin’s place after all that happened on Friday. Figured being with family was the best thing to do. Took Ashlee skating too. Never ice-skated before in my life and now I’m paying for that shit.”

How Does One Even Skate? || Kiolee  

Ashlee didn’t see the fun in acting like an idiot. Or struggling to do something at the very least. If she was going to struggle it wouldn’t be infront of anyone if she had her way.

Making her skates were tight Ashlee took Kion’s offered hand with a sigh. “If you’re going to fall do no take me down with you.” Ashlee warned with a pointed look.

Letting go of Kion she stepped onto the eyes gliding forward twisting around so she was facing him. “Alright let’s see it.”

Kion raised his hands when Ashlee shot him a pointed look after her very clear warning. There was a sly grin that touched his lips, as if he was planning something devious, but he didn’t speak a word. Ashlee entered the ice then and glided right through ever so effortlessly like if she belonged right in. 

And Kion well... he knew that he wasn’t going to look anywhere near as smooth. Why had he thought that this was a good idea? 

Well, it wasn’t like he could turn back now and so Kion took his first step into the ice following it immediately with another one. He wasn’t too shabby with his balance but he knew if he went and lingered away from the wall he was going to fall right on his ass. 

He was a little shaky but hey, he was still standing up right! 

@simba-bonfamille-lyons

Well the events of Friday night was certainly... something to say the least. It was definitely nothing Kion was used to back in Kenya, but apparently this was a pretty normal thing for Swynlake. 

Maybe not that exact event persay, but out of the sorts things were normal.

Kion realized that this was simply something he was going to have to learn to adjust through. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be going home anytime soon, so Swynlake was going to be home for now. He wasn’t exactly sure how anyone could adjust, but then again his cousin had been living here his whole life and he adjusted so it was very possible. 

In any case, Kion had decided to spend the past couple of days at Simba’s post event instead of returning back to campus right away. While he had come out practically unscathed, except for a busted cellphone and fringed clothing, his cousin had gotten himself into a fight.

And well, his face had taken a good few hits, so Kion figured It was probably best to just stick around with family during the recovery phase. 

Right now, he was heading to Town Hall, Simba beside him as they had both volunteered to aid in some cleaning. The place took a serious beating, most of it was torn down by the destruction of fire, which just for the record, had not been Kion’s fault. Town Hall will definitely need a strong reconstruction at the very least.

Did we just become best friends? || Jjion

@kion-kimani

Jack Jack was on fire today.

Despite his life kinda sorta falling apart, from recent town disasters (yeesh) to powers he had absolutely no control over (double yeesh), he’d had little time for what had once been a relatively successful social media platform. Not enough to make any money, unfortunately, but getting there. Ish. So maybe he had a ways to go, but he had been getting there, genuinely, but a recent lack of content had no doubt decimated that.

So he was getting back into it. He’d been hiding in that one spot on the Pride U campus, round the back of one the old buildings where the cameras didn’t work, filming various skateboard tricks, a few stunts, things he’d had on the docket for a while but hadn’t managed to get to because of… well, everything. But he was having a relatively good day; he’d only smacked his face off the concrete like, two times, which was an absolute record, especially after a break. He was feeling pretty good! He was feeling… kinda tingly? And weirdly warm…

Jack Jack was on fire. Literally.

“Oh shit,” It was his hand again; he held it up, looking at it with a mix of surprise and pure disdain. It wasn’t as bad as at the barbecue, the flames were lower, not raging like they had been then, and they were limited to just his hand, not his whole arm. But still. Fuck. “God damn it—”

JJ looked around, hoping there was no one around, no one to see. He pulled his hand in close to him, yelping when he started singeing the fabric of his hoody. “Shit, would you please stop—”

And then, out of nowhere: the flames flickered, and fiddled out, until there was only smoke left behind.

That was when JJ saw the shadow on the ground.

He spun round, and found himself faced with… a student? Presumably a student. JJ blinked, and then, slowly, said, “…Hello?”

Kion had decided that he was going to take a bit of a walk around campus. He was still learning the ins and outs of the place. At times he got lost trying to find his class, so why not walk around now and get a better feel/memory of the campus?

At the same time he really wasn’t in the mood to head back to his dorm.

See, his bed mattress still had a fucking burned hole in the middle of it so he wasn’t in the mood to feel uncomfortable just yet. Then there was the fact that when he looked at the hole it reminded him that he had to tell Simba about it and just.... he didn’t want to be a bother to his cousin. 

But he was going to have to because he was sure the RA’s will be circling around with their checks soon and the minute they saw his mattress it would be an immediate call to his cousin. 

Fucking magic of his, it always placed him in a shitty situation. At least walking outside where the was open space minimized his chances of burning something up. 

Speaking about burning, Kion had come across this guy doing some neat skateboard tricks while walking. He was about to turn around to you know let him be, but then the boy’s hand had just caught on fire. Like literal red flames fire sprouting out of his hand! Holy shit! Kion was now staring at the boy speechless, but it was an excited speechless a he burns up just like me speechless!

How Does One Even Skate? || Kiolee

Ashlee wasn’t leaving the house, she wasn’t practicing and of course a couple days of class were cancelled but she didn’t really know just how much she wanted to go back. She didn’t have the energy for it. If she could stay curled up in blankets she probably would.

But she had been convinced to head to NTO and she was sticking unreasonably close to Kion. She hadn’t been ice skating for a couple years but she had taken lessons considering how close Swynlake was to NTO.

This wasn’t anything new thankfully. She didn’t have the energy to learn it if so.

“And you want your first time to be without a teacher?” Ashlee questioned raising an eyebrow. “Make sure you wear a helmet then.”

Kion had indeed noticed how very close Ashlee had maintained by his side throughout their trip here to the ice-skating rink. He hadn’t questioned it and nor did he mind it. He was more than willing to be a shield of sorts if that was what Ashlee needed right now. 

Although, he didn’t know how close she could remain by his side if he fell a lot while skating. 

Ice-skating wasn’t the typical run of the mill thing to do back in Kenya, so when Kion confessed to never ice-skating a day in his life, it was because he really has never ice-skated a day in his entire life. He was fine with that though, Kion always loved the adrenaline of trying something new, so this would be fun. 

Which was what both he and Ashlee needed just some time to have fun.

“Yeah, why not? I’m either gonna be sort of decent or I’m just going to be falling on my ass all the time. Either way I like having a good challenge, getting a teacher would just make it too easy. Where’s the fun in that?” 

Tonight We Dine on Brownies! | Kienry

Henry hadn’t felt this good about himself and his abilities in the Order since his Hunt. After they heard about what happened at Anthony’s mansion, Henry’s parents had insisted he come home for the rest of the weekend, where he got to tell the tale several more times, be fussed over by his whole family, and eat lots of home-cooked food. But now Henry was back at school, because he had promised to help clean up town (and wanted to check in on people, of course).

He didn’t remember seeing Kion at Town Hall at all, so Henry did want to grill him a bit. Make sure nothing had happened that Henry should be concerned about. But Kion was also his roommate, and Henry thought it was important to maintain a good relationship with him, so he decided the grilling would happen over brownies. His mum’s homemade brownies, of course, that she had sent him back to school with. 

“Hey, I’m back!” Henry shouted, unlocking the door to their shared dorm room. “How’ve you been? I brought brownies!”

[fit check]

@kion-kimani​

After the hell of events that had gone down Friday night, Kion had decided to spend the past couple of days at his cousin’s place. When crazy shit like that happens family is who anyone should surround themselves with and that was what Kion had done. 

He had helped with clean up at Town Hall with Simba. He also took Ashlee out ice-skating at NTO to help her get out of her head space. He was paying for that one now though, his body sore as fuck from all the falling he had endured, but all in all it was a very good couple of days. 

They were exactly what his head needed.

Now, however, it was back to the reality of uni life and so Kion had returned back to his room probably an hour or so before Henry had arrived. His bed still had the flaming hole in it... he really needed to get around telling Simba that, but fuck it he’d rather enjoy some brownies instead of getting into that conversation. 

“If you didn’t make them then I should be safe in trying one out.” He joked before casually shrugging his shoulders. “And good all things considered. How did the family. visit go?” 

You know, he should probably make a visit to his family sometime soon too.... but honestly Kion didn’t want to go back until he had at least some decent control of his magic.  

@ashlee-inperfection

So.... the weekend had surely been one hell of a weekend. If one thought about it, he could probably laugh at his own thought of it being hell since with hell came the association of fire and that’s exactly what happened to town hall, haha.

Yeah no it wasn’t funny, and Kion didn’t find it to be funny in the slightest but his mind just went there sometimes.

In any case, he had been hanging around Simba’s ever since the night of the mixer. He just didn’t think bouncing out to his dorm during all of this was a good thing to do. Family is where one wanted to be with when crazy shit happened. In his time here, Kion had noticed how withdrawn Ashlee had been. He had been very thankful that she came out physically unscathed but the events of everything seem to have really left her shaken up. 

Not that he blamed her because it was some real crazy shit that went down. 

See, Kion didn’t like seeing Ashlee like that and he wanted to help, so he managed to convince the girl to take a trip with him to NTO. He figured she deserved some good fresh air and a light day where she could have some fun and escape the heaviness of her own mind. Maybe even laugh a little.  

That is where the idea of ice-skating came to mind as the pair of them entered the building to the ice-skating ring and were placing on some ice-skating shoes. Kion figured he could win himself some laughs from Ashlee at his own embarrassing expense. 

BDRP Wrimo Task #26:

Your character’s phone! List ten contacts, the last five messages, four apps, and screensavers!

@simba-bonfamille-lyons , @charmedhenry , @ashlee-inperfection , @ber-bonfamille-lyons

Learning To Adjust || Sion

“Yallah, you are such a nerd.” 

It was said with exasperation, but also affection. Of course, Simba didn’t care that his little cousin was a nerd. In fact, it made him proud to know that he was so smart and that he liked school.  Especially because Simba…very much was neither of those things. He wasn’t smart and he hated school. 

Ironic, considering he was going to be a teacher, but in his defense: he loved education. He thought it was so, so important. Besides, he could teach five year olds how to count and tie their shoes and basic shit like that. He was out of his depth teaching high schoolers and he never had a good comeback for things like too much homework and I forgot we had an assignment…because he had been that student in school and his teachers had always thought he was lazy and dumb. Branded a jock and a legacy kid who didn’t care that he had the opportunity to attend excellent schools.

He did. He knew he was privileged and he had tried, so hard, to prove that. 

And had failed over and over. So, yeah, he really admired people who not only enjoyed school, but were good at it. 

“I’m gonna enjoy watching Mama kick your ass, though,” he continued with a shit eating grin as he finished clearing out the drawers and began putting them into a laundry basket.

“Do you, uh, have any questions? About PrideU or Swynlake or anything like that? House rules?” That last part was a bit of a joke, but also serious. 

“Wow, no faith in me? Not even a little bit?”

Even though Kion was teasing, he had a feeling Simba was probably right. His auntie will most likely kick his ass if he took one of her classes. It still, however, wouldn’t deter him from taking a class. Kion always enjoyed a good challenge even if it beats the shit out of him after. 

Not that he needed a challenge his magic was a big one all on it’s own for Kion to go around looking for something else.

He looked down at his own hands as Simba asked him if he had any questions concerning the university and town. School he could handle, he learned quick, Kion knew uni wouldn’t be an issue, but his magic... it caused him to sigh as he kept turning his hands over and over. Finally, he stopped to look up at his cousin.

“You... know of anyone that can help me with my magic? I can turn it on at will and when I do that I can flick it off.” 

That was all Kion had learned so far to do and it was mainly just with his hands. His fire moved, he could ignite practically anywhere in his body. Every time Kion took a step forward in his magic he felt immediately pushed back three more steps.  

“But I can’t control when it randomly ignites...” He squeezed his hand shut, trying to brush the heaviness he felt with a shrug of his shoulder. “And no yeah let me know the house rules. Curfew? Chores?” 

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