* FIREFLY

@xmskye

he was about as quick paced as the flames that scorched through his veins. he could burn through anything in a matter of seconds, destroy a lot more if even the chance and it seemed with the restriction he had upon his power, his frustrations were a lot stronger, and his mood a lot hotter. so whenever it came to something that hindered him and everything he was doing for himself, he wasted no time in blowing up entirely; perhaps both figuratively and literally.

it just seemed that on that day, what had begun to bother him the most, was the self announced weak link of the squad he found himself a part of. in fact, she was driving him the entire wall, and what seemed to make it worse was that he was still dealing with a battered shoulder from their earlier encounter in the danger room; the one she was meant to fix ( tho really, fix meaning prevent any further injury to aid the squad; only, they’d failed on that day. )

with the failure ringing in his ears still, upon the end of the simulation, with a hand wrapped around the bicep of his injured arm, he was intent on storming out of there and putting the lot of it behind him. only he found himself lingering as his pathway once again crossed with Skye’s.

@xmsngu

don’t play with fire, wonsik ! it was a common rule thrown around the four walls of the old family home in the corners of his memory, in fact, it was something said more than any other scolding he’d ever received. but at the same time, it was perhaps one of the biggest misconceptions his parents could ever make in regards to their son, simply because he couldn’t just stop playing with fire. he was fire.

it was from day one that he felt people then had an excuse to try and control him, and gradually it was driving him up the freaking wall. they were trying to control a wildfire that was bursting at the seams they’d tried to create. he was burning away each stitch with an anger that bubbled and boiled deep within him, and whenever those flames managed to burst through the openings, someone got hurt - either himself or some unfortunate soul too close for comfort. first it had been his mother, and now, as the clarity once more fell upon him and caused his eyes to grow wide; it was the poor student who sat huddled away from him as they clutched their arm in fear and pain.

it wasn’t often than he overheated in such a way, but perhaps since he had unlocked the hidden ability of flight ( which subsequently converted him to a human mass of flames ) did those meltdowns become just that little more dangerous. with his feet lingering just above the ground below him, he stared forward in shock as the student was quickly ushered away by friends, leaving wonsik to touchdown again as the flames dispersed and melted away to reveal the human beneath.

     * // with the buzz of music playing beyond the earphones stuffed into each ear; ravi seemed quite oblivious to all that was currently around him. but that didn’t seem to bother him, in fact, he seemed more in his little realm than anywhere else, and in his world, a little fire was necessary. so, without a worry in the world, he didn’t seem to care about the rules he’d been forced to follow, and with the casual click of his fingers, the bright flame sparked each time, before holding for a second, and disappearing. it wasn’t until he clicked again, and diverted his attention toward it, that it seemed to get bigger, and retain life a little longer. if an instructor caught him playing with fire inside, he was sure they wouldn’t hesitate in completely dousing him with water and making sure he stayed extinguished. but despite the miniature risk he seemed to be taking, his interest within it seemed to lack as he knew he wasn’t going to burn down half the building like they always made the assumption of. but maybe he’d spice things up a little today //*

     ** beanie; check. scarf; check. two pairs of track pants; double check. three shirts; check check check. half of the wardrobe; wouldn’t be without. and lastly, heat packs in every pocket ever; i’d much rather die if i didn’t have these ... the only thing now is a comfy spot in front of a fireplace - ah, home, sweet, home ! 

despite the chorus of voices from beyond the front doors of the lobby, the raven haired mutant seemed more interested in seating himself in front of the fire place to rid himself of the winter chills that sent a tingle down his spine. he seemed more interested in raising the already prominent wave of heat that his body could withstand ( 100°C simply wasn’t enough in this weather, he’d freeze to death, or so he liked to exaggerate ) - already giving off and clammy amount of heat, he didn’t seemed bothered to seat himself right before the fire, his cold fingers curling in the warmth as he held them out to warm ( perhaps a little too close ... )

there was no way in hell anyone was going to get him to leave his spot; especially to go outside where there was snow.