stop stealing the apples please

Lysander was trying to ignore how bad the fire had become. He was doing a bad job of it. He was certain, positive that when the others came up from the mine they would all be able to do something more substantial, and so the burning city was really only a short term problem. Yes, when reinforcements arrived all would be well. In the meantime he was standing outside the wreckage of Jasper’s burning home, and his throat was starting to feel scratchy.

“Jasper!” he yelled. “Jasper you bastard, you better not make me climb up your four flights of bloody stairs just to find a queer-looking corpse!”

Started watching SOI again today and wrote this little fic about what Lysander was up to during/after Mistral City was set on fire. Hope you like it!