It was so cold under his hand, taken over by the winters frost... the scales that once would be set ablaze as the being soared through the sky. A dragon hunted and discarded now. Altair closed his eyes for a moment, channeling his energy to set this body one last time ablaze. A fire, contained to this one spot. To rid this world of this entire body. May noone disturb the peace of this last rest...

Ears picked up on movement, senses felt eyes on him. Though Altair tried to stay composed, despite the circumstances. Focused on the flames. Death had taken this dragon, and now noone can use its remains. That he wanted to make sure of.

The first few seconds of the start of a new day are the ones that go by dizzyingly fast. Alhaitham has woken up and fallen asleep, again and again.

Drawn by pure affection and a particular comfort she has never experienced before, her eyes open to take in every detail of the sleeping woman who has so captivated her heart and close again, in an endless cycle.

She doesn't seem so affected once out of bed and out of the shower; fresh-faced and sipping her morning coffee as she waits for Crosseyra in the other room; leaning her upper body towards her best friend after she offers to help her with her makeup.

“I can see your thoughts straying elsewhere.” Tami says it, once —confidently, eyes closed, under the pencil brush— and says it, again, softly, when she goes to fill in the gaps between Crosseyra's fingers in front of the waters of the fountain. “...I think it's safe to say that we feel the same way, given the circumstances.”

Do they? “Let’s talk about it.”

" Oh, but Master ~ You're the one who called upon me ~ So you should be the one taking care of me ~ "

Drava would wrap their arms around Basilius, giggling softly. Summoning them truly was a sentence of getting less of an obedient servant and more of a... nusiance that promises their powers in exchange for... well...

Dravas request was not that deep. but unfortunately, it involved keeping them around. Like an unfortunate curse for meddling with the dark arts.

Trish is surprised to see Carol here, in broad daylight, in one of the secluded coffee shops in New York, but not too much. Carol Danvers had the means of tracking every single person in the world when she wanted to.

She doesn’t know how to answer the question, not in a simple way at least, since many things had happened in over the year, being almost sent to Raft the least exciting one. How do you explain being sent to Hell and coming back with powers and a dark side with a straight face?

“Do you want the longer or the shorter version? Because it’s been a pretty crazy year.”

bad idea starters.

“WHY DID YOU EVER THINK THAT WOULD BE SOMETHING YOU SHOULD ATTEMPT?!