#*fauxpas

@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.